I honestly have a hard time envisioning what life would be like if you looked like this on a regular basis. I imagine a lot of free food, and being invited to lots of places. I imagine going to parties and having people come talk to you rather than the reverse. I imagine meeting a lot of people who knew my name beforehand without my knowing theirs. I imagine running into kind strangers a lot.
It seems like it would be kind of…powerful.
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I’m a dude. I like lifting things, and pushing things, and running fast and throwing accurately and hitting hard. I like building things, and I really like building things that do things. I like doing. I don’t “clean” my kitchen, I subdue it. I like winning, especially if someone else was trying to beat me. If I’m rich, I like to be able to eliminate problems by throwing money at them. I like ordering people around and punching through walls. I get a visceral sense of satisfaction in achieving things by dint of brute force.
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As soon as the SMP starts, many young women generally have a huge advantage over…well, everybody else. I described some of the effects of that advantage above.
If I were to describe how I’m starting to think about modesty, it would be by analogy: modesty is to women as chivalry is to men.