Where is my Phylicia Rashad?

I'm just going to go ahead and say it: Phylicia Rashad is one of the most beautiful women in the enitre world. HANDS DOWN. You might be reading this thinking that this is just a joke, nostalgia's purposes or something of that nature, but I am completely serious in the statement that I have expressed above. Every time I see her there's like a little ray of light that shines from deep down in my soul, giving me hope that one day I'm going to bag me a women who is at least remotely similar to her in either looks, and or characteristics. 

It's quite rare that I ever call a girl beautiful and there's a reason for that. For me that's a word you have to earn over time, you don't just get that because you're a hottie and you're speaking to me. Yeah, that model with the good weave and the tight dress is fun to look at, but at the end of this function I'm going home to eat a poptart and watch King of Queens reruns. Are they ready for that just yet? Probably not [Claire Huxtable would be]. "Beautiful" accounts for everything, not just looks. Now by no means am I saying that I'm out looking for THE ONE so I can shack up and produce one to two intelligent yet socially conscious, artistic children, but hey, if she's anything like Phylicia then I'd be a F*%&!#G idiot to let that one get away.

This is the song that plays in my head over and over every time I see her. If I could only go back in time....