I think I’d rather be smart. I’m honestly often so impressed with beautiful people, because that shit takes work.
I can roll out of bed, pull my three week old sauce stained shirt over my gut, and go do smart shit with a terrible haircut and no one gives a fuck.
Beautiful people will have chosen matching outfits worth thousands, spent an hour on hair and makeup, all after a morning gym session, and they’ll keep that hair perfect all day, getting their spa session in and finding time to do their nails.
How do they even have time to cook a healthy well balanced meal?
The friend should play Kerbal Space Program. It will be a fun way to show that yes, it’s really hard, but it is possible to play around with orbital mechanics and get to the moon.
And then it will show that an unsteerable rocket with infinite fuel and a chair strapped to it is also possible, just really really hard.