To be pretty is to hold a ghastly level of priviledge. All the doors in life will open for a pretty girl.
Beauty is a conqueror. It is the closest thing to absolute power on earth. It is an asset that can be used to surmount almost any odd. A pretty peasant girl, gazing at the right direction, might capture the attention of the emperor and abandon her shanty for a life at the palace.
There are no such shortcuts for men. Not even in fairy tales. Historically, a man had to go slay a dragon, or win a battle. For us, the road to happiness is not navigated by looks, but by an array of achievements.
In the days of yore, grandmothers would routinely tell their granddaughters, “A pretty girl doesn’t have too long.” They’d advice the young women not to despise ordinary men, and not to fornicate with every dashing young fellow that came along.
The young lady of today gets no such advice. She spends her prime years chugging a cocktail of cum, delusion, and entitlement. She believes she deserves only the very best.
Men are different. They’re expected to accomplish something. The average young man, in a naive attempt to seduce a girl, will try being kind, attentive, and respectful — only to receive a look of contempt and disgust. He will propose to a girl, only to get labelled a “beta chieth.” His only crime is that he is a decent young man who does not understand how attraction works.
A decade later, our young man has learnt not to base his self-image on women’s opinions. Years of grinding has finally paid off financially. Years of consuming ktalk hekayas has made him realize what triggers female attraction. He realizes that a man bears the primary cost of marriage, and it is therefore a woman’s responsibility to prove herself worthy of the priviledge of bearing his children.
As the not-so-young lady begins to experience a steep irreversible decline in her beauty, and a concomitant decline in attention, she finds herself in an immpossible situation. She is no longer receiving as many propositions as she did during her nubile years. And she can no longer manipulate young men for her own ends.
Terrified by the looming shadows of spinsterdom, she grabs @Baby Panay, and tries dragging him to the altar. But @Baby Panay is too fast. He slips out of her arms and parachutes to Embobut.