The Ascension and Descent of Beauty
It has occurred to me that competing using beauty is futile in attracting a quality mate.
There’re so many pretty girls out there, and the game is rigged with the prevalence of porn, social media, dating apps, AND plastic surgery.
I’m saying, no one can win the beauty game. Plus, the more women focus on external beauty, the more shallow men are allowed to get.
Beauty does not get a man to stay, beauty does not strengthen a relationship, neither does it necessarily make for great sex. This is why I’ve stopped dressing up and doing my hair to an inordinate level because I’ve realized the futility of chasing beauty.
Yes, sure, it is important to look put-together and first impressions and all that. But I am bored. And I scare people off, which is great.
I often tell myself that I’m single because I’m not beautiful enough, but that is illogical and self-destructive and leads nowhere. Internal friction uses this insecurity against me to keep me from complete confidence and assertiveness… as if beauty has anything to do with gaining respect and getting what one wants.
Think of all the male tycoons… they were not supermodels. And think of Kate Mulgrew, all the president’s wives, Ayn Rand, Queens, famous female artists (not singers though). They have a natural kind of beauty, but not a “perfection” or flawless kind, or the kind men can easily objectify. It has more to do with their ambition, tact, how they hold themselves, the substance of mind, and ability to fly solo if need be. They didn’t need a man. I never ever want to try to deliberately “attract a man” ever again. That is pathetic, degrading, and will only lose my faith in men even more.
Yes, attraction matters, but it means nothing in finding a suitable mate because there are plenty of good-looking, fit, wealthy guys out there, but few to none who could entertain, stimulate, and challenge me.
