There's a woman at work who, let's just say, won the genetic lottery. She's blonde, blue eyed and has a Jessica Rabbit body, something that she doesn't necessarily flaunt but doesn't hide either, a trait that makes her look much classier than I'm making it out. In other words, if we are all just players in the Darwinian Tourney Pool, she's a top seed. Whenever I walk past her, trying as hard as possible not to gawk, I wonder what her dad must think when he sees her. After all, she's his precious little baby. He's also a guy. And no I don't mean it like that. What I mean is that he thinks like a guy.

So, what I'm wondering is this- when he sees his precious little baby girl, does he give himself a little mental high-five? After all, those are his genes that produced her. And does he have a little feeling of contenment knowing that with her looks, she can pretty much pick whoever she wants to marry? Doctor? Lawyer? VP of Marketing- it's evolution, remember? Or does he shake his head in worry, knowing that she could have an IQ of 180 but because of her body, she will forever be doomed because the only thing most guys will think of when they see her is what a mighty rack she has?