My niece invited into a Facebook chat with her friends over the weekend. They are all either in their late teens or early twenties, and many of them knew me when I still lived in Canada and for some reason they wanted to talk to me. While I am awesome, I can’t imagine I’m awesome to a 20 year old.
After much talking about Dubai, they got on to talking about going to the bar, boyfriends, and other things I’d rather not think about my niece doing. Lol. When the first one of them logged-off, one of the girls I knew already typed, “I wish I was as hot as she is.” This worried me. She’s the younger sister of my niece’s friend, so that makes her about 16 now. And she’s already worried about being hot. I didn’t have a response for her then, other than to shake my head, but I’ve got one now. So, to any of my younger readers here, or those who stumble upon this blog and have a few minutes to kill, here are my two cents on the “Hot” topic.
That girl you see at the beach in the tiny bikini and the apparent perfect body is hot. She’s only hot because you know nothing about her. Hot, to me, is rather vacuous. It’s all about image and not substance. Hot is one dimensional, and not the best dimension either.
If you are going to hold out for definitive to base your life around, aim for beautiful, gorgeous, stunning. Hell, aim for interesting, creative, passionate, intriguing or mysterious. Don’t aim for hot. You don’t want to be hot. Take it from someone who is not hot. And I’m totally fine with that.
Or am I totally talking out of my ass?