This is a 20 year-old's blog post talking about how she hasn't quite figured out what she wants from dates. It's definitely not as introspective as the title makes it seem.
Come on now.<p>I get the just of the post, but after reading the content therein, this is a super defeatist take.<p>Who cares if you're not a skinny girly girl or a tall dude with blonde hair and blue eyes? Not everyone's into that.<p>There are so many things a person can do to improve their appearance before succumbing to typical gym and diet tropes (though those aren't bad things either!)<p>The author is 23 (though she was 20 when she wrote this). When I was 20, I looked like a _steaming pile_ compared to what I am now at 35. Dressed terribly, awkward in social situations, and surprisingly clingy. Ironically, I was skinnier then.<p>To close this post with something that makes this appear like HN-worthy content if you squint hard enough, I often feel the same about my career as a black/Latino person in tech.<p>While I would consider myself and my career trajectory to date successful, I often wondered things like "would I be in management by now if I were white?" or "I thought I did well on this take-home; would I have gotten a call back if I weren't black?"<p>Ridiculous thoughts, but I think them!
Simone Weil: <i>Une très belle femme qui regarde son image au miroir peut très bien croire qu’elle est cela. Une femme laide sait qu’elle n’est pas cela.</i> ("A very beautiful woman who looks at her image in the mirror may very well believe that's what she is. An ugly woman knows it's not.")
In my humble opinion, I think that rejection builds resentment which can lead to feelings of retribution, but it can also lead to hope and perseverance to do better for others.