I'm Surprised the Suicide Rate Isn't Higher

An article in today's New York Times has alerted me to a trend called "looksmaxxing" that has taken over the current generation known as Gen Z, those born in the mid- to late-1990s through the 2010s. What it means is that how you look, how attractive you are, matters more than anything else and thus requires you to focus all your energy and time on improving your sexiness. Yet oddly enough, those people who engage in it don't have or want to engage in sex. They shun relationships, instead spending every minute of every day improving their looks, including using extreme measures like "bone smashing," or hitting their faces with a hammer to re-structure a jaw, and using crystal meth to stay lean. 

The leader of this trend is an influencer who goes by the name of Clavicular. Born a normal kid in normal New Jersey, somewhere along the way he decided his self-worth was to be found in his looks, which honestly weren't all that great. Today he is much better-looking and has 762.6 thousand followers on TikTok and 176.8 thousand followers on Kick (where he earns $100,000 a month). 

Humans are in such a bad place now, I can only thank God, (Thank you God) for the fact that I was born long before all this and thus avoided having to navigate this bizarre world as a young, single woman, most of whom are largely ignored by men who are busy looksmaxxing.

Thankfully my own son, a Millennial born in 1987, is naturally very handsome, so that's one thing he doesn't have to worry about. But if he opts to have a child now, I hate to think how deranged things will be in a dozen or so years when my future grandchild hits puberty.