Ah, vanity license plates. In my younger, less-informed days I thought they were pretty cool (until someone told me they were babe-deflectors). So, nowadays when you see them you have to wonder. For example, yesterday The Jeff and I were at lunch and this very much less-than-attractive woman walks past us on our way to the parking lot, jumps in her BMW, and drives off. We follow, and her plate reads "HOTGIRL." If your license plate says "HOTGIRL" and clearly you are not a hot girl, you deserve a smack upside the head, along with serious time in front of a mirror.