Thank you for the compliments, James. 🙂

I don’t let them bring me down, mostly because I accept that this is their opinion, and they’re welcome to it. Fortunately, their opinion and the majority’s opinion about my looks and resultant social value to them, does not disable me from making a living or finding love among the rare people who don’t share their opinion.

For this, I do feel very grateful as there have been times in the history of western civilization wherein certain aspects of one’s appearance meant that they would be deprived of, or prioritized lower in the distribution of survival resources. This whole current looks thing is the mindless parasitic twin of pre DNA aware racism.

I understand that they are simple minded people who talk a lot about HBD (human biological determinism) but don’t really get it. They want to be able to pick and choose traits that are socially convenient for them, and lord them over others, as if nature gives a care what makes them feel more secure in their perceived superioritaah.

As an independent thinker, I even have to concede to the fact that, like Obsidian often tries to illustrate, there’s a trade-off. To be a thinker, especially a very complex one, is to be a bit less of a free feeler. Both thought and the types of thoughts called emotions, come from the same organ: the brain.

So at some point in my life, I had to accept and learn to see the beauty in the herd.

I can’t expect however, a herd that has been programmed against it, to see the beauty in me. I am too far the template of ideal female beauty for western cultures. I am also however, too far from the template of ideal female mentality for the vast majority of non western cultures.

So in the end, I still play for my home team. At this point in history, I am very unlikely to be killed for my looks, but were I born in say, the Sudan with the same brain and similar personality, I would likely be killed for my ideas.

I don’t need most western men to value me enough to want a romantic relationship with me. Not killing me is enough. So long as they’re letting me live, then it means that they value my life at least enough not to actively hunt me down or something.