"Glamorous" by Fergie

So I'm talking to a friend right now about physical beauty. Apparently it's going to be a topic of discussion in my Anthropology class. Honestly, ever since tenth grade, physical beauty has been of the utmost importance to me. Before then, I guess it was semi-important, increasing as time went on, but not to the extent it is now. I'm paranoid now. It's not that I feel looks are necessarily the most important thing, but they seem more concrete when compared to intelligence and therefore easier to measure and focus on.

In the end, some person's view of gorgeous may be another's view of butt-ugly. I don't know why this is. I don't know what varying factors go into people's perceptions of beauty. I wish I could be invincible and fit everyone's standards but I'm sure I don't. All that matters I guess is that you fit the ones you need to. It's hard to lust after a guy with whom you have no chemistry. At least it's hard for me. That's why I've been protected by heartbreak in the physical sense. In the emotional sense, there's nothing to guard against as most of you well know.

I guess as I open up to writing about this topic more, I'll be able to express my true thoughts. For now, it's a bit of a touchy subject - seeing how much emphasis I place on it in my daily life. Often I believe that looks can get me through doors that they shouldn't. I'm vain to the point that I hate it in myself - to the point that it doesn't help me. I hope that in time, I will come to a place where beauty can be something I admire in myself but not something I crave desperately to have in all its quantity.

Lyrics to "Glamorous":

If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home
You say: If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

[B-Section:]
We flying the first class
Up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' the life
In the fast lane
And I wont change
By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[chorus:]
The glamorous,
The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life)
By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[Verse:]
Wear them gold and diamonds rings
All them things don't mean a thing
Chaperons and limousines
Shopping for expensive things
I be on the movie screens
Magazines and bougie scenes
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine
I'm no queen, I'm no machine
I still go to Taco Bell
Drive through, raw as hell
I don't care, I'm still real
No matter how many records I sell
After the show or after the Grammies
I like to go cool out with the family
Sippin', reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang
And now I'm in...

[B-section then chorus]

[Ludacris:]
I'm talking Champagne wishes, caviar dreams
You deserve nothing but all the finer things
Now this whole world has no clue what to do with us
I've got enough money in the bank for the two of us
Plus I gotta keep enough lettuce
To support your shoe fetish
Lifestyles so rich and famous
Robin Leach will get jealous
Half a million for the stones
Taking trips from here to Rome
So If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

[B-section + chorus x2]

[Verse:]
I got problems up to here
I've got people in my ear
Telling me these crazy things
That I don't want to know (fuck y'all)
I've got money in the bank
And I'd really like to thank
All the fans, I'd like to thank
Thank you really though
Cause I remember yesterday
When I dreamt about the days
When I'd rock on MTV, that be really dope
Damn, It's been a long road
And the industry is cold
I'm glad my daddy told me so, he let his daughter know.

Link to Music Video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOQvcMLll4E&feature=fvst