Airhead (Airhead #1)

Oh, my God! Nikki Howard is a total slut! Or maybe I am, and I had just never had an opportunity to discover it until now!

Whitney tossed some of her long blond-dyed, apparently. At least accord- ing to my little sister, Frida, who knows about things like that-hair and asked, her blue eyes glittering with indignation, "How is promoting a healthy weight- which scientists have determined as a body mass index of below twenty-four point nine-as beautiful an attack on any woman's self-esteem? If some women are too lazy to go to the gym because they sit around all day playing video games, well, that's their problem. But they can't then turn around and blame those of us who take proper care of our bodies for being sexist or holding them to impossible standards of beauty...especially when so many of us are living proof that those standards aren't impossible at all." My jaw dropped. I looked around to see if anyone else was as stunned as I was. This was Whitney's interpretation of the topic Mr. Greer had assigned her for her two-minute persuasive piece? That normal-size women should stop blaming the media for hyping stick-thin models and actresses as the beauty ideal? Apparently, I was the only one in the class who thought she'd gotten it wrong. At least if the rapt way everyone else (the male half of the class, anyway) was staring at Whitney's admittedly extremely perky boobs was any indication. "If wanting to look as beautiful as someone like Nikki Howard, for in- stance," Whitney went on, naming the current It Girl in the beauty and fashion scene, "was really so wrong, would women be spending an estimated thirty- three billion dollars a year on weight loss, another seven billion on cosmetics, and three hundred million or more on cosmetic surgery? Of course not! People aren't stupid! They know that, with a little effort and maybe a little more money, thev can be as attractive aswell. me."