At a conference I recently attended, I witnessed some rather peculiar dynamics between a pretty overweight woman and her male orbiters. From the previous statement you can probably deduce that I had ended up at a genuine sausage fest, a tech conference, and those have a male/female split worse than the worst club or bar you have ever been to.
Commercial tech conferences, as opposed to academic ones, have a pretty simple structure. On the one hand, there are multiple areas for lectures, ranging from small meeting rooms to big auditoria, and on the other, there are one or more areas for establishing business contacts. This means that there is one booth after another in large open spaces. These booths are normally manned by one or two at least moderately attractive women, who hand out flyers and baubles, and a bunch of geeks in case someone asks a technical question.
Normally, there is a degree of professionalism at such events. Quite frankly, very often the men at those booths do not seem to care much about their female colleagues from HR, and some even look as if they are embarrassed by them. Yet, one one booth there was aforementioned heavy woman who was bordering on the obese. Yet, she took a leaf out of the playbook of third-rate e-thots who lack the looks but are so fat that it also caused their tits to become a bit bigger. In order to draw attention to her figure, she squeezed herself into a tight dress, which made her look like a walking sausage.
This woman had one of the worst cases of resting bitch face I ever encountered, and the men around her seemed starstruck. It probably did not help that the men at that booth both hailed from rather emasculated demographics. One was a frail white soy-boy, and the other two spoke with an Indian accent. As you know, Indian men like “bobs and vagene”, in particular a white woman’s.
Even though we are well past the point where our social engineers have normalized that women no longer need to be slim, all while holding men to ever-higher standards, it is nonetheless baffling how much well this mainstream media campaign has worked with women. This is also tragic because this particular woman seemed to have a relatively pleasant facial bone structure, and had she made an effort to slim down or, better yet, learned to put the fork down instead of having a second meal for lunch and dinner, she could get a lot more out of life.
It is one thing for a woman to have some soy-boy faggot and “bobs and vagene”-deprived Indian men fawn over her, due to a seemingly complete lack of alternatives, and quite another if a woman is able to enter a room and really draw the attention of men. Not overeating could have put this woman into a decent customer-facing role at a well-funded start-up or an established corporation, instead of a crappy startup that will probably collapse within a year or two. Yet, the path of least resistance is too tempting. In the end, those women only harm themselves, but weak men, to some extent, prevent them from realizing this.