First of all, Duh! Hellooooo!
I haven't bothered to check on the results -- what little faith I have in polls was pretty much obliterated when I found out Mike Pence "won" the vice presidential debate -- but it occurred to me that many folks would say no. That funny and beautiful do not go together, that they cannot coexist on the same double helix.
Worse still -- as if ignorance isn't scary enough -- if the nays have it, reputable news anchors would suggest it is so, that beauty and humor are mutually exclusive, and that only beasts can make you laugh. Scary indeed, and so not funny.
We live in a world where a pig (no offense intended to pigs) is within a snout's length of the White House, and where a smarmy politician who advocates discrimination in the name of religious freedom can lie and deflect on a national stage without spewing green vomit, without leaving a single strand of hair out of place, and be deemed a winner. Where a guy who claims he is a Christian, a conservative, and a Republican, in that order, seems unable to channel anything other than political ambition. Well, except when it comes to real issues, the things that threaten our very way of life, like gay marriage. And stem cell research.
I only have a handful of true friends, but I've met lots of women over the years -- lots of beautiful women who have made me laugh. Laugh not in the way that, say, some grown men might laugh in a locker room (which is a euphemism for anywhere), but in that full-throated way that makes me put life in perspective and gets me through hot flashes and reminds me not to sweat the small stuff. Like back fat, and wrinkles, and gravity. The women in my life are all beautiful -- sometimes in that traditional, photogenic way, but always, I think, because they make me laugh, and think. And because they enrich my world, even if only for a moment.
Can a woman be funny and not beautiful? I think not. No margin of error.
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