Okay so . . . THANK YOU!
I started reading Vogue when I was 14; something about Cosmo and PINK slathered VS girls just . . . dunno, left me really isolated. I have always loved high-fashion for favoring what I suppose you could call racial margins. I have super-fair skin. I have red hair and very "polar" facial features. But I am not "ugly." So if my skin isn't orange--nay, bronze (and, for all academic purposes, if my skin were to adopt a faux metallic sheen, it would be platinum) and I am neither a "flirty" bleach blonde nor a "seductive" brunette, I am a caricature of a "quirky" or "irritated" person.
Really bro-bro guys will tell me "pale" skin is creepy. I get yelled at when I run (in shorts) by twats (smoking Black-n-Milds) in shitty cars over my "white legs."
They are racists.
(For the record, this is why I date doctors/scientists--they aren't freaking IDIOTS.)
SCUMBAG STEVE FTW!!!
On topic, if they say red hair (best hair color IMO, I would love to be a ginger ) and pale skin is creepy (how I long for the healthy fair complexion I used to have before I stupidly tanned to fit in society's standard of beauty), you show them these:
Gingers with pale complexions and they are top models unlike your fake-tanned girlfriends. So there, racist/mean/sleazeball dudes.