a woman who would not elicit a second glance on the street is often treated as if she were a fashion queen. Literally all they have to do is not weigh 200 lbs and have decent hair and they could have their pick of a healthy handful of “happily married” men. I have always understood this; I call it the dandelion syndrome. On a pile of horseshit, a dandelion is a welcome splash of color and life. In your lawn, it is a pestilence. I am constantly amazed that nobody else seems to see this.