Being an attractive white guy is like holding a golden ticket in the game of love. The sharp jawline, the effortless charm, and the way society has been conditioned to idolize that look—it all works in your favor. Girls notice you before you even say a word. Doors open, smiles linger, legs spread, and opportunities seem to fall into your lap.
As a white prettyboy/chad, you don’t have to try. Your presence alone does the heavy lifting. The world has already decided you’re desirable, and the rest follows naturally. It’s a privilege, plain and simple, and in the realm of dating, it’s as close to easy mode as it gets.
The World Makes Space for What It Cannot Help But Love.
Let this be a lesson from a brown skinned genetic abomination:
Know your place. Realize that you will never be as good as the white chad or prettyboy. You have no chance. You never had a chance. It was rigged from the beginning.
In fact: It never even started for you.
Genetics dealt them a winning hand; the rest of us are stuck with a lifetime of losing. They get attention with a glance; we’re invisible even when we scream. In the brutal game of genetics, some of us never had a chance.
It never began.
As a white prettyboy/chad, you don’t have to try. Your presence alone does the heavy lifting. The world has already decided you’re desirable, and the rest follows naturally. It’s a privilege, plain and simple, and in the realm of dating, it’s as close to easy mode as it gets.
The World Makes Space for What It Cannot Help But Love.
Let this be a lesson from a brown skinned genetic abomination:
Know your place. Realize that you will never be as good as the white chad or prettyboy. You have no chance. You never had a chance. It was rigged from the beginning.
In fact: It never even started for you.
Genetics dealt them a winning hand; the rest of us are stuck with a lifetime of losing. They get attention with a glance; we’re invisible even when we scream. In the brutal game of genetics, some of us never had a chance.
It never began.
