Loved The Ides of March. Thrilling and intellectually stimulating, my favourite kind of film. I like your politics. I like your intelligence and self-deprecating humor. I like your compassion and dedication to human rights. There is much to respect about you. But there's one area of your life that's not as admirable. Of course it's none of my business. And what I'm about to say is possibly judgmental and singleminded, traits I'd like to think I'm not usually known for. But your choice in female companions leaves a little to be desired. They are all very beautiful. And I'm sure they are all lovely, caring individuals. But none of them, or perhaps very few of them, are known for their intellectual prowess. Maybe privately they are engaging in meaningful conversation about the world affairs that seem so important to you, but they certainly aren't publicly. And so, whether intentional or not, you are commenting on the value of women. You are saying that a woman's primary importance is looking good on your arm. This goes to the very heart of ideas about women that have been conveyed by others much more eloquently than I could express. But you get my drift. Part of it, of course, is biology. We are all sexual creatures and I'm not denying the role of appearance in attraction. There's a reason other than your acting skills that I attend your movies, sir. Looks matter. But when a man of your intellect and humanitarian crusading appears to consistently choose beauty over brains, it says something. And whether it's fair or not, whether it's even true or not, you're sending a message. And it's a disappointing one.
Sincerely,
PC
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