The Super has noticed an interesting phenomenon. I noticed the trend as I strolled through the malls, visited the theater and while I walked through the city minding my own beeswax. For the record, I believe that even if you have a face like reggae artist Shabba Ranks or Ugly Betty when she’s feeling stank, that everyone has their own special kind of beauty. That said, there are girls walking the streets with bellies the size of army Special Forces tanks and with faces requiring bulletproof vests. Some of these unfortunate ones stroll the sidewalks with mugs only slightly better looking than the Color Purple’s Ms. Celie. But Don’t Cry for them Argentina, um, I mean New York City, because they have what many of my slim and slammin’ friends do not have – boyfriends. These ladies despite not being pretty in the face or slim in the waist, are sauntering down the avenue hand-in-hand with boyfriends and boo’s. My Tyra Banks look-a-likes and Naomi Campbell wannabes are at home on Saturday nights eating Ben and Jerry’s. What’s up with that? Can someone explain? Why are the pretty girls lonely while the less-than-lovely of the world have every Friday and Saturday nights jammed with dates? Are the lovely among us more picky and particular? Are they harder to please? Is there a reason all the pretty girls are lonely? Besides discreetly advertising in popular men’s magazines like professional pretties called prostitutes, what does a pretty girl have to do to get a date? What do you think?