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Good looking and everyone else.
Goodlooking people of every ethnicity have more in common with other good looking people than they do with other people of their ethnicity.
Good looking people are living in an entirely different reality, slowly divorcing from everyone else. Social media and better transport have connected the genetically beautiful people across the world into a world that is an entirely different game than what "other" people live. Beautiful people will be plucked from poor surroundings and placed among wealth and beauty - Meeks was bailed out of jail. This will continue. Photos of attractive refugees or famine stricken people will go viral, and efforts will be made to get that specific person out of that situation. Basically people's success will be crowdfunded, and the beautiful people will receive all of it. A tinder/bumble of "save or let die" made up of pictures of criminals, homeless, addicts etc - the right swipe is your modelling contract and you're instantly whisked off into wealth and copulation with other beautiful people.
The future industry will have the upper super class of genetic beauty who get paid thousands of dollars just to take pictures of themselves wearing products, to be posted on advertising and billboards across the globe for the dirty filthy non-beautiful masses to cower under.
From giant billboards plastered across buildings and on posters we will be constantly mogged by this elite. The Hispanic Pablo will mog people in Chinese markets, the Chad will mog subways of Egyptians from an Apple billboard, the Abdul will mog those in a US shopping center from a towered Prada ad.
The combination of travel and social media marks an inflection point. Immense beauty was once spread across populations and rare to see. No more, the beauty of the world has been connected together through social media, have their lifestyle funded by social media, and can travel thousands of kilometres to mate with other 10s instead of settling with the local 8.
Goodlooking people of every ethnicity have more in common with other good looking people than they do with other people of their ethnicity.
Good looking people are living in an entirely different reality, slowly divorcing from everyone else. Social media and better transport have connected the genetically beautiful people across the world into a world that is an entirely different game than what "other" people live. Beautiful people will be plucked from poor surroundings and placed among wealth and beauty - Meeks was bailed out of jail. This will continue. Photos of attractive refugees or famine stricken people will go viral, and efforts will be made to get that specific person out of that situation. Basically people's success will be crowdfunded, and the beautiful people will receive all of it. A tinder/bumble of "save or let die" made up of pictures of criminals, homeless, addicts etc - the right swipe is your modelling contract and you're instantly whisked off into wealth and copulation with other beautiful people.
The future industry will have the upper super class of genetic beauty who get paid thousands of dollars just to take pictures of themselves wearing products, to be posted on advertising and billboards across the globe for the dirty filthy non-beautiful masses to cower under.
From giant billboards plastered across buildings and on posters we will be constantly mogged by this elite. The Hispanic Pablo will mog people in Chinese markets, the Chad will mog subways of Egyptians from an Apple billboard, the Abdul will mog those in a US shopping center from a towered Prada ad.
The combination of travel and social media marks an inflection point. Immense beauty was once spread across populations and rare to see. No more, the beauty of the world has been connected together through social media, have their lifestyle funded by social media, and can travel thousands of kilometres to mate with other 10s instead of settling with the local 8.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.
The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a recessed maxilla and small airway, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS MOGGING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
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