Suppose that you’re an alien from outer space, you've just landed on planet earth after watching us humans interact with each other for centuries.

You arrive at the airport and you take an Uber to the place that you’ve booked by Airbnb, you arrive and the hosts are incredibly nice, you talk to them for a little while and you ask them for the internet password. You unpack your bag and turn your computer on, you wanna learn more about the human race, so you go online, searching for great stories.

You log in to steemit.

You start reading post after post, all of them great stories, fewer things are more rewarding than watching people working towards their dreams, sharing their adventures or even having the courage to voice their fears in public.

The human condition, it’s a beautiful thing.

You’re hooked, and you're just realizing that it has been two days and you haven’t left the apartment yet, now you’re fucked! You’re never leaving this planet again.

You keep reading, totally absorbed by the large selection of amazing stories, meanwhile there is always that dude that keeps complaining about boobs, let’s call him Bill. He keeps complaining that girls get a preferential treatment just because they’re girls.

Where are we, in high school?

You wanna answer him, you want to tell him that it’s normal, you want tell him to let it go. You wanna ask him these questions: Do you ever complain that people don’t open the door for you, let you go first in the elevator or pull the chair for you in a restaurant?

Probably not, so why does steemit need to be any different?

You wanna tell him that, but your better judgment tells you to bite your tongue because it can really backfire in your face.

What you do instead, is to write a piece like this one and slide it in the middle, because guys, we needed to talk about this.

First Day On Earth

Technically, it's your third day on earth since you've spent the first two in your room high on steem, so you're just starting to realize that women are absolutely beautiful creatures, you realize what they can bring to your life, and that you much rather have them in your life than not. Obviously you want to understand them more, so what do you do? You go to the magazine stand and you purchase Vogue, Marie Claire, Elle magazine, and Cosmo. Don’t forget Cosmo!

“Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.”― George Carlin

Now you’re ready, 15 issues of female magazines made you believe that you understand women, you go out to buy food and all of the sudden you see a girl you really like. You lean against the wall, you cross your legs and you raise one eyebrow. (Don't ask me, I must have read it somewhere)

And then you proceed to put that all of that newly acquired Cosmopolitan knowledge to good use.

The problem is, you think of nothing better to say than this:

Did you know… That 93% of women masturbate on the shower?

What?! She says

― Do you know what the other 7% do?

― No, I don’t

―They sing. Do you know what they sing?

― Nope.

― Oh, so you must be the one who masturbates then.

She laughs, even though you’ve been a total tool, she runs her fingers around her hair and smiles at you. Her smile is like a promise that brings tears to your eyes. She thinks you’re some kind of nerd, but you’re just a regular clueless bastard.

You talk a little more and she tells you that she wants to invite you for a coffee despite all the goofiness. You go to a Starbucks, she wants to pay in Bitcoin.

What’s Bitcoin? You ask.

“Oh my God! You have so many things to learn! I need to introduce you to the Blockchain.”

But first she tells you a little bit about herself, she works at a food startup that’s trying to revolutionize the food industry and take on Big Agra. She tells you that she also blogs part time, she gives you her steemit handle. She tells you that she wants to travel the world someday. She tells you she’s a vegan.

Well, Viva Las Vegas! You say.

That’s not what she meant.

She helps you set up a steemit account, you don’t tell her you already have one because she seems so excited and and you just want to freeze the moment.

Later you go to a bar, you have some drinks, she tells you that she wants to go outside for a smoke, she asks you to come with. She grabs a cigarette and asks you if you have a fire?

Give me two stones and ten minutes.

She laughs, she thinks you’re joking. Meanwhile you overhear some guy in the background who’s complaining that girls don’t pay the entrance fee because they have boobs.

Hey! That must be Bill from steemit!

You’ve had an awesome evening, you go back home you open your laptop and want to share your experience with your fellow steemians. But before, you have a something that you that want to say:

Whatever Happend to Surround Yourself with Beauty?

Suppose that all the women population in steemit is completely banished, then what next? You're probably still going to be complaining that your posts deserve better than the other guy because you've spent more time on it, because it’s more informative, because there's an "unfair" advantage since you’re new and the other guy has worked his ass off to build a reputation... Followed by a long list of factors that you cannot control.

If you give in to the complains, they'll never stop. People always will find an excuse no matter what, and their product will always be better in their eyes than anybody else.

Maybe sometimes you just post at the wrong time and not a lot of people are around. Maybe your subject or title wasn’t as interesting as you thought, and maybe there was a lot of competition that day. These are all factors that can happen. Or maybe you just can't handle the boobs.

Have you ever wondered why they call them whales and not submarines? It’s because they are not machines. They can't design a system where nobody gets offended, but what if you were in their shoes?

What if You Were a Whale?

Would you have done it differently? The Blockchain sphere has a massive dis-compensation in the man/woman ratio as it is. If you ask me that’s the one thing I know for sure they’re doing right. The rest I don’t know because I don’t have a programming background. But I’ll tell you this, if was looking for mass-adoption, then I would’ve probably done the exact same thing.

But here’s what I won’t do, I won’t be going to every female authored post and say the following: Boobs, check. Pretty eyes: Check.. Common guys! What possible use could find in that?

Are you just trying to make the girl feel guilty? And why would you ever want to do that? Or maybe you just want to bully the whales to stop upvoting girls so you have a better chance. Either way, I question the wisdom of such a bothersome approach. No man has achieved greatness by annoying people.

Plus, lest we forget they seem to be rewarding girls that don’t give up, that keep coming back and give back to the community. And maybe if you took the time to read their stories then you'll realize that there is more to those girls than just boobs. And just like real-life, maybe you have to look them in the eyes.

And point two, why blame the girls? Yes, they may have arrived early to this trend, but what do you think I’m doing?

So common guys, we have a beautiful thing going on here. You can be the person that people are happy to see because they know that you always try to provide some value, empower them and make them feel good, or you can be the person that everybody is tired of, because you keep complaining about women and their boobs.

You can be one or the other, but you can’t be both the same time.