Velma is probably secretly worth millions of dollars due to some sensible investing and some programming she does on the side.

While on my way to lunch I was thinking Velma would make an awesome Companion for Doctor Who....

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(Also has Shaggy as the Doctor) Heh.

I can't imagine the distress that would cause here.

It makes me sad how early we start policing gender. sigh.

Can I say how much I love the descriptor frumpy-but-awesome? Because I do!

Also this Daphne vs Velma conversation is touching on an old button of mine. As a young girl, Scooby Doo had a very formative effect on me. For me the take-home message was girls have two choices, they can be pretty and stupid or unattractive but smart. And I was smart enough then to know I wasn't stupid, and so there I was at 6, mourning the fact that I'd never be considered pretty if people knew I was smart. (Good thing my other formative tv show was The Avengers.)

I think many girls still feel they have to choose between pretty or smart. So many men are intimidated by smart women.

So many men are intimidated by smart women.

Yeah, that's always made me sad. Or I should say what makes me sad is the women who try to hide their smarts. Because that makes it harder for me to find them.

I always considered myself "the smart one" of my sisters (since I clearly wasn't the pretty one), and so it pissed me off to no end when I found out they were getting better grades than me in middle school.

Minimalist superhero posters. Unfortunately the entries aren't tagged right, so I'm linking to the whole blog.

Man, I rushed back from lunch to make a meeting, and it had been cancelled while I was out. I so wish this gig had work Blackberries.

My sis and I had an uncomfortable moment of realizing that the reason we hated each other as teens was that she thought the parents liked me better for being the smart one, at the exact time I thought they liked her better for being the pretty one. I'm still not sure if I'm more boggled over the fact that the smart/pretty war extended to our secret fears of what our *parents* thought (because, c'mon, it's not like we were fighting over some dude), or the fact that even well into our thirties we couldn't say, duh, she's wicked smart and I'm hot, so fuckit.

I had one admittedly very pretty friend say to me once, as we were standing in front of the bathroom mirror putting on makeup to go out (this is high school), "I'm the beauty and you're the brains," and I was just ... crushed.

I knew I was smarter, and she's a ditz even now, and I wasn't too insecure about my looks then, but man. Just the blunt delivery and the matter-of-factness, as if there was no way you could be both, really got into my head for a while.

I told a friend she was pretty one time, and she was all offended because she thought I was calling her dumb! Nope, pretty and also smart.

Our culture fucks people up in the most fascinating ways.