The real redpill is that white people are more like peacocks than the other races.
In our natural state, our men are gigachads with sculpted arms, chiseled chests, and washboard abs. We are lean and mean. We have shiny beeswaxed hair, rosy cheeks, and blue or hazel eyes behind lush curly lashes.
Our women, on the other hand, are like the female peacock. In thee natural state, without makeup and plastic surgery, they are pale amorphous ghosts. We keep them around largely because they remind us of our mothers and do things our mothers used to do for us, like cook and clean and comfort is. As an aside, this is why we like big tits more than any other race: they represent motherhood.
The white man being a peacock isn’t immediately obvious because of modern technology. White men have created the conditions for our women and children to thrive. In doing so, however, we have shot ourselves in the foot.
For women, plastic surgery is a mere month’s time of work (men may also benefit from this, but women have more options). In a short cab ride she has access to global brands like Tiffany’s and Sephora that create a beautiful mask that simulates a caricature of the nature state of white men (re: women’s blush vs man’s natural blush; her fake eyelashes vs our real ones).
As men, we must display our masculinity through hard work and ambition, something that may take decades to manifest. We must spend years artificially imposing conditions upon ourselves that nature in all her beauty would be more than happy to provide. Only through years of caloric restriction and weightlifting can we hope to achieve the state figure of man. (The men like pic related who are blessed with “good genetics” for modernity would have starved in antiquity at even the mention of a famine. They are only superficially impressive.)
Yes, us men have it much tougher than women. But we are like diamonds in the rough; the opposite can be said for the incubation chambers we call women.
