Here's your medal for being the only truecel here
- Jul 17, 2021
- 20d 10h 53m
As London’s foodie community mourns prolific and popular blogger Wilkes McDermid, his friends tell Susannah Butter that behind the smiles was a tortured soul who had built himself a new identity
None of this is news of course because Wilkes McDermid / William Chong jumped in 2014.
But this article always gets me right in the feels, because I find this man's life, death, and his writing about his blackpills more relatable than ER's manifesto, and honestly more relatable than a lot of the other vicious rage that gets spat out in our spaces. And I just find his whole character as a man admirable and inspiring. I wish I had known him.
After he jumped, this writer from the Standard found person after person after person who had only good things to say about him. Including a list of women a mile long, who he was a good friend and colleague to.
From what those women wrote about him, you can tell he provided orbiter services and emotional tampon services, (I.e. he was just a good friend) who gave a lot and asked for nothing in return. He wasn't some social outcast who sat in his basement calling women nasty names and wondering where his waifu was. He was a good, awesome guy who obviously was a positive presence in everyone's life. He gave and gave and gave to everyone around him, and he didn't do this conditionally and he wasn't bargaining for stuff in return. He obviously didn't go around hitting on women out of his league constantly like some infantile pajeet.
But still nobody wanted to fuck him, because no matter how much good he brought into the world, he was still a short, ugly ricecel.
And he was even classy in the way that he wrote about that. The fact that it really is about looks, race, height and wealth or manifestations of power. You'd better have most of those if you want to even exist in women's eyes as anything more than a cute asexual puppy. The fact that people will lie and lie and lie about the fact that it's mainly your looks that mean nobody will ever want to fuck you.
His blackpill writing wasn't foids this, holes that, toilets cunts roasties whores. He was just all class, all the time. I admire that. I want to be more like that.
There needs to be more awareness of this man, and the aspect of inceldom he represents. The fact that it's not just edgy neet teenagers ranting about raping minors and going ER, who are invisible to women. The fact that we aren't just Shakespearean caricatures of evil, with nothing good to offer. We aren't school shooters or serial rapists. We are normal guys going around in plain sight.
He was SUCH a good dude. He would have been a good catch and a good partner in life, for any foid who had been smart enough or biologically able to see it. But none of them ever did, because he wasn't Chad. That was his blackpill.
And if a guy as good as him is written off, to me that's the most profound blackpill there is.