That was my impression.
Every intelligent person maximizes their assets, whatever it is they have.
Some have brains. Some have looks. Some have skill. And so on.
I once knew a salesman from Australia, and he had the most over the top Aussie accent, and was a good looking, big rugby player kind of guy, very good natured, and Americans are suckers for a good Aussie accent. We just are.
Well, I went to a conference and saw the guy (who I liked) and went over to talk to him, but he was engaged in conversation, so I politely waited just out of range until he was free.
But I was close enough to hear his conversation, which had absolutely no Aussie accent at all! I nearly fell over!
The thing is-he wasn’t exploiting people in an ill-tempered or exploitative way-he just knew that people liked him more when they heard his accent, and he was likeable. So, he was keeping with who he was, he was internally consistent, just enhancing himself.
In the case of this woman, it is inconsistent, mean, and tawdry. She doesn’t like men who find her attractive but does it to get more money out of her. It is greedy, dishonest, and grasping.
I admire a woman who likes men, knows she is attractive, and enhances her appearance in sexually attractive ways because everyone wins by it including her. This sad sack of a woman in the article suffers but gets money for it. The difference is huge to me.
You can probably tell, I don’t like people like her.
I adjusted my style based on my situation.
Admittedly, I was never what one would consider a stunning beauty. I was pretty enough to win a beauty contest and knew how to turn up the sexy look without crossing the line to slutty.
At work, I was professional. No cleavage, suits, and skirts past my knees. That didn’t stop one of my bosses from hitting on me (left that job) or a client from grabbing my backside (left that job, too). I was shocked and disgusted because I was all business at work and because both men were married. It was disheartening to discover that working around married men was not as safe as I thought it would be and not all men were like my father.
From that point forward, I was toned down and bland. I wasn’t seeking male attention from staff and wanted clients to focus on my words and work.
At the club, I turned up the hotness dial because I was husband hunting.
After I married, I loosened up at work. I was more comfortable letting my looks shine again because the massive rock and glittering wedding band were clear signs I was off the market and a no-go zone. My looking pretty at work was not meant for anyone except my husband; I wanted to look good for him when I walked through the door at night.
I used my looks for their intended purpose, to secure my mate and keep him by my side these last 30 years.
All my other accomplishments came from my talent, hard work, and my brains.