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Homely and Hostile

Homely and Hostile
Homely and Hostile by Bougie Girl Apparel

I am not much to look at. Please don't start with the well-meaning platitudes about the importance of inner beauty. Also, please don't mention how my myopic tolerant prince is coming to rescue me from embittered online debates with unenlightened jerks and others of their ilk.

The simple truth is that men are not fighting each other for the chance to take me out or even to open the door for me. As a homely woman I only receive chivalry from men either over 75 or boys under the age of 13. 

The remainder of the male population has yet to acknowledge me.

Admittedly, during my younger years, this overt neglect saddened me. 

However, along the way,  I converted my  deep sadness into hostility.
Now, I am the one in power. Whereas before I would feel inferior towards attractive and vivacious women, now I just go out of my way to discredit them.

 I start by nitpicking all of their physical flaws, ridicule their lack of intellect, and make them feel guilty for my homeliness.

And you know what? It works. Attractive women usually end up buying me trinkets, allow me to shamelessly flirt with their husbands, and take me on vacations with them.

Homely girls are taught to be nice because otherwise no one will associate with us otherwise. It is a matter of survival. But, if we do decide to become mean and embittered, people usually do not hold it against us to much. After all, we are homely.

Attractive girls are coerced into being kind to others because they are warned that beauty fades. They are in a race against time and they have to spend most of the young years letting others down gently. 
To all my homely women in the world, it's fruitless  to compete with our attractive sisters.   Instead, we should continue to guilt them all into submission.


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