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There's something truly fascinating about the occasional, fleeting glimpse into the parallel reality that women live in, not only in that they truly believe that they have the brunt end of the stick in life, but also in the sense that they are completely and utterly oblivious to the gut-wrenching, abject immiseration of unattractive, socially isolated men (which ironically enough becomes an ever-increasing category as the Pareto principle rears its ugly head, and the top percentage of men rake in the plowshare of women; anyone below Chad will never be enough).
All the average woman needs in order to satisfy her sexual or emotional needs is to create a Tinder profile and wait around picking her blisters (or whatever banal non-hobbies women undertake these days to pass the time when they aren't getting viciously dicked-down by Chad). Within a split second, a harem of men from all walks of life will appear to grovel at her feet, wine-and-dine her, & perform whatever humiliating, dance-monkey-dance behaviour necessary to win an ounce of female attention. Sure, I'm no doubt beating a dead horse here, but I cannot help but fume in a pit of venom and vituperation when we are shamed and castigated as inhuman lepers and incessantly told our problems simply don't even exist.
You are an entitled monster for even thinking of the prospect of love and intimacy. Take your pills, contribute to a society that doesn't give a rat's ass about you, and assume the veil of maya you worthless fucking cretin.
There's something truly fascinating about the occasional, fleeting glimpse into the parallel reality that women live in, not only in that they truly believe that they have the brunt end of the stick in life, but also in the sense that they are completely and utterly oblivious to the gut-wrenching, abject immiseration of unattractive, socially isolated men (which ironically enough becomes an ever-increasing category as the Pareto principle rears its ugly head, and the top percentage of men rake in the plowshare of women; anyone below Chad will never be enough).
All the average woman needs in order to satisfy her sexual or emotional needs is to create a Tinder profile and wait around picking her blisters (or whatever banal non-hobbies women undertake these days to pass the time when they aren't getting viciously dicked-down by Chad). Within a split second, a harem of men from all walks of life will appear to grovel at her feet, wine-and-dine her, & perform whatever humiliating, dance-monkey-dance behaviour necessary to win an ounce of female attention. Sure, I'm no doubt beating a dead horse here, but I cannot help but fume in a pit of venom and vituperation when we are shamed and castigated as inhuman lepers and incessantly told our problems simply don't even exist.
You are an entitled monster for even thinking of the prospect of love and intimacy. Take your pills, contribute to a society that doesn't give a rat's ass about you, and assume the veil of maya you worthless fucking cretin.
