As I was talking on the phone to the future Ms. Chef and potential Queen of Darkness ruling the world by my side, we were of course discussing the impending wedding. She has the dress and the ring and all of that, and has quite naturally decided to wear contacts instead of glasses for the ceremony. Since she hasn’t worn contacts in several years, this has involved a bit of practice wearing them. It was then that our conversation took a momentous turn that led me to have an astonishing revelation about myself.
The future Ms. Chef asked me if I thought she looked better with contacts or glasses. While I don’t disagree with the idea of wearing contacts to events like weddings, my response was, “Well, I think glasses make people look smarter. And smart women are hot.”
Yes, there it is. Mind you, I’m not exactly a nerd with a glasses fetish, but I do find intelligent people to be more attractive. It’s so rare nowadays, of course. The reason that so many Hollywood stars and teenage starlets (as well as ones who just act like teenagers) repulse me isn’t because of their looks. It’s because they’re stupid, or at the very least do a convincing job of acting like they’re stupid. When the average Hollywood star is asked their opinion on any given topic, the response is inevitably either misinformed, inarticulate, meaningless, or both. And that’s not counting the other behaviors that show a lack of intelligence, like public drunkenness and having babies on their lap when they’re driving. It just disgusts me.
I like to think that I’m a fairly intelligent and well-read person. Is it narcissism to like other people who share one of your good qualities? (I freely admit that I’m lacking other good qualities, such as sympathy, concern for others, compassion, and the ability to bake cookies.)
And it’s not just a matter of female companionship and romance, but in ordinary life as well. I prefer to surround myself with those who’re my intellectual equals. I’m a self-admitted intellectual elitist – those who either don’t have or don’t show that they have more brains than the average chimp are, well, beneath my notice. Or an object of ridicule, depending on my mood. (Keep in mind that I never claimed to be a particularly nice person.)
So, there it is. I’m a snob when it comes to matters of brains. Can I really help it if I enjoy hanging out with someone who has the intelligence to carry on a conversation about any number of topics rather than, say, being interested only in booze or women? Not that I don’t like booze and women, but that’s really only part of the equation. In friends, romantic companions, and even celebrity role models, is it really so bad to be picky and demand intelligence and learning?