BP normies are so fucking boring.

The women are all do-nothing create-nothings who think their pussy makes them inherently important, so they end up being a glorified domestic cat whose only goal is to bask in the nearest sunbeam of attention.

The men are so utterly broken by the women that all they want is their approval. They don't even dream of sex with them anymore, they don't even get that far, all they want is a single nod of approval from the fucking women, to the point that they will degrade themselves even when women aren't around because they are imagining their internalized woman going "you're such a good boy, you respect me properly, you have correctly identified that I am above you and you know the proper deferential relationship to one's superiors."

You can always tell a normie on the internet because they can't resist enforcing normalcy. The women enforce normalcy because it's all they've ever known and they've always been at the center of it, where it's nice and warm. They so immersed in normalcy don't even know they're enforcing it. It's just an "is" to them. It's like a fish "enforcing" being underwater. But then normie men are the real pathetic ones. They are the ones on the fringes of normalcy where it's cold, looking in at the center through trees and shrubs at night, at the privileged center where the fire is blazing and the women are sitting around being serviced by the Chad elite. In the normie perspective the Chads have the "honor" of dancing for the women and venerating them, like in Robert Graves' matriarchal femdom fantasies of primeval prehistory.

The dwellers on the fringe live in perpetual sexless twilight, making webcomics and tweets to "support women." They see a random man scoffing at a random woman, privately, and their reptile brain springs into action, they rush over and demand that he apologize to the woman who didn't even hear him. They have no sense of humor, no room for exceptions to normalcy. Exceptions frighten them because they remind them that there may be something beyond the normie life. They prick them with the possibility that some night they should turn away from the fire with the disgraceful dancing Chads and the barely even consciousness women and go off on their own, learn to make their own fire.

Normies are monkeys from a previous stage of human development, I piss on normies.