I suppose women like men to find their intellect attractive because unlike beauty, it doesn't fade (or in some cases vanish or implode with childbirth) with certainty and there's some kind of consistency and hence controllability to it.
Let's examine this premise.
Looks fade, or are "superficial", hence beauty is not something a woman can bank on unless she has unlimited access to Botox and lipo. Intelligence is assumed to be a given, as if it is an objective and unwavering fact. You either have more of it or less of it. Intelligence can be measured, arguably by standardized tests, or indicated by social status, occupational prestige and education. Therefore, as the argument goes, beauty is subjective, fluctuates and is unmeasurable while intelligence is fixed, measurable and enduring. Society places a higher value on intellect because it is measurable and ostensibly leads to wealth creation.
Actually, intelligence is as superficial and nebulous as beauty. You can only quantify it when you put the brain up to a particular test and then you really can't say much about it outside of that context in which it was measured.
People who occupy high social positions cannot possibly say they got there because they were smart. Connections and nepotism usually have a lot more to do with it. You do need to possess a level of intellectual ability to graduate from medical school, law school or engineering, but being a very successful plastic surgeon does not say very much about your powers of persuasion, your ability to read a map and master the intricacies of dog training.
Still, I like it when a guy goes for me because of my brains.
I think the second reason is because I assume that smart women are scarcer than pretty women. Thereby, what is rare has a lower probability of being upstaged by another equally or even rarer specimen. Bottom line: if he goes for your tits and ass, what's to keep him from being attracted to a nicer pair of tits and ass?
Personality, the so-called "brains" behind the Barbie act.
When I complain that Daniel only compliments my tits and ass, he assures me that I am also "fun to be with". I won't put any money on him giving up water sports because of my exceptionally fun personality. He goes on to insist with great sincerity that I am "someone he feels comfortable talking to about anything". I envisioned a therapist's sofa with cushions. "And.... you are rather smart". That makes me smile a little inside.
So it seems that I value being perceived as smart in order to stand out from the rest of the crowd, which is ironically flawed because smartness does not get me fidelity nor sexual attention from my man.
Then again, you can't squeeze brains into a lycra tank and pimp them out on a Saturday night.
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