What Is More Important, Beauty Or Intelligence?

What Is More Important, Beauty Or Intelligence?

You can put on makeup to be beautiful, but if you are ugly on the inside, all you can do is eat it. -Audery Hepburn
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In the battle of brains versus beauty, which one takes the gold? A movie that recently came out that I went to see with my mother is “The Neon Demon.” My mother and I went to an early showing and ended up to be the only ones in the movie theater, which meant we could have loud reactions to any part of the movie and no one would find us obnoxious. The film was about a girl Jessie from Georgia that moves to Los Angeles in order to pursue a career as a model. She lost her family and enters the world of modeling abruptly and harshly. Jessie is only 16 years old but pretends to be 19 years old in order to receive more work from modeling agencies. She is introduced graciously by a makeup artist Ruby. Jessie also encounters two models, Gigi and Sarah, that see Jessie’s beauty and youthfulness as a threat to their own success. These models have gone through drastic measures to maintain their ageless beauty, such as countless procedures of plastic surgery. Jessie, in the beginning of the film, explains that she is blessed to be beautiful, given that she believes that she has no real talent to offer the world. She knows her physicality gives her the ability to provide for herself. She starts off as a very kind character who knows that she is gorgeous but does not use it spitefully or malevolently towards others. Her persona soon changes when she gets a taste of the spotlight when she is the closing act of the fashion show. She believes that women would kill for her beauty and that she does not need others in her life and can gain absolutely anyone she desires due to her remarkable looks. She soon comes to a rude awakening when her vanity takes over and flaunts her new-found confidence to the other women which ends in her demise.



The film “The Neon Demon” touches on important issues that if you would take the time to further analyze the film, you would see that the issues discussed in the film are issues found in our society. “ The Neon Demon” touches on the fact that women are envious of other women, whether it being for how successful they are or how pretty they are. In society, women may still feel as though they need to compete with one another in order to get ahead in the world, whether it being intelligence or beauty. Another issue the film discusses is that beauty is a commodity and can be replaced in an instant. In society, it seems as though once a woman turns a certain age she is not as vibrant as she once was, and now, her significance is now diminished. There is so much pressure to be as youthful as possible because youthfulness in society is new, shiny and eye-catching. There were several other issues that were directed in the film, but the issue that struck with me was that if a woman is pretty that is all she will ever be and that is all she’s worth- your beauty determines your success in the world and how many people want to associate with you. In the film, the male, modeling talent director states that men only put in their time to women that are beautiful. He said that you can distinguish between artificial beauty and natural beauty. This statement can be seen to be true for the most part. From a young age, girls are pressured to be beautiful and products are used to enhance a girl’s beauty, which is being advertised through the internet, television, movie, magazines and social media. In every advertisement, a woman is perfectly groomed, from head to toe, and she seems to have a great life and appears to be the utmost happy person. It is giving the notion that if girls look better, they will be treated better and will have better lives and be happier in the long run.

Intelligence, hands down, is more important than beauty. Intelligence can inspire you to be a better person and educate yourself about the world around you and how to make it a better place. Intelligence never fades. Intelligence is inner beauty. Intelligence is not all about gaining knowledge. You have to consider emotional intelligence. Emotional intelligence is to know your own emotions and others’ emotions and reason with these emotions in a functional way. Beauty is important, don’t get me wrong; because if you look nice, it gives you confidence in yourself. On the other hand, beauty will never withstand intelligence and compassion, because without intelligence and compassion, our world would have no purpose.
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Yes, I Had A Stroke And I'm Only 20

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Recently, I read an article on Cosmo that was written by a woman that had a stroke at the ripe old age of 23. For those of you who don't know, that really doesn't happen. Young people don't have strokes. Some do, but it's so incredibly uncommon that it rarely crosses most people's minds. Her piece was really moving, and I related a lot -- because I had a stroke at 20.

It started as a simple headache. I didn't think much of it because I get headaches pretty often. At the time, I worked for my parents, and I texted my mom to tell her that I'd be late to work because of the pain. I had never experienced a headache like that, but I figured it still wasn't something to worry about. I went about my normal routine, and it steadily got worse. It got to the point that I literally threw up from the pain. My mom told me to take some Tylenol, but I couldn't get to our kitchen. I figured that since I was already in the bathroom, I would just take a shower and hope that the hot steam would relax my muscles, and get rid of my headache. So I turned the water on in the shower, and I waited for it to get hot.

At this point, I was sweating. I've never been that warm in my life. My head was still killing me. I was sitting on the floor of the bathroom, trying to at least cope with the pain. Finally, I decided that I needed to go to the hospital. I picked up my phone to call 911, but I couldn't see the screen. I couldn't read anything. I laid down on the floor and tried to swipe from the lock screen to the emergency call screen, but I couldn't even manage that. My fine motor skills were completely gone. My fingers wouldn't cooperate, even though I knew what buttons needed to be pressed. Instead of swiping to the emergency call screen, I threw my phone across the room. "Okay," I thought, "Large muscle groups are working. Small ones are not".

