It’s the 100th post here at Fog of Law, so I thought I would make it a super-intellectual, nerdy one.
The Art of Manliness writes about how nice guys do not have to finish last. It’s good, except it inadvertently highlights the thing about “nice guys” that creeps women out:
Oftentimes, when a man sees yet another bombshell on the arm of a dude who from all appearances is a complete d-bag, he is compelled to shake his fist at the sky and wonder if there is any justice in the world. “What does she see in him?” he asks in exasperation.
Yet another bombshell. A lot of so called “nice guys” will run around assuming that there is some sort of human right to date, and bed, a bombshell. They treat the bombshells like pieces of meat and the non-bombshells like leftovers, which irks every woman involved – women who think that the only reason food should be involved is if you are asking her to dinner or coffee.
If your definition of “finishing last” is “not hopping into the sack with an absurdly gorgeous woman”, you’re not a decent human being.
Certainly, looks are important to men, and no guy grows up dreaming of marrying a frizzy-haired, overweight slob, but if a woman complained that she was “too nice” to be able to snag a 6’3 millionaire, you would laugh at the notion that she’s kind. McKayla Maroney can get away with grimacing at a silver medal, but that’s the Olympics and she’s a world class gymnast. Spouses (or bed partners, if that’s the way you roll) are humans, not prizes to be won or commodities to be bought.
So you “nice guys” who are complaining about not snagging a bombshell? The problem isn’t your niceness; the problem is your entitlement complex that implies that there’s something wrong with her if she doesn’t give you her body, and something wrong with every other woman in the world for not being a total hottie.