Is there a way - any way - for an "incel" to exist without being hated by women?
So I have accepted that dating isn't for me. I don't have the face, head, body, height, superficial charm and lifestyle required for dating women
And that's ok. I really want to accept this and move on with life. I really want to find coping mechanisms and find fulfillment in other things. I don't want to hate women for being more selective than men. I really want to accept this biological reality. There's absolutely no entitlement at this point. Its totally my problem, not theirs.
But barely a day goes by without being bombarded by messaging from women that:
- The bar for men has never been lower - (The bar has never been higher for looks and height. The bar is only low for men they find physically attractive).
- There's a male loneliness epidemic and men like me are single because we worship Andrew Tate, Joe Rogan, Elon, or Trump - (Even though we've been like this long before the manosphere or Tate surfaced).
- We're probably unsafe, threatening, potential abusers - (even though men who are actively dating and having sex are far more likely to harm women than single, celibate men and I've never harmed a woman in my life).
- We give off bad energy that women can smell from miles away - (even though we have no issues interacting with women in non-romantic, non-sexual contexts).
- We have unwashed asses, lack hygiene, smell bad, and have bad teeth and breath. - (A claim so ironic given that they found these issues in men they literally dated and who weren't incels by that definition. Meanwhile most of us have very good hygiene, our jobs require it and its something we have always considered a given)
- We're man-children who are unemployed, play video games all day, and are financially lagging - (even though many of us have decent careers and are otherwise disciplined in life).
- We're looking for a mommy, can't do household chores, and need a bangmaid and chef - (even though many of us have been living on our own for years and are completely self-sufficient in chores, cooking, cleaning, etc).
- That we lack emotional intelligence, kindness, empathy - (things that only matter when you're someone's type and a relationship is established)
- that we're right-wing, neo-n*zi, far-right etc (I didn't vote for Trump)
- That we're porn-brained (even though I've never progressed to the point where I could've expressed such desires)
So is there any possibility I can admit and speak my reality without being ridiculed, pathologized, or turned into a cartoon villain?
Or is there a deeper, more sinister philosophy behind this that we're missing? One whereby the "defeated" should not be allowed a catharsis? One that is built around schadenfreude?