"I Hate Being A Pretty Girl"

[thegrandwazoo]

Man, I sure am glad my life is hard as shit and hurts every day. It would SUCK for it to be an effortless playland. Thank Satan I’m a dude, I’d HATE to not have to fight tooth and nail for everything I’ve ever had or will ever have. Put a dick in your mouth so you’ll shut the fuck up.

 

[rocio]

Being ugly has pros and cons so does being pretty. I say overcome it as others do. You’re naive if you think people don’t realize how men act or anyone does to a pretty girl. Get over yourself, be strong, and do whatever tf you wanna do

 

[Dead101]

TL;DR:
Girl is pretty. People like pretty girls. She has advantages in life. Gets free stuff all the time. Hates it. Get all jobs she want. Doesn't have to work, cause she's there for eye candy. Full salary. She hates it. Wants to be ugly, to experience life differently. Men want just want the pussy and nothing else. Friends are hard to get, though she has tons. She hates it.

Boo hoo?

Thanks for summary.

 

[Mikemelo]

The year is 2030, the corona pandemic ended 2 months ago, Trump is in power again and NASA is researching the origin of this text that seems to be alien, since no one has yet managed to finish reading and understanding such complexity.

 

[Der Wolf]

I didn’t read the full text because the sun goes down
Uploading a photo would have been enough
Rejoice for her if you are beautiful, few can tell this about themselves
A beautiful woman has a much easier job in life than an average or ugly woman
You will immediately find a rich husband or a well-paying job for yourself

 

[mrln]

sounds like a pity party. shes making excuses for her fortunes while others dont get what she gets with ease.

 

[Ale's Ghost]

OKAY, How many of us looked at that Novel & said ...Oh hell no!, I'll just go in the comment section & get a brief synopsis...FUCK come on didn't anyone take one for the team? Don't look at me I can't read....

 

[JackMcJerker]

Don't why I pulled out my junk and thought this was some erotic story.

 

[Gorexgrind666]

In the tiled echoes of the girl’s bathroom, my best secondary school friend had just found out her crush does not like her back. Solidifying me into an unwilling enemy through her flooded fingers which covered her face when I told her: “It’s Ok, we’re 14, I’m sure they’ll be others.” She smiled wickedly to me: “Oh its fine for you — you’re beautiful and everyone fancies you!”

To my college friend who burst out in front of our entire class to me: “How do you do it? Tell me, how are you just gorgeous all the time?”

…All girls have memories like this: they may only have two or a gazillion, but they have them. We’re taught to store these compliments up — for those days your hair decides to change career paths and suddenly wants to be a minefield today, or your face inexplicably turns into a pizza overnight: because so much of female self worth is taught to be parallel with being deemed pretty/beautiful/attractive by everyone else around you.

It may make me cringe to write these anecdotes, but from this to friends joking I don’t know the price of a drink — as they’re always bought for me, to whistles and hollers when I go to the corner shop in my pyjamas (as does anything with tits)…to the flatmate who made me feel like a goddess of men when she would not let me be in the same room as her boyfriend, rather than question his objectifying (even though I’d rather devour a live slug than sit next to him, he was such a douche…anyway), to the guys who think I’m somehow public property — so it’s fine to yell obscene things to me in the street, or place a hand on my thigh on the bus, smack my butt in a club or just grab my boob in the street.

Be you wearing a full hijab, morbidly obese or fifty years old, if you’re female, something similar has happened to you…but all these memories cement the disconcerting and warped self-worthiness: I am what society deems just another ‘pretty girl’. And just in case you didn’t know — a ‘pretty girl’ is a mythical entity without feelings or a name, you can call entire swarms of people under this term — accept they are not seen as people. Which is why, I hate being a pretty girl.

The complications of being a ‘pretty girl’ are just those of every woman: just multiply each problem on how others rate you in attractiveness — of course I am but one being, so I’m limited to my own experiences — but basically anyone can be determined as a ‘pretty girl’. Guys I urge and implore you, throw on a wig and dress, maybe some heels and make-up and try and walk past that building site without getting a whistle, you pretty object, you. So please, don’t think this article doesn’t apply to you if you’re not a professional model or something — if you have boobies — or no someone who does, this applies to you.

Yes, I’ve got tons of free sandwiches, shots, tickets, lifts, dinners — I can, and have literally gone around a bar taking drinks from guys: paying with nothing but an enchanting smile — because I can. I once drunkenly stole a hot dog, stopped a random guy in the street and battering my long lashes asked him to pay. He dove into his pocket and handed over a note before I could finish my person on the planet.

Of course, I can still hear some readers roar: shut the fuck up. Stop complaining about all the free rides, people hitting on you and how wonderfully easy you have it compared to the rest of the world.

