Gorgeous women really annoy me.

Not all gorgeous women. Some gorgeous women I like a lot. Gorgeous women who like me, for example, I can’t help but find attractive. Gorgeous smart women, I like a lot. But the rest, I can’t stand.

The problem is, as I see it, is that a sad percentage of gorgeous women just settle for being gorgeous. They get to sixteen, go ‘Well, I’m gorgeous, people like me, that’s it,’ and just stop. I mean, they’ve got nothing on the girls who struggle onward with zits and bad dates, the girls who fight life every step of the way so by the time they’re twenty they’re funny and smart and cynical and utterly, utterly desirable.

That’s what I like.