Possibly the worst part of the Chad genetic lottery is that Chads can be born anywhere at any time. The waves of this affect can be felt especially when dealing with rich, ugly manlets whenever they pull up to McDonald’s in their BMW, and the person handing them their fries is some teenage, 6’3” highschool quarterback. The manlets entire superiority complex he developed based on his personal wealth is shattered by this superior male pleb who effortlessly excels him in every attribute except money.
Hollywood and other upperclass communities try to act as if they’re superior in every respect, when in reality, they just have money and fame. Like People Magazine pretending like some manlet Jew is the Sexiest Man on Earth. Paul Rudd wouldn’t even be the “sexiest” man on my highschool soccer team.
In some ways, it’s almost poetic irony that Chaddery transcends normal social boundaries. The manlet richfags at the top walk about as if they’re superior to the Chad at the bottom rung working in a warehouse, but everyone knows that’s not true.
Jaden Smith had every opportunity in life, but would still get mogged by the Chaddest dude working in your local Chipotle.
Much like Jack in the movie Titanic, all social barriers break down when woman (and often other men) are in the presence of Chad. A 6’5” Aryan man with a chiseled jaw just screams royalty to our primitive monkey brains, even if he’s just a forklift driver for UPS.
There’s probably a guy at every highschool in the USA that would mog Jeremy Meeks. There was a 6’6” Aryan chad on my basketball team that was raised on a farm and homeschooled till 10th grade, meanwhile ER grew up in a wealthy, prestigious Hollywood family and died an inkwell. By social standards, ER was mutiple castes above farmboy, but in reality, farmboy mogs 10 times out of 10.
