The Eye of the Beholder

An excerpt from Raw Egg Nationalists's 'Man's World', Issue 10

Yesterday I was pretending to listen to a girl speak and I couldn’t stop noticing the curvature of her upper lip. I was sitting next to her so I had a full side angle of her face. I couldn’t stop noticing how perfectly curved her upper lip was. I’m not talking about her Cupid’s Bow either: it was the curve that extended from the bottom of her nose to the top of her upper lip. I realized this was one of the many things that made her face so sexy to me. I tend to look at women in this way, very objectively, and I like to understand exactly what it is I find attractive about them, out of my own curiosity. I don’t look at them like they’re in a petri dish, but I am definitely checking them out as I see fit. If I feel like escalating the situation, I will articulate what it is that I find attractive about them (not all at once of course, these compliments are like weapons and you don’t want to run out of ammo). Anyway, what I just described is not simping, and if you think it is simping then perhaps you should skip to the next article.

Beauty is objective and measurable. I’d like to say “You know it when you see it”, but that is clearly not the case, because not all men have been blessed with the eye for fine taste. Some men like fat women. Some men have a knee-jerk desire to call every hot girl “mid” just to take them down a peg. I find this strange. They don’t get it. In the same way I believe that the communist spirit is hereditary (source: “I made it up”), I believe that certain straight men were born with vision that is capable of detecting beauty, the spirit to yearn for it, or the balls to approach, seduce and own that which is Beautiful and Excellent.