The Chad I knew when I was at high school fucked dozens of Stacies and became Police Captain in Paris.
He married one of those Stacies. Lost track of him nowadays.
Other popular people when I was young created companies. The one who bullied me opened a camper-van rent company. The second one, his officer, leads a Volkswagen car dealership.
I've kept data about all of them through Facebook. None of the popular ones failed.
All the ugly guys stood alone, especially a friend I had who was a black belt judoka, and ended alone working in a tarpaulin factory.
The black guy I knew, who was a rewarded athlete, stood alone too, and ended as a town hall gardener.
Appearance does absolutely everything. Bad face, bad life on Iron Man Mode.