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April 30, 2007
She bursts into the room, all spirally hair, smooth skin, and slick clothes. Instantly I feel devoid of texture and substance. In less than two minutes, however, my initial impression of "stunning" takes a startling turn.

The hair? Obvious extensions. The skin? Rough beneath the thick foundation. The clothes? Oh please, the fabric is cheap and shiny! She's more savvy than smart, more informed than truly intelligent.

"She's pretty -- but so am I!" my ex-friend "A" used to try to tell herself when she felt "less than". It never really worked for her. And it doesn't for me, either.