[Rant] A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, my friend had a passable girlfriend... He was 18, she was 17, and it was the summer of 2010.  He was a skinny beta virgin and lost it to a 5/10 gal who was very average- meaning possible pre-ham.  In the five years since then, she has put on over 100 lbs and lived with him for almost the entire time.  Let's have a breakdown of their incredibly separate lives and contemplate how they can still be together, shall we? We'll call my friend Brandon.  Brandon may have been a skinny beta virgin at one point, but since then he decided to do something with his life.  When he got to college, he gained 35 lbs of muscle and about 15 lbs of fat, a transformation from skinny-fat to manly that few would call unimpressive.  At ~5'9", he does a bodybuilding split in the gym and generally takes care of himself. He's next in line to become an assistant manager at our place of work and everyone who knows him feels like he deserves it.  He's a master of the many diverse tasks that our job calls for, is excellent with customers, and distributes tasks to his coworkers fairly in most situations, more on that later.  He's a nice guy, but still very beta, mainly because of his girlfriend... Begin rant. We'll call her Morgan.  Morgan is a fat shit.  She works with us both and is somewhat competent at her job, but every evening around 30 minutes to close starvation mode sets in, her eyes narrow, and she scowls and snarls at customers who come in trying to get a last minute dinner.  Being in the service industry, especially at the company we work at, this is entirely unacceptable and if a manager were to secret shop and see that, she would be fired or at least severely suspended.  When she's at work, because her boyfriend is ranked above us, she makes changes to the schedule of breaks at her fancy, deciding who gets to keep their scheduled 1 hour breaks and assigning some of us to 30 minutes so she can take a full hour every time.  I know this gets on Brandon's nerves, but he never says anything about it because he's just that beta.  Whenever they work together, he actively avoids her as much as possible because she bitches to him about every little thing that she can think of in the most unprofessional manner imaginable. Morgan doesn't give a damn about how she looks.  Outside of work, she does school and sits at home watching netflix on their two massive televisions.  She's in school currently to become - surprise surprise - a teacher.  Not because she wants to teach kids math or english composition but specifically because she wants to "change the way Americans think about themselves and their place in society".  When I joked about her career choice, she complained to the managers and gave me the beady little piggy-eyed glare that fat people give when they think they've given someone their comeuppance.  Fat chance, it may have taken 10¢/hour off my first raise but I don't need this job; it's practice.  Tensions still manifest themselves from time to time when I give my many overweight coworkers advice on how to establish workout routines in the gym and fatlogic inevitably comes spewing from their mouths, but these microtransgressions pale in comparison to the scope of her biggest fuck you to brandon. You see, Brandon works pretty hard to provide the two of them with nice things.  He puts in over 40 hours per week while she might work 20, and his position is more demanding of him than hers could ever be of her.  So when she takes off 3 weeks for vacation this summer, at work we all expected them to go somewhere nice for a bit to reward his hard work.  We were wrong.  While he stayed and worked 50 hours/week here in town, she took a $6000 trip to Italy, France, Spain, the Netherlands, and the UK.  With her friend.  Brandon was not invited.  While she was there, she spent more of her texts complaining about the heat than anything else, and doubtless offended countless Europeans with her shorts and tshirt look that could not have been more "fat american" stereotype.  Brandon, in the meantime, binge watched the entirety of South Park and was by all appearances a broken man with a taste of lost puppy mixed in.  This, I was sure, would be the tipping point where he had enough of dating down so far that James Cameron said "damn".  But no, after all of that he took off the two days after she got back so that they could "make up for lost time" and they're moving into a new place in a couple of days. End rant. After a recent comment I made, I was accused of being weak on my stance against the shits in our society that take advantage of more attractive significant others who take care of themselves.  Let this story be a reminder that such betas do exist, and hopefully help some of you out there never to sink low enough to get in the position of my friend.  It has strained our relationship for the entirety of our acquaintance, and I can only imagine what it has done to him psychologically.  Imagine the horror of waking up after a night of drinking to find yourself in bed with a whale.  Now imagine that that was every morning, and that that whale was your girlfriend.  This is why we have to make sure that we are all deeply conditioned to know that fat sympathy is unacceptable, so that in our drunken state we won't commit crimes against humanity.