Would you rather be wealthy and ugly, wise and sickly, or beautiful and stupid?
This question has me just begging to say, "I hate either/or choices, and I remember my mother's advice about moderation in all things." What does wise and sickly mean, exactly? As brilliant as Stephen Hawking ... and confined to a wheelchair almost totally paralyzed? That would be the ultimate in extremes of both wise and sickly - no thanx! Or does it mean, smarter than average, say in the top 10%, with back problems that preclude running a marathon but not going for a walk after dinner? Oh, wait, that just described me, and quite happy with my life overall.
What about wealthy and ugly, and again I'm wondering, how wealthy, and how ugly? A grotesque billionaire? And then spend a tiny portion of that fortune on plastic surgery to look, if not gorgeous, at least not frightening? That might be okay. What about comfortably middle-class and merely plain-looking? That would be okay too. Oops, wait, never mind, I think I'm there, too.
The option of being beautiful and stupid? Well, to use a cliche in its perfect place - that's a no-brainer! I'm really glad to live at a time in history when women can succeed based on something other than cuteness, so on this duality, I'll most emphatically pass. :-)
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