I like this song. It sums up the fairness society shows for women who aren't rich or pretty.
At Seventeen - by Janus Ian
I learned the truth at seventeen, that love was meant for beauty queens.
In high school girls with clear skinned smiles, who married young and then retired.
The valentines I never knew, the Friday night charades of youth,
were spent on one more beautiful.  At seventeen I learned the truth.
And those of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces,
desperately remained at home, inventing lovers on the phone.
Who called to say come dance with me, and murmured vague obscenities.
...It isn't all it seems, at seventeen.
A brown eyed girl in hand me downs, whose name I never could pronounce
Said, pity please, the ones who serve, we only get what we deserve.
And the rich relationed hometown queen, who married into what she needs,
A guarantee of company, and haven for the elderly.
Remember those who win the game, lose the love they sought to gain.
Indebentures of quality. And dubious integrity.
Their small town eyes will gape at you, in dull surprise when payment due.
...Exceeds accounts received. At seventeen.
To those of us who knew the pain, of valentines that never came
and those whose names were never called when choosing sides for basketball.

It was long ago and far away, the world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free, to ugly duckling girls like me
We all play the game and when we dare, to cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone, repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, come dance with me, and murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me
At seventeen