However, generally, I never really talk about this to anyone. I feel as if people will quite rightfully reply: oh you poor girl! Everyone wanting to give you free things and take you home — yeah, poor you. The grass is always lusher and seemingly that tiny bit greener on the other side right? But I cannot recount the amount of times I have wanted to scar my face, adorn a bin bag, to be ugly to everything for a day, or suck my boobs into my ribcage, just to know that everything you have: every friend, every lunch and promotion, every partner or other goblet of human acceptance and success — is built on the unshakable foundation of you: your unique personality and individual splendour…not because you just happen, by inter-galactic chance, to be one of millions of replaceable female bodies/faces (that are always easy on the eyes to someone).

I’m also very worried by articles like things pretty people shouldn’t do imploring silence in case you upset someone when you reveal your spirit was yet again encapsulated to being nothing but flesh. While discussing this with a close friend about how bloody ranty I am and an incident with someone professional recently — I realised, the idea that anyone should not complain about being objectified ever, as it should be seen as a compliment — right here is what made me think this particular professional incident, was nothing, just me complaining about being hit on ( — damn you, you arrogant person, I told myself.) After talking with friends…turns out I was actually sexually assaulted. Who knew?! I certainly didn’t. I’ve been told to just accept these things — no — I’ve been told to be grateful.

We talk about discrimination against disabled people, racism, and homophobia — but if I complain I’m being objectified — both men and women have told me to shut up. Quite frankly — erm NO, if you feel misjudged, speak up — just because the judgment happens to come in the guise of wonderful tokens and compliments, or being apparently flatteringly hit on — still doesn’t make it OK to be judged and treated like (be it prize winning or rotting) meat.

I imagine while many desperately strive to be seen as physically desirable and not just for their winning personality: I sometimes feel I’m forever fighting to have people see me as a non-physical entity, and just appreciate I do actually have a personality. I’m fed up of being told I surprise people or I am not what they expected: it’s not my fault if people expect a Barbie doll and I turn out to be a bona fide person.

Usually my relationship’s are crushed or blossom with the acceptance that I am a real human being: I swear and sweat and fall over just like everyone else — I’m not any more special than the next person. So please, don’t put this sort of ridiculous perfectionist pressure on to anyone. My relationships with guys also often fester with futile back-lashing to not be labelled as an accessory. As “you know that pretty girl so and so was with that night.” How about defining me based on, I don’t know me? And not the nearest guy to me.

I really cherish the female friends I have –but another ridiculous phenomenon I’ve stumbled upon is ‘pretty girls’ who are heart-breakingly won over and self-esteem scaffolding their label as a beautiful air head. Stifling their wonderful vivaciousness in replacement of what is deemed ‘attractive’. Although I am absolutely guilty of this — dumbing myself down or biting my tongue because, ‘it’s not lady-like’ to be opinionated — we should be sticking together; uplifting each other that we are more than walking skirts, not checking each other should we permeate individual personalities, then gouging each other’s crowd stopping eyes out. And no I am not saying woe betide me I have no female friends because I’m just oh so completely gorgeous — I have some wonderful female buddies, it’s much more a plea for all females to help yourself to some of my (often ridiculous) confidence: we all have days we look and feel amazingly stunning (and others where people just ask: woah, what happened to you?) – but lets not tear each other’s faces off because we’re different yeah? Let’s enforce each other to be people — not bitches being compared by coat and pedigree. You may not be able to get that guy who lives at the end of the street to stop commenting on your tits — but you can change how you judge yourself and other ladies.

Personally, my own shoulder chip I can’t help but think in a parallel asexual universe:

Am I confident? Fearless? Successful? Do I get the same grades and opportunities — none at all, or better ones? Is everything I’ve achieved/not achieved based on nothing but properly hard won merit/lack of? As generally I come to the conclusion: I have boobs so yeah, probably…probably not.





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What do you guys think of this?
Is the boo-hoo justified? Is it just a first world problem?
Sure, it's something she has to live with; not knowing people's true intentions, and being belittled for her luck in the genetical lottery.

How

In the tiled echoes of the girl’s bathroom, my best secondary school friend had just found out her crush does not like her back. Solidifying me into an unwilling enemy through her flooded fingers which covered her face when I told her: “It’s Ok, we’re 14, I’m sure they’ll be others.” She smiled wickedly to me: “Oh its fine for you — you’re beautiful and everyone fancies you!”

To my college friend who burst out in front of our entire class to me: “How do you do it? Tell me, how are you just gorgeous all the time?”

