When my high school boyfriend cheated on me, I found out the other girl’s Instant Messenger screen name and “confronted” her online. (Not the most mature move, I know. But give me a break! I had just turned 17.) You know what this bitch had the audacity to say to me? “I’ve seen a picture of you! No wonder he cheated.” Owww.
Sadly, that dopey logic is not confined to teenage soccer players who give hickeys to other girls’ boyfriends; it has cycled over and over and over in my mind as this alleged Tiger Woods affair has played out. Surely you, like me, have heard numerous friends or significant others say something to the effect of, “How could he have cheated on his wife? She’s so gorgeous!” Yes, Elin Nordegren is a freaking blonde-haired Swedish former model and her turd husband allegedly still cheated on her. What I want to know is why we insist a woman’s beauty—which is highly subjective!—is some kind of barometer—which is highly shallow!—of whether or not her hubby will cheat. Keep reading »