A couple of guys at work were checking some chick out one day, rating her on a 1-10 scale and they asked me what I’d rate her.
“I don’t rate,” I said.
“You don’t rate? How can you not rate?”
And it’s true, I don’t rate. Not by number, anyway. My opinion of a woman is a little more nuanced than what a simple 1-10 rating can properly cover.
That aside though, I find it extremely cringeworthy.
You see an attractive woman pass by. Naturally, you notice her, check her out. All perfectly normal.
And then you assign her a number. A human being, with hopes, dreams, struggles, fears, joys, likes, dislikes and interests, her personality a culmination of her experiences through the years…you’ve relegated her to the status of a number. Who wants to be a number? Is this Black Mirror? Nobody wants to be a number.
You’ve compartmentalized a person, stuck her in a little box and put a label on it, and to you, that’s all she is. That’s borderline sociopathic in my eyes.
And before you think, Listen to this white knight feminist pussy-ass PC liberal fucktardation this brainwashed sjw cuck is spewing, let me assure you that it’s not like that. This is about the subtle dehumanization of people. And I simply choose not to participate in it.