There's no reason the nice lady teaching your children their algebra shouldn't be attractive. But I wonder. If Danica McKellar was my eighth grade algebra teacher, what would I really remember from that class? Polynomials, or something else?
Honestly, do we need the "boy crazy confessionals" and the Cosmo-style quizzes right on the cover? And the titillation of the letter x? Such blatant subtext: "It's a variable. But put three of them together and it's pornography."
And how about the implication that it's not enough for our daughters to be smart, they have to be drop-dead sexy too?
Regular readers will forgive me, I hope, for putting pictures of pretty girls on my blog. That's actually a lovely dress. (The more persistent among you may find less even modest pictures a google image search away. Not that I checked.)
Hey, remember Winnie Cooper from The Wonder Years? Is it me or does that girl look familiar?