Inspo for this post goes to a content creator called Em who describes herself as a “mid” yet uses a beauty filter.
This is ironic and awkward from this champion of the average, whose missives on midness are racking up absurb numbers.
But that’s an observation, not a criticism, because undoubtedly somewhere Em explains it maybe as a nod to the algorithm which says prettier gets more views, who knows.
I’m thankful that Em’s not just another oxygen-thief getting millions of views because she has facial symmetry. She actually has something to say.
Em reminds us that lop-sided ‘mids’ never enjoy such benefits. Nothing is free for the fuglies, because the algorithm just doesn’t care. Without pretty privilege, mids can’t just shake their tits for the win.
All the ‘extras’ that life delivers unto the good-looking must instead be earned.
It’s so unfair.
Forget about Sydney (if one can) even Em, for all her brutal self-awareness, is obssessed by looks.
She lets slip that “the guys I’m interested in are never interested in me“. Cue a groan from all the mid-males in Em’s orbit. They are sick of hearing this: the broken record wherein even the most average woman think she deserve a Chad.
“I know my worth” or “Imma baddie” etc., The natural evolution of a generation of ordinary girls insisting they’re princesses and perfect-10’s.
Another slip Em makes is to admit that she does (sometimes) get propositioned by better-than-average-looking males, but only if they’re chasing a “low-cost booty call” and admits that she (sometimes) gratefully submits.
Honoured to be object of Drunk Chad’s fleeting attention.
Now — in the interest of scientific rigour — ask any mid-male how often this gift has been bequeathed upon him by some randomly horny Stacy? I’ll wait. That’s right = never in the history of humankind!
This specific admixture between echelons in our hierarchical looks-centric society — our modern version of miscegnation — only makes sense if the dude has money.
There’s literally no other sensible explanation.
You betcha he’s paying for it, because no way in hell does he get this for free.
But we’re back OP when Em discusses ‘second time around’ phenomenon, where somebody hotter-than-thou who spurned you years ago suddenly slides into your DM’s (as the kids say) and shows an interest.
Um, why?
Probably because Elder Chad’s hound-dogging days are over and he’s now looking for a nurse or a purse.
For men, the equivalent scenario is the single-mommy sliding rapidly from hotty to notty who needs a daddy and will love-you long-time (or until you have no money left).
A transactional relationship as old as time, we all understand the old guy / young girl sex-for-money arrangement. But what could the older mid-woman possibly get from some crusty old has-been? A balding rat with erectile dysfunction whose snoring sounds like a duck trapped in a cement mixer?
Nah. That should be a hard pass every time. It’s why even the middest older woman still thinks she deserves/prefers a handsome young Chad.
Mid-men have no hope. It’s probably why so many unalive themselves.
That suddenly went dark, didn’t it. Sobering statistics.
Em’s channel, excellent as it may be, scrapes the surface and only tells half the story, and begs the question “Who champions the mid-male?”
The reality is that the mid-field for the men’s team is crowded with fools mostly strident and aggressive, each absent the wit and humanity of Em’s gentle self-mockumentary.
Men don’t handle rejection well, mockery worse, and so our world is filled with the whiny simp, the glowering incel, the sulky beta, the groyper troll, the strident tradcon.
It’s easy to be brusque: Why are mid-men so pathetic??? But instead of hating on people who already hate themselves too much, we should instead be asking where’s the bros helping them defuse all this illogical, dangerous hostility toward women?
Mate, it’s not her fault! It’s not your fault either.
But instead of support, instead of somebody who shows even a glimmer of humanity or humility, legions of sad mid-men become attach like skinny lampreys to the scrawny shanks of utter wankers like Nick Fuentes, Andrew Tate, Rich Cooper, Tucker Carlson, and even Candace Owens.
I mean, if the plan to combat midness was to become even less attractive to women, then dude, you do you, but I can’t see how membership of the groyper gang is improving your prospects.
Instead, you could chill.
Settle down.
Write a new chapter where you move on to become erudite, successful, charming, interesting, curious, funny, charismatic, and prove to yourself (and maybe your lady love) there’s more to the Book of You than the cover.
Thanks Em.