prettiness

You may be married to a star, but that doesn't mean they'll treat you like one.

The French girls would tell you, to believe that you were pretty would make you so.

You don__ owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don__ owe it to your mother, you don__ owe it to your children, you don__ owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked __emale_.

Surely a pretty woman never looks prettier than when making tea.

What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you__e so ugly on the inside?