Boohoo, I can't get my dick wet, time to shoot up my school!

Give me a break.

The problem with incels, in the most base sense, is their lack of a Maslow's style hierarchy in their brains. Or rather, too much stock in it. They are fed, they are clothed, they have a home, now they need a woman. But wait? It hasn't happened by magical means? Wtf? A woman hasn't appeared in a cloud of smoke to fufil this fucktards 1950's dreamscape? Hmmm, surely it is the women who are at fault! I am not attractive, and this is some failure on women for not fucking me regardless.

Women don't fuck unattractive men who are low status. You have three options incel.

  1. Become attractive, by lifting weights, eating well, and dressing better.

  2. Become high status. Get power, get money, get objects of desire that draw people in.

  3. Do both.

There you go. Inceldom solved.

But poet, my jaw is crooked, my teeth are crooked, I have a foul odor from my lower armpit...

Enough. Life doesn't care about your excuses. Only what is, and what can be. Life doesn't accept excuses because life is unfair and unbalanced. People with more, get more. People with less, get less. You can accept less, or go and get more. That is all, and that is all.

If you are an incel I pity you. While redpillers get swole and get their dick wet with some dumb blonde coed and her friends, you mourn the loss if a virgin support group. Let incels die with their sub. And go lift.