Beauty Is As Beauty Does

Gorgeous, absolutely symmetrical, stunningly beautiful young women. Their rhapsodic loveliness is enviable and almost impossible to believe. They have been endowed with superior grace and beauty. They stand out to be noticed and admired by those far lesser endowed with a genetic inheritance of physical perfection. It's almost immaterial what they are capable of doing, other than exhibiting themselves as rare jewels of humankind.

If they have also been bestowed with talent and intelligence then they are doubly blessed. But when they are so beauteous, who cares if they are capable of becoming surgeons, opera singers, astronomers, engineers? Their physical attributes, those glowing, perfect features, are all that anyone notices or cares about. And, for the most part, the same can be said for the women themselves. Determined to turn their extraordinary appearance into a cash cow.

So many of them take more pride in their outstanding physical presentation than the professionalism they can attain to, with the use of their cerebral capabilities. And they dream of being another kind of professional, one who is able to demonstrate her perfection on a fashion-show runway, adored by the masses, paid more than handsomely for deigning to display herself to women who passionately wish they too were so perfect.

Young, very young, lithe and lissomely-lovely women contend for recognition of their fabulous appearance and showmanship. And then, reality intrudes. Who could possibly imagine that the world has produced so many individuals of personal physical perfection? There are so many fabulously well-endowed young women, and they all vie for attention; as 'queens' at beauty pageants, as super-models at talent agencies.

But if they succeed, if they starve themselves of 'fattening' nutrients, if they are willing to accept degrading inspections, and the occasional insulting remarks about 'making the grade', and having to slap away too many hands eager to feel for themselves that fleshly perfection, they very well might present at the top of their field. For a few all-too-short years until the dewy beauty of their youth begins to fade.

Of course there is disappointment when the aspiring model comes face to face with the reality that it is only those rare top models selected for some mysterious presence that augments their great beauty that are paid those high wages all of them dream of achieving. Squalid hotel rooms, too much travel time, high hopes dashed, casual neglect and ending up in debt to the agencies that represent them are more often the end result of those high hopes.

And the allure of other, younger, preciously-perfect faces and bodies present themselves. Beauty is admirable, and it is a much-longed-for physical state, yet elusive with the creeping years, and not quite satisfying to the owner who eventually would prefer to be valued for a myriad of other attributes. Or so we ordinary mortals imagine.