Ugly Girl Virtue

The feminine urge to pull down instead of step up

It’s a strange coincidence that in every middle school across America (and probably everywhere else), the first girl to grow boobs just so happens to be a slut.

At least, according to the other girls in the class. Just ask them. They’ll tell you.

Odder still, at the high school level, the prettiest, most popular girls are all not only sluts, but afflicted with rancid sexually transmitted diseases. All of them.

Just ask the other girls. They’ll tell you.

Even into adulthood, this troubling pattern continues. Beautiful women—ALL OF THEM—are gold-digging, immodest, whores.

And to make it worse, they’re ackshually not even beautiful. They’re just good at makeup.

Just ask the other girls. They’ll tell you.

There are some things that just can’t be socialized out of us—some instincts that run too deep. Intrasexual competition appears to be one of them.

We all read Are you There God, It’s me Margaret. We all saw how Nancy told those nasty lies about Laura just because she had boobs.

That book has been a staple of mother-daughter reading time since 1970. And still… it has done nothing to change the behavior. If anything, women have leaned into it.

Some even make a whole career out of it.

Not Like Other Girls

If you are not terminally online and have not heard of Pearl Davis, she is a podcaster and social media personality who has latched onto the Red Pill community. Alas, unlike the Red Pill, which aims to improve men’s lives through dating and sexual strategies and overall self-improvement, Pearl’s entire career centers on disparaging women.

Their looks, their virtue, their skill, their… everything. Women are just bad. Very bad. All of them. Except her. She’s based, man. She gets it.

True to her branding, she put out a thread on X last night “calling out” a collection of female celebrities and online personalities for… looking better with makeup and/or filters.

Happily, the comments weren’t having it. Men, women, and anons all rolled their eyes at her tired schtick. We get it Pearl, pretty women bad.

You have correctly guessed that Pearl is not married, is not in a relationship, and in no way meets the sky-high standards she tells men they should have for women.

Instead of making improvements in herself, Pearl has settled into the tactic of loudly declaring everyone else inferior.

She is the embodiment of ugly girl virtue. “I am too good, too pure, and too righteous to paint my face and prance about as these strumpets do. I await my prince in frumpy modesty so that all may know my virtue!”

They say those who can’t do, teach. Maybe those who can’t fuck, podcast.

Men have their own version of complaining their way into the hearts of the opposite sex, and it’s just as insidious.

You see, the gaslighting goes both ways – outwardly towards a sexual rival and inwardly to convince himself that his purpose is righteous. Moralizing over body count is as much about the guy wagging his finger at women as it is about their indiscriminate fucking. There’s actually nothing indiscriminate about it, [just] sour grapes and making your necessity a virtue. Rollo Tomassi

Slander Or Self-Improvement?

Almost everyone has spared a hateful thought for someone who has something they want. It’s not pretty, but it’s human. We all covet. But the repulsive behavior of shunning or lying about girls we are jealous of will ideally be cast off in adolescence. It doesn’t feel good and once you grow old enough to get some semblance of control of your emotions, you run your own race instead of coveting others’.

But what of those who don’t? The adult woman stuck in this pattern suffers from a two-fold problem:

First, she has an external locus of control:

Some girls are pretty. She’s not. It’s a static condition; unchangeable.

Pretty girls get the guys worth having. She’s not pretty, so she is being kept from the life she wants.

Second, she attaches virtue to her own deprivation:

If she caked her face with makeup and got big fake boobs, and a stupid spray-on tan, and dressed like a gross slut, then she could get those guys’ attention too.

But she’s too pure for that. Too good. And the RIGHT guy will see that.

The problem with that, of course, is that these are both transparent defense mechanisms—lies we tell ourselves to protect our egos. Yes, some people have better genetics than others. But there’s a lot you can do to improve your appearance.

Secondly, attaching virtue to your involuntary celibacy/singledom is setting yourself up for an identity crisis down the line.

What if you get the guy? Are you not good/pure anymore? With your dream guy in hand, now you’re acting exactly like all those girls you spoke so terribly about.

What then?

In Pearl’s case, I’m not creative enough to come up with the redemption arc she’ll need to maintain her audience if she ever gets married.

For anyone else living a life of envy, the good news is you can quietly decide to be different. No announcement needed. Instead of looking at other women and being upset that they don’t deserve their looks/family/fortune, you can start building your own.

You can do this because you DO actually have control over your looks and finances and your dating status. Not complete control, but more control than you have thus far exercised.

The fellas in the Red Pill have a saying that “Men must become. Women just are.”

Maybe it shouldn’t be that way. Maybe we’d all be better off if we did some “becoming” of our own.