When skimpy clothes are worn year-round, and social norms bend to the argument of temperature, and the threat of apocalypse subconsciously drives every human to fuck as much as possible before the end, we will see even sharper social, sexual, and physiological divides arise between the normies and the incels. The normals will revert to atavistic conditions, and harems will appear again. We are already seeing it with the rise of polyamory, but the coming change will be like nothing before. Perhaps in the ensuing hyperreproductive chaos a few lucky incels will be able to join that vaunted other group before they accelerate to a heretofore unforeseen degree of normal - perhaps becoming the forefathers of a new race of shorter-lived, heat-resistant humans - but most of us will miss that boat. A game of musical chairs is about to begin.
