Fascinating, isn't it? The definition of "incel" should merely be "someone who wants an romantic/sexual relationship and yet is unable to develop one". It's as simple as that, right?
Or at least it should be. But look at all of those definitions, loaded with all of their vicious barbs, all of the condescension, all of the nastiness and hardness of heart: privileges enjoyed by those who have good things whenever they sit in judgement of those who don't. So perhaps we incels aren't the only ones who feel themselves "entitled". Perhaps there's a tiny bit of hypocrisy on the part of those who take such pleasure in indicting us for our crimes. Even though most of us have committed no greater sin than wanting to fall asleep with someone in our arms at least once before going down to the Dead.
But I suppose, when all is said and done, that is precisely the privilege of the beautiful who always have and always will serve as judges of the repulsive. It's a hard thing for actual human beings to look at the plight of monsters, for Nature's children to consider Her abortions, without succumbing to survivor's guilt. How horrible it would be for another human being to have been deprived of what the vast majority enjoy! "If Nature, Circumstance, Fate or God could be so cruel to them, what's stopping Providence from one day setting itself against me?" The shadow of Chaos threatens to darken the Garden, and an exorcism suddenly becomes necessary to drive it out.
Desperate, the loved consider the despised and work a very special kind of alchemy. They see a host of hungry ghosts before them, starving and frozen, desperate for a hint of sustenance and a moment of warmth, and conspire to portray them as devils. The former don't deserve to starve, but the latter deserve nothing but privation. Nature's meaningless condemnation becomes God's rational one and, with this marvelous bit of jugglery, Cosmos is rescued from the jaws of Chaos...if only for just a little while longer.
They need to portray us as demons, justifiably suffering for such egregious sins as a "sense of entitlement" because, wicked things that we are, we want to be loved just as they are loved. Were it otherwise, they would have to acknowledge the simple fact that, were circumstances just slightly different, had they been born hideous rather than lovely, they would be burning alongside of us and screaming just as loudly.