At the time I think I knew what my friend was getting at, but I was still slightly disappointed that he saw me in that light. And realizing that, I was even more disappointed at myself for being slighted at being described by this man essentially as a smart, attractive woman. I scolded myself for being a hypocrite; after all, how many times had I said that I wanted to be valued for my intelligence and talent instead of how I looked? And remember when I got so angry at the award-winning Los Angeles Times reporter who asked me what someone as “cute” as I was was doing at the dreary press conference we were both covering?

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