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A Tamil poet by the name of Maruthan Ilanākanār writes an very sad poem (Kalithogai poem 94) about a shortcel trying his luck with a literal deformed toilet with a bent spine, his looksmatch. And the poem is incredibly blackpilled for its time. I will select the highlights from the poem:
1) Shortcel approachs the foid, and she immediately lets him know she doesnt see him as even a human
2) Shortcel is desperate and starts begging her, she mocks him about his incelhood
3) Shortcel points out to the fact that she is deformed, and foid angrily retorts that she has slept with many guys (blackpilled af) and that they are willing to pay for her too (ancient moneymaxxing?)
4) Shortcel starts mumbling to himself about his plight and walks away, foid is astonished that the shortcel continues desiring him even though she dissed the fuck out of him
I was quite surprised how heightpilled this poem was, especially given the age. But the plight of men does not disappear with time I feel. Some thing that everything was good in the past, when we were more trad. I would argue that poems like this show that female nature is and was always the same. Their nature was only kept under better control in the past. But it was never fully stamped out and incels did exist then too, as this poem shows.
1) Shortcel approachs the foid, and she immediately lets him know she doesnt see him as even a human
Shortcel:
What good deeds did you do, for me to desire
you who totters with a crooked body that sways
gently like a reflection in the water? Stand here!
Foid's reply:
Aiyo! You unsightly short man! Born at an inauspicious moment to an owl!
You dare stop me to express your desire! Should those of your kind even get to touch me?
2) Shortcel is desperate and starts begging her, she mocks him about his incelhood
Shortcel:
...[Your beauty] has given me this affliction that I am unable to bear.
I cannot stop it. I can live only by your grace.
Foid's reply:
Look at his intent! You crude dwarf who looks like a vertically placed gambling board!
You hold me and ask me to come to your house at this scorching noon time.
Hey you! Do you have other women? Tell me!
3) Shortcel points out to the fact that she is deformed, and foid angrily retorts that she has slept with many guys (blackpilled af) and that they are willing to pay for her too (ancient moneymaxxing?)
Foid's angry boasting:
Go away you lowly one! Dwarf among men! Give up your attitude now!
Like a flowering vine that climbs on a thick tree branch,
many men have embraced my imperfect body and offered to provide for me.
You lecherous one asking me to embrace you sideways!
Is it lower than yours, you stunted little ball,
my hunched body that is sweeter than thick ulunthu paniyāram?
4) Shortcel starts mumbling to himself about his plight and walks away, foid is astonished that the shortcel continues desiring him even though she dissed the fuck out of him
Shortcel:
My heart! Even when we went after her, she did not give in...
Foid's astonished insult:
You look like a tortoise stood up, waving both your hands.
Even when I rebuke, you desire me. Look at him walk like Kāman!
I was quite surprised how heightpilled this poem was, especially given the age. But the plight of men does not disappear with time I feel. Some thing that everything was good in the past, when we were more trad. I would argue that poems like this show that female nature is and was always the same. Their nature was only kept under better control in the past. But it was never fully stamped out and incels did exist then too, as this poem shows.