I have heard this many times in life : a person who spends too much time thinking about their appearance doesn’t have anything better to do, that (the mythical) ‘intelligent people’ concern themselves mostly with intelligent things.
Every day, I sit in front of the mirror with my lipsticks and mascaras, and bronzers, and look at myself growing lesser and lesser, foolish and more foolish with every stroke of colour.
Who would have thought that there could be such an easy cure to the torment of the intellect?
Beyond Six Rivers 