Sell Yourself, Baby

Tonight I watched a horror show. No, it wasn't Saw or the Exorcist - it was The Millionaire Club. The horror I felt was not because of blood and guts but because it reduced woman down to the most superficial of qualities. It told me and the countless other women who unfortunately happened to watch it, "If you want a rich man to love you, only Barbie types may apply."

Point No. 1 - The 'Matchmaker' told a girl with beautiful, natural curly hair that men don't like curly hair and that she had to straighten it permanently if she wanted to meet a man.
NOTE:I have natural curly hair.

Point No. 2 - She told a woman with shoulder length hair that she had to get hair extensions because men only want 'long, silky hair.' But what is more, she actually introduced this women, or should I say piece of meat, to her potential match by telling him that she was sorry but she couldn't arrange to get hair extensions to match her hair till Wednesday.
NOTE: I have short hair.

Point No. 3 - She said that millionaire men want smart, successful women but in the same breath asked them if they were willing to give up their careers once they met one. I guess men are looking for trophy wives who will be able to carry on an intelligent conversation before they start cooking you dinner and cleaning your house (yes, she did tout good meals & a clean house to her potential bachelor, though god knows why when they can afford a maid). I don't see how intelligence matters when the assets these woman are pushing are fake breasts.

Point No. 4 - She told a women to show you are smart but not too smart. Certainly, you would never want to appear brighter than the man. I mean women are just vapid, baby producers after all. How silly of anyone to think you could be an equal! I mean these men may have amassed fortunes but they couldn't possibly want a wife who could match them toe-to-toe wit wise.

Point No. 5 - The root of this evil is that this matchmaker actually thinks that she is setting up couples to fall in love. LOVE, people. A love based on a superficial facade where apparently you are going to marry a guy who thinks you have straight, long hair and only want to stay home and polish his silver & his cock.

Is this what love has really come to? I know appearance is important because there has to be a physical attraction but are we really going to allow ourselves, as intelligent, independent women, to be molded into some femme bot so we can land some stupid rich guy who is looking for huge breasts in his soul mate? Please ladies, tell me no; otherwise you might as well just stand on the corner and sell yourself the old fashioned way.