the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
i feel like it’s perfectly fine to admit that you aren’t actually into “gross girls” but rather lethargic introverted nerds. i don’t think a single person posting about how they “need a gross stinky femcel NEET gf” could stomach being around someone with incredibly poor hygiene