This Is How Ridiculously Great Life Is When You’re an Attractive Woman
It’s just wonderful to be used to boost men’s egos
It’s no secret that men have this elaborate, state-of-the-art system of categorising women into two distinct categories: fuckable and unfuckable.
And I’m lucky enough to belong to the former.
Actually, I’m probably somewhere near the top of the fuckability pyramid. I’m still relatively young, thin, and tall, and I’ve been told on quite a few occasions that I have a ‘blowjob’ face.
It’s a real privilege, I know.
After all, male sexual attention is the most valuable prize we can hope to get in this life. (Sure, dead women, animals and children also get it, but we don’t need to get into any of that now.)
And many people probably wonder what it’s really like.
To have all that precious attention from random men passing you by on the street or serving you coffee in the morning. And to get all those incredible perks that come along with conforming to society’s beauty ideals.
Well, let me tell you all about it.
At first, I didn’t understand why boys were such assholes to me all the time.
I thought maybe this is just how boys are, but then my kindergarten teacher said they tend to be mean and nasty to girls they like. And that was supposed to make me feel good. All these boys picking on me and pulling my hair and destroying my things were just signs of great things to come.
And it wasn’t only boys my age that gave me so much of their attention, but also men old enough to be my fathers. Or grandfathers.
I was so lucky.
And I got luckier and luckier as the years went by.
In school, some teachers — especially the female ones — had a tendency to treat me like a hopeless idiot who was going to drown herself in a toilet if I wasn’t closely supervised. I even got falsely accused of cheating on quite a few exams because how could I really know all that?
The only reason I managed to graduate from multiple universities later on was that my professors wanted to fuck me, of course.
Although I know there’s a commonly held belief that physically attractive people are smarter, my femaleness and blondness must’ve cancelled it out somehow.
But that’s perfectly fine. Because at least boys and then men who wanted to date me treated me differently — not exactly like an idiot or even a real person, but more of a trophy they can show off to their mates and use as an ego booster.
Such fun.
The best thing about dating as a fuckable woman is that you don’t need to worry about having anything interesting to say. Because chances are men who usually ask you out won’t listen to you anyway.
It really wouldn’t make a difference if you answered their ‘how you’ve been’ with ‘well, I was recently abducted by aliens and held in their facility over the weekend, and now I might be pregnant with a green three-eyed creature from outer space.’
They’d just nod and smile. And then get you another drink.
Ah, yes — free drinks. That’s an important perk.
And people love to bring this one up whenever they talk about how ridiculously great and easy life is for us.
We get all those free drinks — which we’re still expected to pay for, just in a different currency — and club entries and unsolicited male sexual attention and, well, that’s mostly it. But that’s obviously equivalent to having everything you could’ve wished for in life. If you happen to be female, of course.
That’s why so many people secretly — or not-so-secretly — hate our kind.
Men also hate us when we reject them even though they simultaneously think we’re out of their league and that they’re entitled to date us. And even when we agree to date them, they’ll still likely treat us with contempt and resentment over the power they believe we have over them.
And other women hate us because they want to be where we are — on top of the fuckability pyramid. Even those who manage to get there, or have been there all along, often feel this way because they perceive others as their competition.
It’s no wonder, then, that whenever there’s an opportunity to humble or humiliate a woman perceived as physically attractive — especially those who dare to recognise that fact — we’re all merrily reaching for some stones to throw.
Our lives are oh-so-wonderful anyway, so who cares?
I once made the mistake of telling a female acquaintance how tired I was of all the constant harassment and stalking and ogling and objectification I was experiencing. And she got mad. At me.
Well, I guess I just momentarily forgot how lucky I was.
And that you aren’t allowed to complain after you reach a certain level of fuckability.
After all, we’ve been conditioned by mainstream media, advertising and entertainment industries to believe that to be desirable by men is the ultimate achievement in a woman’s life. So if you’ve achieved that, what’s there to complain about, really?
Pretty girls don’t suffer, aren’t mistreated, are always happy and live the best lives. Pretty girls get all the boys they want. And most importantly, pretty girls are loved and respected by men.
But then, one day, we’re found lying dead in our apartments with a fractured skull, and our partners are looking at spending the rest of their lives in prison. Or it comes out that we were actually being cheated on for years.
And everyone is confused and shocked.
But how could that happen to her? And if that’s what happens to pretty girls, what hope is there for the rest of us?
The ugly truth is that you could be the literal standard of beauty and have plump lips and fluttering eyes and luscious hair and curves — but only in the right places — and a stomach as flat as a surfboard, and none of that guarantees you’ll be treated with respect or love by men.
Or have a perfect life.
You’re still a person. And you’re still a woman.
And the latter, in particular, means that no matter how fuckable you are, you’re still not going to be seen as a full human being by some.
Of course, that isn’t to say there’s no advantage of being perceived as attractive. We live in a shallow and appearance-fixated world, and if you happen to tick all or some of the boxes on the long list of conventional beauty standards, you’ll likely benefit from that. To some extent, at least.
‘Pretty privilege’ isn’t entirely a myth. But it’s a myth that if you’re pretty, everything else will magically fall into place in your life, and you’re guaranteed to be granted humanness by half of this world’s population.
