I think Kate Winslet is far prettier than Paris Hilton. And I think Penelope Cruz is far prettier than Nicole Ritchie.
From the ashes, a fire shall be woken. A light from the shadow shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The crownless again shall be king.
ETA: On the breeding issue: a Russian literary critic commented that a peasant woman was sought after by the suitors if she was tall, broad-hipped, broad-boned, with large hands and feet, in short healthy and adapted to work and child bearing. In contrast, gentlewomen were bred to be essentially man toys - small, fragile, pale and helpless.
Of course once the working class shifted to the factories, tan became the upper-class thing, the new sign of leisure.
If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn't as cynical as real life.
Because strutting around in designer clothes is Serious Business.
Seriously though, you're asking a lot. They've just barely woken up to the fact that real women have curves. If you start demanding smiles the whole fashion industry might just implode and then where would we be?
“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Deeply concerned interventional remark hinting at disturbing absence of glazed breakfast items.
“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King