"JT, despite all your optimism about the world, why are you so pessimistic and bitter about relationships, women, and the seemingly unconquerable shallow nature of human beings?"
Because of shit like this:
Click the image to make it a little bigger, but I'll go ahead and say that the part I circled reads, "Help a supermodel find love."
No thanks, I think supermodels should be able to manage just fine on their own. I'll dedicate myself to trying to help out the kind, generous, intelligent people out there who starve of physical attention because they aren't as good-looking. But why would we ever pay attention to those people? Real virtues are less attractive and demanding of viewer/reader attention than vapid, physical perfection.
Disgusting. Our history is saturated with stories in which a homely but exemplary human being lands a desirable member of the opposite sex because transcending reality is art at its finest. But those stories aren't the truth, and the sharpest, most cynical producers of Hollywood have even figured it out, since even the ugly characters in movies are beautiful. Nobody would buy the myth or the movie if the romantic interest fell for a good person who wasn't doable.
And to think, we call ourselves the noblest of the species. Our very nature places superfluities in priority over selflessness, intellect, hard-work, and other virtues, yet we still manage to call ourselves the paragon of animals. What a joke.