Winner

At the beach in your bikini blowing off those also-rans you posture in your playful way with Gucci sunshades and the latest Grisham novel. At the gala you're exquisite in your slinky cocktail dress. Simple, black, short and sexy, you shimmer like a morning mist, the chandeliers are dancing in your eyes. At the condo in your nightgown, (the antithesis of sex), tucking in the kids and softly singing them to sleep, you're Wonder Woman in your plastic curlers. I want to scream: "The competition's over, we have a winner!"