Women and Beauty

OkCupid, the dating site, has an interesting recent article on the mathematics of women's beauty.  Really, this is more about statistics and there's no Golden Ratio mentioned.
There are some good things about this article.  The conclusion at the end, encouraging women to play up their flaws, is nice because usually when you read a woman's magazine, the first thing they will tell you is basically make yourself perfect.  Be perfect all the time.  Are you perfect yet?  No?  Then you are going to spend the rest of your life aloooooone.  Foreeeeevvver.
(And while we're at it, an aside: telling women to never show a negative emotion is possibly the oldest dating advice of all time.  I'm personally really sick of it.  If a guy can't deal with me now, he's not going to be able to handle later.)     
There are a lot of problems with this post.  For one thing, it is based solely on heterosexual ideas of love.  (Men are apparently only interested in women and vice versa in the universe this article plays into.)  I am unfamiliar with OkCupid, so it is possible this is one of those dating sites that only allows for heterosexual pairings, or at least only encourages them, but I found this assumption really sad and dated.  Maybe they are planning on eventually analyzing women interested in women and men interested in men, but if they are, they give no mention of it.   
I would also like to know how they rated attractiveness.  Was it just based on the authors opinions?  Did they actually poll people?  (It looks like they might of, but it's a little unclear.  Again, because I'm not familiar with OkCupid, I don't know.) 

My Third Poetry Reading

Tonight, I read at Live Lit, which is this event the Department of English has begun this year. Basically, you submit a manuscript to three judges (English professors, mostly), and, if they like your work, they allow you to read as part of an event with four to five other undergraduate writers.
I’ve always wanted my poetry to be read out loud and for people to like it, but I was still a nervous about this event. I tried to get a friend to apply with me, thinking that if he was doing it too I might feel like I have a comrade, but he wasn’t interested, so I decided to do it myself.
It was such a pleasure, getting that email that said I could read, but once I realized I had to do it, I was back to being a wreck. So, as always, I practiced. Not just the poems themselves, but the stories in-between, which my friend Lia told me were necessary to reengage the audience.
And then I got up there and do what I do best: myself.
I don’t talk about it often, but I come from a performing arts background. I was one of those kids who took dance classes, acted in plays, sung in choirs, trained as an opera singer, directed plays, performed in student news programs and at my high school’s annual Forensic’s Day. I turned to writing, on a lark really, and I’ve really enjoyed it. I’m still a little unsure of the performance aspect of poetry, but I felt so good about tonight. People laughed at my jokes, they enjoyed the poetry, and I knew they listened and cared. I must say, I totally rocked it, and from what everyone else said to me afterward, my fifteen minutes went over really well.
When I was up there, I felt like I was the most beautiful thing on the planet, if only for a few minutes.