On a path a Michelle Jones type situation

Beauty, Intelligence & Self

Did I tell you about the beautiful, smart young woman who came directly from the gym to book club the other night? No? She said that all the really skinny, beautiful women (her adjectives) wearing only sports bras and shorts made her decide that, if she had a choice in the matter, she’d rather be beautiful than smart. That made me very sad. No one else seemed to be very bothered by it, it seemed to almost make sense to them.
Later, when our discussion of Diary of a Manhattan Call Girl is in full swing someone says she can’t imagine an adolescent girl wanting to grow up and be a prostitute as the main character did. I say that in a culture where the seemingly most important thing for a girl or woman to be is beautiful, I don’t think it’s that much of a stretch that a bright, ambitious girl would realize that if she’s supposed to work so hard to be beautiful then she might as well take it a step further and get paid. Besides, as the author said, although they would never call themselves prostitutes or describe the acts as turning tricks, lots of women make men pay for sex in one form or another. A married woman in the group chimes in and says “Yes. It’s called marriage.”

Well, at least she was being honest.
Not that every marriage is a form of prostitution, but many are.

The funny (or not funny part) is that this woman hasn’t been married very long at all and seems to genuinely like her husband. So it seems odd to me that she would (even jokingly) refer to marriage in this way.