And seeing how many women and girls these days go to excessive and, sometimes, even deadly lengths in the pursuit of the ever-changing beauty ideal that’s quite important to recognise.
Beauty is ephemeral. And, ultimately, meaningless.
Even if you’re at the top of the fuckability pyramid now, you won’t be there for long.
And honestly, I’m looking forward to the day it’s over for me.
You do not win by struggling to the top of a caste system, you win by refusing to be trapped within one at all. — Naomi Wolf, ‘The Beauty Myth’
This Is How Ridiculously Great Life Is When You’re an Attractive Woman
My friend is tall, white and male and an 8 on the beauty scale. He literally gets ahead in life with more promotions, free stuff and jumps in queues. There is more, but being attractive does have advantages, FOR A MAN. Life is easier. He also has a very average (and generic) sounding name which helps in Western society.
This superficial society sucks. A woman with the same traits will never be treated the same way and that's depressing AF.
Oooooh, THANK YOU! for this article!
First,
is the pic included with the article you? I have/had no idea what you look like although I'm PRETTY (pun alert!) sure you have referred to your looks or looks in general in other articles. Anyway, I'm trying to say in my tired rambly way I knew you were good looking but Holy God. I'm not gay but if we were stranded for a looong time together on a deserted island....crimony, maybe not even that long, more like a stuck elevator. Hahahaha sorry, I cracked myself up. And actually, you know, it's more your brains, confidence, writing style and attitude that attract me anyway. Angelina Jolie is the only other "stuck elevator" lady I can think of.
Meanwhile back at the bunny ranch, I've never been your level of fuckable. By that I mean the trophy standards. I WISH I had a blowjob face. Wow that felt icky even writing it. Blech I just know kissing men with fuller lips, puffy pouters, feels great so it stands to reason fuller lips...you get me. But hey, I've got along without em for umpteen years, it's all in how you use it. Lol I jest at wanting other women's parts but in reality it's a low down dirty jealous scummy green game. It hit me hard (pun alert!) when you said other women are so ready to throw those stones at women they deem prettier than they are. As I said I'm not trophy material but in my heyday I had no problems getting uh, dates. And oh my God have some stones smashed me right in my thin lipped face! And I was too dumb to duck for awhile. Still am sometimes. You know why Katie? It's just so fucking UNEXPECTED. Tell me please, are these women you dont even know!? Women you barely know!? Waitresses or vet techs or co-workers ? While you're just carrying on in your day? Picking up your dog? Ordering some coffee? WTF mam? Just nasty, nasty females. And oh, it's not just your looks Katie. You walk with a presence, you smile, you are happy, self-assured, glad to be doing what your doing. Welllll FUCK ALL THAT KATIE. Lol Here comes some woman you barely know who was bullied in high school (about the EXACT opposite of what YOU were tortured with and YEAH being sexually objectified constantly is it's own special hell) to tear you down however possible. To throw those fucking flaming hate stones. She hates EVERYTHING about you and she doesn't even know you! And you want to know what the sad thing is? While you were being cornered by your horny math teacher who threatened to flunk you unless you used your "blowjob face" running his greasy ruler up your thigh in the coat closet telling you how mature you are (for 12!!!!) While the boys were forcefully grabbing your breasts leaving bruises and high fiving each other, while you were having your blowjob face stuffed in the toilet by jealous girls SHE was being ridiculed for being fat and ugly and worthless and called a cow and having sandwiches thrown at her in the lunchroom and having her breasts forcefully grabbed and called udders while boys high fived themselves. SIGH But hey Katie that was YOUR FAULT for being everything she was never going to be. It sickens and saddens me. But, you know, shes still gonna spit in your fucking coffee to impress the guy shes never gonna have who is drooling over you. REALLY LADIES? WE CANT BE BETTER THAN THIS?? And you say you are kinda looking forward to being not so hot? Well from a 52 year old, former ok looking, gained 20 lbs( hey I finally have boobs!!) woman..you tell ME when that's gonna be. My realtor, husband's doctor and brother in law still, STILL talk to my tits and look squarely at my crotch when I stand up. Are they looking for camel toe?? Still saunter up to me at meetings/family gatherings like I'm at a bar and tell me I look "nice" while staring at the naughty bits. (Well they ARE bigger now lol) Sigh I can barely hear them over the cellulite and bags but I wish you all the luck in the world. I'm sending this article to every woman I know. That's a total of 2. Sigh Wait, Mom makes 3. I would love to have more girlfriends and I KNOW there are great women out there who dont feel the need to put other women down to lift themselves up. I just havent figured out where to look I guess. Every club I go to it seems I'm hanging with the ladies and as soon as a dude walks in BAM everything goes to competitive with warp speed. Hair touching/swishing, lip licking, posing( tits out, legs semi crossed) all starts. The feel in the room is almost palpable. Voices get higher, some softer. Whatever works for you. God forbid if hes good looking. Shoot me. Sigh. Now I'm just singing to the choir. But one more thing, pointing this behavior out is a sure way to make enemies. Lol Just wanted to give you a heads up Katie. Hahahaha
But really. Its lonely.
Thanks again for the great article. I could talk about this for pages. Keep that gorgeous head held high and never let those fucking bitches get you down.