…All girls have memories like this: they may only have two or a gazillion, but they have them. We’re taught to store these compliments up — for those days your hair decides to change career paths and suddenly wants to be a minefield today, or your face inexplicably turns into a pizza overnight: because so much of female self worth is taught to be parallel with being deemed pretty/beautiful/attractive by everyone else around you.

It may make me cringe to write these anecdotes, but from this to friends joking I don’t know the price of a drink — as they’re always bought for me, to whistles and hollers when I go to the corner shop in my pyjamas (as does anything with tits)…to the flatmate who made me feel like a goddess of men when she would not let me be in the same room as her boyfriend, rather than question his objectifying (even though I’d rather devour a live slug than sit next to him, he was such a douche…anyway), to the guys who think I’m somehow public property — so it’s fine to yell obscene things to me in the street, or place a hand on my thigh on the bus, smack my butt in a club or just grab my boob in the street.

Be you wearing a full hijab, morbidly obese or fifty years old, if you’re female, something similar has happened to you…but all these memories cement the disconcerting and warped self-worthiness: I am what society deems just another ‘pretty girl’. And just in case you didn’t know — a ‘pretty girl’ is a mythical entity without feelings or a name, you can call entire swarms of people under this term — accept they are not seen as people. Which is why, I hate being a pretty girl.

The complications of being a ‘pretty girl’ are just those of every woman: just multiply each problem on how others rate you in attractiveness — of course I am but one being, so I’m limited to my own experiences — but basically anyone can be determined as a ‘pretty girl’. Guys I urge and implore you, throw on a wig and dress, maybe some heels and make-up and try and walk past that building site without getting a whistle, you pretty object, you. So please, don’t think this article doesn’t apply to you if you’re not a professional model or something — if you have boobies — or no someone who does, this applies to you.

Yes, I’ve got tons of free sandwiches, shots, tickets, lifts, dinners — I can, and have literally gone around a bar taking drinks from guys: paying with nothing but an enchanting smile — because I can. I once drunkenly stole a hot dog, stopped a random guy in the street and battering my long lashes asked him to pay. He dove into his pocket and handed over a note before I could finish my sentence. Yesterday alone: I got a free bus ride, three free pints, some popcorn, some tequila shots – but this article is not to boast about getting free things. It is to point out how society is so very rewarding, for something that was not earned…because it’s just ancient tradition. Again, I’m not unusual – every female I know has similar stories to this.

And for all you penis owners that haven’t had the delight of being cougared or objectified into that mythical entity of the ‘pretty boy’ yet, I only recently found out you might not know what it is like to be offered a free drink! So, just imagine a talking p knowing people's true intentions, and being belittled for her luck in the genetical lottery.

Unless there's a computer in your kitchen shut the hell up and get back to cleaning.

 

[dwdays]

No way I’m reading that whole thing. But….she doesn’t have to swallow…..she can spit and still get promoted.

 

[diagnosticguy]

if the worst thing that happens to you is that you are considered pretty by a majority of males then you dont have a fucking problem.
sit down and shut the fuck up. there are hundreds of millions of people that do have real problems ranging from physical/mental deformity to economic problems, disease, accident or whatever. i have no sympathy for you.

 

[Rosie]

7 years later and I still haven't finished reading this...

 

[Homfanigger]

To be honest with you, I always feel more comfortable being nice to ugly girls. I think so-called pretty girls tend to get too much attention, and I can't relate to that, so I don't have empathy for them. But, I never pay anything to anyone, and less to women. If they expect me to pay for the drinks or the meal, I don't meet them again. They are trouble. Whoever wrote the article is a stupid narcissistic bitch who is so selfish, she is not happy to get all the positive attention, she also needs to have us feeling sorry for her. Go and tell fat and ugly women how difficult it is to be pretty. Fuck off, be grateful for what you got. It will not last. Make the best out of it while you have it. You will be judge by what comes out of your own mouth. If you think you are treated as a sexual object, that's how you will be treated.

 

[D.O.A.]

7 years later and I still haven't finished reading this...

all that to tell us they are fat

 

[Homfanigger]

 

[Saltedblood]

There is really something wrong with you!

 

[Rumplefor$kin86]

Shut up and show us your tits

 

[overcomer]

I didn't lol thanks.

 

[overcomer]

I only read the title that's all I needed to read.

 

[loop0987]

I

I made it through the first two paragraphs. Do I win a prize?

got to six sorry hun. Kind of annoying. Fuck off! Enjoy your looks now bitch because they don’t last! Especially after kids, most women are not as attractive. Boo goo ppl give you free shit and your complaining? Lol. I’m guessing she is 24…? I too used to think this way when I was super hot, then I grew up. I’m 33 now.