I tried getting up. That also wasn't happening. I was so unstable that I couldn't stay standing. I tried turning off the running water of the shower, but couldn't move the faucet. Eventually, I gave up on trying to move anywhere. "At what point do I just give up and lie on the floor until someone finds me?" That was the point. I ended up lying on the floor for two hours until my dad came home and found me.

During that two hours, I couldn't hear. My ears were roaring, not even ringing. I tried to yell, but I couldn't form a sentence. I was simply stuck, and couldn't do anything about it. I still had no idea what was going on.

When the ambulance finally got there, they put me on a stretcher and loaded me into the back. "Are you afraid of needles or anything?" asked one EMT. "Terrified," I responded, and she started an IV without hesitation. To this day, I don't know if that word actually came out of my mouth, but I'm so glad she started the IV. She started pumping pain medicine, but it didn't seem to be doing anything.

We got to the hospital, and the doctors there were going to treat me for a migraine and send me on my merry way. This was obviously not a migraine. When I could finally speak again, they kept asking if I was prone to migraines. "I've never had a migraine in my whole life," I would say. "Do you do any drugs?" they would ask. "No," I repeated over and over. At this point, I was fading in and out of consciousness, probably from the pain or the pain medicine.

At one point, I heard the doctors say that they couldn't handle whatever was wrong with me at our local hospital and that I would need to be flown somewhere. They decided on University of Maryland in Baltimore. My parents asked if I wanted them to wait with me or start driving, so I had them leave.

The helicopter arrived soon after, and I was loaded into it. 45 minutes later, I was in Baltimore. That was the last thing I remember. The next thing I remember was being in the hospital two weeks later. I had a drain in my head, a central port, and an IV. I honestly didn't know what had happened to me.

As it turns out, I was born with a blood vessel malformation called an AVM. Blood vessels and arteries are supposed to pass blood to one another smoothly, and mine simply weren't. I basically had a knot of blood vessels in my brain that had swelled and almost burst. There was fluid in my brain that wouldn't drain, which was why my head still hurt so bad. The doctors couldn't see through the blood and fluid to operate, so they were simply monitoring me at that point.

When they could finally see, they went in to embolize my aneurysm and try to kill the AVM. After a successful procedure, my headache was finally starting to subside. It had gone from a 10 on the pain scale (which I don't remember), to a 6 (which was when I had started to be conscious), and then down to a 2.

I went to rehab after I was discharged from the hospital, I went to rehab. There, I learned simple things like how to walk and balance, and we tested my fine motor skills to make sure that I could still play the flute. Rehab was both physically and emotionally difficult. I was constantly exhausted.

I still have a few lingering issues from the whole ordeal. I have a tremor in one hand, and I'm mostly deaf in one ear. I still get headaches sometimes, but that's just my brain getting used to regular blood flow. I sleep a lot and slur my words as I get tired. While I still have a few deficits, I'm lucky to even be alive.

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I Wish People Would Stop Commenting On My Height, I Get It, I'm Tall

Is this such a tall order?

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I've spent the better part of the last 20 years of my life wishing I was shorter. Sure, at 5'11" I'm not that tall, but for as much as people talk about it, it sure feels like it is. I have only recently started to feel comfortable with my height and not feel insecure about it all the time. As one can imagine, it's pretty annoying when the first thing people say when meeting you is, "oh my, you're so tall!" as if I don't already know this information. Some people will even do it more subtly by asking, "how tall are you?" I never ask my short friends this, so why me??

First off, it makes me feel uncomfortable when people mention my height because I don't like talking about it. "Wow, you're so tall! I bet you played basketball!" You know what? As a matter of fact, I did! Thanks for bringing up this useless information!

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As I said previously, I have accepted being tall and am usually not insecure about it anymore, but it's a little hard not to think about it when pretty much every new person I meet mentions something about it. I've always subconsciously slouched when I'm standing because standing up straight makes everyone hyperaware of how tall I am, including myself.

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The WORST part of it all is when I hear the classic, "Ugh I wish I was as tall as you!"

As someone who has struggled with being insecure about their height their entire life, this is super annoying. Being taller than half the boys in your grade is not fun. Having to slouch in class because I'm afraid the person behind me can't see is not fun. Everyone should be able to feel comfortable with how they look, so be confident in who you are!

All in all, I wish people would start focusing on other traits about me before talking about my height. I am now confident in my height and don't think about it as much, so it would be ideal if I wasn't reminded of it all the time.

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