Pink Cadillac

I was driving to work today and I passed a giant f-ing dusty pink Cadillac and it struck me that she, with her perfect makeup and giant ass hair, and I are from the same species - even gender. It makes you wonder. Where did my parents go wrong with me? Why don't I have a giant ass pink Cadillac, gargantuan hair and lips to match both? I mean, what in the world would you have to worry about if you had one of those giant pink cadillacs? Nothing.

What would it take for me to become one of those women? First things first, "think like a woman" oh and get myself one of those sassy little neck scarfs, you know the ones that reporters wear. Second thing, FORGET about going outside, heck if it doesn't involve a credit card, we aren't interested. Third, make everything look different than it really is - hair, skin, butt, boobs, legs, smile. . .

Don't get me wrong, I don't think that I am any better than any of MK's missionaries. I, in fact, own MK makeup and really like it, I am just wondering, if we are, on the outside SO different, can we still be alike on the inside? Nature vs. Nurture? Steel toed boots vs. open toed pumps?

"Things that make you go, hmmm." Thanks C&C Music Factory.