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The Survival Trap Of Being Beautiful, And Why I’m Glad I Didn’t Win The Genetic Lottery
At this point in my existence I prefer security and power that isn’t determined by my ability to serve as eye candy to lonely, horny men who only view me as a pretty hole to germinate their seed in.
The thing about being a woman is that the world encourages you to be an entitled pretty leech and suck out as many rewards as you can out of men in the shortest time possible. Because at some point you will be made aware that you will eventually be discarded and your source of survival will move on to the next pretty young thing. Many of these divorcees are realizing this for the first time in their lives. I’ve even heard about husbands secretly cutting their wives out of their wills and leaving their beautiful widows with nothing but their fake assets known as their looks!
Once a man leaves you and takes whatever power and resources he was sharing with you with him, you are forced to secure another host to survive. And the cycle continues until you find yourself pumped and dumped multiple times and wondering why nobody is willing to take you seriously.
Only you cannot seem to put two and two together: that beauty without brains is a curse, and no man who has something to lose wants to spend copious amounts of time, let along a whole damn lifetime…
