First Ladies who were HOT

Pat Nixon had various terrible hairdos throughout her life, and usually dyed it golden blonde when in reality she was a redhead (her husband described it as "Titian colored hair"). But she had fabulous cheekbones, and beautiful eyes.

Rosalynn Carter at 17.

Nancy Reagan wore unflattering clothes when she was in office--she wanted to look powerful and skinny. But when she was starting out as a starlet in Hollywood they made her look much softer and much prettier.

Nancy was never a beauty. She made it in Hollywood on her knees.

Nancita was a ball busting battleaxe with helmet hair, and a vagina full of teeth and razor blades. Just like the first Mrs. Reagan, Jane Wyman.

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Mamie Eisenhower was a knockout.

Elenor Roosevelt was hot too.

She died before her husband made it to the White House, but Ellen Arthur was beautiful.

Mary Todd

Martha Washington

R5 = DL fave Babs Bush, phoning the bile in from the grave.

I was a sweet piece of ass back in the day!

Frances Cleveland was the Melania of her day. She was young enough to be Grover's daughter.

Eleanor Roosevelt

[quote] Nancy was never a beauty.

And yet there's the photo at r3 that contradicts you.

Nancy had pretty eyes, but that bulbous nose (which she later had fixed, years after quitting acting) is all I see, despite the glamour lighting, et al.

She approaches "pretty" or "striking." But beautiful? Never.

Laura Bush was a cute girl in her youth. Alas, by the time W took office, she had that "glazed over/glassy-eyed" look about her most of the time. The few times she actually laughed and looked animated, you could see that she was rather pretty.

Best make-over.

Nancy had fat legs. When she was still a starlet (he didn’t fuck her until she was Mrs.Reagan), Frank Sinatra called her a “dope with fat ankles.”

During the 1980 campaign a reporter from the Washington Star did a story about Nancy and her annoying habit of forcing chocolates on reporters on the campaign plane.

The reporter wrote: “Nancy, it must be pointed out, never eats her own chocolates. “I am a size 4,” she admits to all admirers of her tiny waist, beneath which, like a charming play with third-act trouble, a pair of piano legs taper with unhappy abruptness. “

Nancy took to her bed for three days and the reporter was tossed off the plane at the next stop.