I think this post by @Ledgemund deserves way better exposition. It resonates so much with my experience.
From @Ledgemund:
<< Around a year ago, I used to lurk on r/AssReddit to kill time, see what sort of things other people talked about, etc. There would fairly often be threads like "What, in your humble opinion, you magnificent bastard, my good sir, is the most toxic Subreddit?" Every time, without fail, someone would post: r/Incels. You'd always see the same predictable comments:
"What's an 'In-Cel?'"
"You don't want to know. Basically it's a bunch of entitled virgins blaming women for their bad personalities, advocating for pedophilia with 17 year olds, and talking about doing an "acid wash" to women, whom'st won't have sex with them."
"Wow that's terrifying. I can't believe there are people like that. I've had enough internets for one day. Lost my faith in humanity. I can't fap to this."
I wasn't exactly reeled in my the alarmism, but still trusted their word a bit too much: I figured it would be filled with 18 year old hapas venting about feeble revenge plots and nothing else. I had lurked a while on ForeverAlone and was struck by the desperation, the sadness, and the confusion radiating from every corner and expected a lot of the same from related places.
Around the same time, my hatred for foids was starting to boil over and I was listening to Whitehouse all the time, reading Sade, etc. I was finally starting to discard a lot of the mental blocks of "high road" thinking that years of liberal-left hegemony had put in my head: I actually started looking at what the "Alt-Right" had to say, at MGTOW, etc. This was only about a year ago. I felt a fire stoked in my heart that had been dim and flagging for years. In this spirit, I checked out r/Incels and was immediately stuck by the stark constrast to ForeverAlone. Instead of some guy talking about "putting himself out there" going to Salsa lessons, then returning to an empty apartment and crying into his pillow after another in an unbroken chain of failures, you had people brimming with life, with anger, with humor. Catfishers, bitter memes, the direct action of sidewalk harassment, insults. I would browse it in public and suppress laughter, browse it before bed and pump my fist. It was like coming home.
Everyone had lied about the place and my hatred for the liars climbed yet higher. It was a revelation that "women's rights", sexual liberalism, everything, was a total scam. It's alright to be a sad, lonely man, just please be courteous, neat, and prompt about heading over into the corner to die. You'd better not ever claim that this is actually a problem though. We are letting you die. We are not killing you. And you don't even thank us. >>
Lol the Salsa lesson meme is too true. When I think about normie advice like "go to dance lessons", I feel a stab of pain in my heart; it reminds of my horrible bluepilled teenage years.
From @Ledgemund:
<< Around a year ago, I used to lurk on r/AssReddit to kill time, see what sort of things other people talked about, etc. There would fairly often be threads like "What, in your humble opinion, you magnificent bastard, my good sir, is the most toxic Subreddit?" Every time, without fail, someone would post: r/Incels. You'd always see the same predictable comments:
"What's an 'In-Cel?'"
"You don't want to know. Basically it's a bunch of entitled virgins blaming women for their bad personalities, advocating for pedophilia with 17 year olds, and talking about doing an "acid wash" to women, whom'st won't have sex with them."
"Wow that's terrifying. I can't believe there are people like that. I've had enough internets for one day. Lost my faith in humanity. I can't fap to this."
I wasn't exactly reeled in my the alarmism, but still trusted their word a bit too much: I figured it would be filled with 18 year old hapas venting about feeble revenge plots and nothing else. I had lurked a while on ForeverAlone and was struck by the desperation, the sadness, and the confusion radiating from every corner and expected a lot of the same from related places.
Around the same time, my hatred for foids was starting to boil over and I was listening to Whitehouse all the time, reading Sade, etc. I was finally starting to discard a lot of the mental blocks of "high road" thinking that years of liberal-left hegemony had put in my head: I actually started looking at what the "Alt-Right" had to say, at MGTOW, etc. This was only about a year ago. I felt a fire stoked in my heart that had been dim and flagging for years. In this spirit, I checked out r/Incels and was immediately stuck by the stark constrast to ForeverAlone. Instead of some guy talking about "putting himself out there" going to Salsa lessons, then returning to an empty apartment and crying into his pillow after another in an unbroken chain of failures, you had people brimming with life, with anger, with humor. Catfishers, bitter memes, the direct action of sidewalk harassment, insults. I would browse it in public and suppress laughter, browse it before bed and pump my fist. It was like coming home.
Everyone had lied about the place and my hatred for the liars climbed yet higher. It was a revelation that "women's rights", sexual liberalism, everything, was a total scam. It's alright to be a sad, lonely man, just please be courteous, neat, and prompt about heading over into the corner to die. You'd better not ever claim that this is actually a problem though. We are letting you die. We are not killing you. And you don't even thank us. >>
Lol the Salsa lesson meme is too true. When I think about normie advice like "go to dance lessons", I feel a stab of pain in my heart; it reminds of my horrible bluepilled teenage years.
and don't stop.
