Uh, Hi. My name is Whistlepig and I don’t particularly desire smart women.
I guess it started when I was a kid. I grew up around smart women, so I didn’t know there was any other kind. But when we got cable TV, I found that there was a type of woman who wasn’t smart. They called her a bimbo. She didn’t wear much clothing and even through the TV you could tell she smelled real nice. I found that I didn’t even care about books when I was looking at her.
Then when I got older, I got hooked on white trash. Yeah, the hard stuff. Chain smoking blondes in tight jeans and shirts that you could see their bra hanging out. They drank cheap wine and didn’t even care about school. If they read any books, they got them at the supermarket and the books always had a woman with cleavage or a guy without a shirt on the front. These women weren’t book smart, but they were a lot of fun and know how the world really works.
I’d read my books, they’d read their books, then we’d make up a big batch of gin and tonics and they’d show me what they bought at Fredericks of Hollywood. It beat the heck out of my grad school study groups or going to the opera with some woman who bought her underwear at the Granny’s Big White Cotton Panties store.
Yeah, I tried to go “smart”. I really did. But the thing is, I have to be smart at work, so when I’m not working, I pretty much like to be “not smart”. And the smart women never understood that. I’d be sitting on the couch and go, “Honey, Married with Children is on.” and the smart woman would be all like, “Ew - that show reinforces negative female sterotypes. Let’s watch the show where old white guys talk about politics.” And I’d be like, “But honey, that stuff is boring and it doesn’t solve anything.” And then she’d say, “Don’t you want to know what’s going on in the world?” And I’d say, “Well, I read three online newspapers today, including the New York Times. And I’m reading the Wall Street Journal right now.” And the smart woman would say, “I don’t see how you can read the WSJ and watch Married with Children at the same time without having your head explode.”
And we’d have to watch the old white guys or she’d be sitting there making little noises and stuff while Peg Bundy was talking and then she’d start talking about how stupid the show was and what fun is that?
But with the “not smart” woman, I’d say, “Honey, Married with Children is on!” and she’d say, “Cool! Is this the one where Kelly burns the school down? I love that episode. Do you want a beer?”
So, I have come to accept that I desire “not smart” women. I still enjoy the pleasure and company of smart women, but when it comes to my love life, I’ll take bimbos over brains any day of the week. The bimbos are just more fun.
YMMV,
Whistlepig