What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you’re so ugly on the inside?

Surely a pretty woman never looks prettier than when making tea.

You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked ‘female’.

The French girls would tell you, to believe that you were pretty would make you so.

You may be married to a star, but that doesn't mean they'll treat you like one.