{"id":1264,"date":"2007-05-21T20:38:31","date_gmt":"2007-05-22T01:38:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=1264"},"modified":"2007-05-21T20:38:31","modified_gmt":"2007-05-22T01:38:31","slug":"beauty-is-in-the-eyes-of-the-beholder","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=1264","title":{"rendered":"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was sitting at dinner the other night with a man on my right and a man on my left. If anyone had walked in, they would have noticed the one on my right because of his classic good looks &#8211; tall, square jaw, nice smile &#8211; but the man on my left had my attention for the entire evening. How do you define beauty? The man on my left looks into my eyes and pierces [at least] the first layer of me &#8211; it&#8217;s the law of attraction &#8211; chemistry &#8211; that zing.<\/p>\n<p>This evening, I was returning from Pilates, which in and of itself was so challenging that I wanted to hang my head in defeat, and a truck pulled up beside me as I was listening to the 20th anniversary of Fresh Air. The guy rolled down his window as if to ask me a question so I rolled down the passenger side &#8211; he said, &#8220;I just wanted to tell you that you are beautiful.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Aw shucks &#8211; I said &#8211; you&#8217;re sweet. <\/p>\n<p>Beauty definitely is in the eyes of the beholder because at that moment I was a woman with a few too many extra pounds on me, with my brow furrowed from looking at the road without my glasses, and hair that needed something. <\/p>\n<p>Maybe all he saw was a red head in a pick-up truck.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was sitting at dinner the other night with a man on my right and a man on my left. If anyone had walked in, they would have noticed the one on my right because of his classic good looks &#8211; tall, square jaw, nice smile &#8211; but the man on my left had my attention for the entire evening. How do you define beauty? The man on my left looks into my eyes and&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1264","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-ko","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1264","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1264"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1264\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1264"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1264"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1264"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}