You Don’t Have to Be Pretty. You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.
Fuck beauty. Fuck the idea that women have to be decorative, fuck the idea that’s all we have to offer, fuck the idea that anyone, anywhere, anytime, gets to demand that we look the way they want us to. And especially fuck the idea that physical beauty tells you anything about how worthwhile a person is.
Physical beauty is nice, I’m not saying it’s not. And I’m not saying you shouldn’t be interested in clothes or makeup or jewelry or generally getting fancy either. I’m especially not saying you don’t have the right to turn someone down for a date because you’re not attracted to them.
What I am saying is that if you can’t be bothered to speak to a woman who doesn’t give you a boner, you can fuck off forever.
Also, not everyone is fucking beautiful. Can we stop insulting people’s intelligence by telling them they’re beautiful when they know perfectly well they don’t fit the standard of conventional attractiveness? Not everyone is equally beautiful just like not everyone is equally tall and both of those things are equally unimportant when you’re not looking to get laid.
What’s actually helpful is doing your best to set the entire concept of beauty as worthiness on fire. So fucking what if you’re not pretty, the purpose of your life is not to be decorative. Are you kind? Do you go out of your way to help lost tourists? Do you give to charity? Are you a good cook? A good writer? Can you run a marathon? Paint a picture? Keep a project on track? Fix a car? Have you had interesting adventures?
All of those things are about a zillion times more important than whether you can make some rando feel funny in his pants.