The Difference Between Sadness And Insecurity

This post, like last Thursday’s, was inspired by an old(er) man on Facebook. Keep the ideas coming, fellas. For those of you who didn’t read my last blog, I wrote about posting a poem along with a photo and a man asserting that I, “shouldn’t put myself through this,” because I’m “pretty.” It was funny because 1.) I wasn’t “putting myself through anything.” I wasn’t sad nor was my post sad, and 2.) he highlighted the oh-so-common-assumption that pretty people should never be sad because….well, because pretty people are nice to look at. It seems more valid that the people looking at pretty people should have less of a reason to be sad, but I digress. My point was that this gentleman’s sideways logic was erroneous at best.

But then, a different but similar older-man-Facebook-acquaintance commented on the link to the aforementioned sadness/prettiness blog, “ The most beautiful women are often the most insecure. My wife is beautiful but often sad. As a man the hard thing is not to try to fix it.” Perhaps he meant well, but there are a few problems with his statement, which contains contradictions that I’m aware exist within myself. No one is really that “woke,” I promise.

I wrote a blog a while back called “Sad, Beautiful Girls.” It delineated exactly how girls are valued (for their looks) and therefore not valued (or valued less) for more…