Saturday, May 16, 2009

The Value of Beauty

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A lady once lamented to me, “Why is it so hard to find a nice, rich guy? I'm good looking, and I have suitors, but many of them just don't cut it.”

I thought that was shallow, and proceeded to preach about the insignificance of beauty and wealth, and about what traits should really matter. Unfortunately, my wise words fell on deaf ears. Now that I've pondered about it, I realised how unreasonable I was. She was simply stating her preferences for rich men. In retrospect, I would have been more helpful had I analysed her predicament based on the two variables she defined, which were beauty and wealth.

Now, what is beauty? Granted, the concept of beauty is complex. Philosophers have, since the beginning of time, tried to encapsulate it. In the lady's context, it should be assumed to be physical attractiveness. Even with such a precise definition, our analysis would prove difficult. As the famous saying goes, “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” In short, beauty is subjective, due to exogenous factors, or perhaps even merely the differential preferences of individuals. An attempt to identify all of these factors would be an insurmountable task. In order to make some progress, it would have to be assumed that everybody has the same perception of beauty.

After deconstruction, the lady's predicament was simple. It was an offer of beauty for wealth, the trade of one asset for another. If the value of her beauty matches the wealth of her suitor, it would be a fair trade, no?

Obviously not. Physical attractiveness fades with time. At the age of 45, I'm sure our protagonist will not proclaim herself to be good looking any longer. In fact, when she is a wrinkly old hag at the age of 60, there will hardly be any remnants of her past beauty. It is also apparent that physical appearances deteriorate more rapidly as aging occurs. In economic terms, beauty suffers from accelerating depreciation, with no residual value at the end.

On the other hand, wealth begets more wealth, thanks to the wonder of compounding interest. It can be said that the growth of wealth is exponential. This is, of course, assuming that the rich man in question manages his finances well. Wealth would thus be an earning asset, with new income integrating with current wealth.



The graph above represents the two variables over time. The intersection point would be where our protagonist deems her suitor worthy of her. From that point on, the value of the suitor's wealth would become increasingly higher than her beauty. It is clear that our rich man would reject such an unfair offer. It would make much better economic sense to lease our lady instead!

With such dire outcomes, what should our distressed damsel do? I would love to hear your comments!

PS: Lady in question, if you are reading this, I am merely trying to resolve your predicament. Please do not get upset!

Saturday, March 21, 2009

The Dew at Dusk

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Dusk's last drop of dew
Fathomed the fate of few
She glided down the blade
Yet lingered at the edge
What allure adhered her to the sedge
As such to abhor the everglade?

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Of Sorrows & Songs

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On an abject afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
I was lost in the tunes
Of a song full of wretchedness
Hearing how we'll walk alone
In a blight of loneliness

And on I listened
To these melancholic chords
Till the day was distant
And I sat in remorse
For regrets non-existent
Till the crooning went hoarse

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Borrowed Time

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The Devil's time I borrow
To fill the void in my burrow
Yet I wallowed in my sorrow

Till the weaver of the morrow
Spun the fall of the sparrow
And sent a chill down my marrow

Henceforth it struck me as narrow
To dwell on the sands of sorrow
And thus on them I boldly blow

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Too Late to Set Goals for 2008?

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Alright so half the year has passed, and I've finally decided to sit down and do it. This is it, my ultimatum, no more procrastination, no more lame excuses. Imma work at them everyday like clockwork, till I nail 'em all. Here's the list *drum rolls*:

1. Learn Cantonese (speak to me in Cantonese if you can)
2. Develop my cross-dominance into ambidexterity
3. Squat 1.5 x BW, shoulder press 1 x BW, bench press 1 x BW

The list's up, and all of you are witnesses to it. Enough of my self-deception! Now if you will excuse me, I've got a few goals to fulfil.

Death

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Devoid of heat, curling in your sweet embrace
Deafened by your heartbeat, reeling like post-race
I stood in awe of your feat, as your gaze held me in place
Your lurid beauty blinds me like mace
And I succumb with a sweet grimace

Sunday, September 21, 2008

As the curtains draw...

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The show ends and I take a bow
Swept by a poignant undertow
I thank my guests for coming now
And wept like I have never known

Basking in the afterglow
I turn from the drawing shutters
As a lone rose flutters
Upon my dying shadow