#mgtow

Incel Love: 1 (inspired by real conversations I’ve had with sad broken people)

Short series about a radfem and a mgtow type who fall in love and become normal

You want to talk about the male loneliness epidemic like it’s our fault? Like women just collectively decided to ghost the entire male population and now you’re all sad and jerking off to anime girls who don't talk back. Let’s be real, you did this to yourselves. Men have always been each other's worst enemies. Y’all bully, belittle, compete, mock vulnerability, and stomp each other down just to feel an inch taller. The second a man tries to be soft, honest, or different, ten other men will tear him apart for being "weak" or "gay." And instead of fixing that you turn around and blame women.

Because it’s easier to scapegoat us than confront how broken your brotherhood really is. You don’t want solutions, you want someone to blame. And now you’re lonely, bitter, and pissed that we don’t want to mother you through it. Boohoo. Why should we help you? You never helped us. You built this cage, slammed the door, and now you’re rattling it and crying that no one wants to come in and keep you company.

Be fucking for real. Y’all are the worst part of the population. The loudest, the stinkiest, the most emotionally underdeveloped. What have men actually contributed to women’s lives besides trauma, unpaid labor, and the constant looming threat of violence? You don’t even like women, you just want someone to clean your house, make you cum, and shut up about it. Why would we ever want to date you?

Like no offense but, yes offense. you’re gross. Half of you are balding by 30 and still think you’re God’s gift to women. You watch porn all day and think that makes you sexually competent. You don’t cook. You don’t clean. You don’t go to therapy. You call your friends slurs for having feelings. You genuinely believe that being "nice" should earn you a girlfriend, as if we’re just vending machines that spit out affection if you press the right buttons.

Like if y’all actually wanted a woman wanted her, respected her, adored her, you’d do the bird thing. You’d bring her shiny things, you’d build her a house, you’d dance until your little legs give out. You’d try. But instead? You think swiping right and calling her "not like other girls" is romantic effort. You think a $10 coffee and a grudging text means she owes you her body

And if she’s foolish enough to marry you? That’s when the mask slips. You stop trying entirely. You become a withering little leech, sucking the joy out of her day one passive-aggressive comment at a time. You cling to her emotional labor like a parasite and call it “love.” You want a live-in maid, a therapist, and a sex doll all rolled into one but she better not gain weight or have opinions, right?

Let’s be real: marriage for women is a tax scam where the prize is watching the light leave your own eyes in slow motion. We get drained. You get stability. We give you youth and care. You give us silence, mess, and that dead look you call “being a man.”

We are the first generation of women who can choose a man to marry, and send him to jail if he rapes us. Let that sink in. We’re not stuck anymore. Not financially. Not legally. Not socially. We can work, live, survive, and thrive without you. And guess what? That terrifies you.

And you know what that means? The ugly, mean, porn-rotted bottom-feeder men, the ones who used to get women by default, by pressure, by tradition, you’re getting left behind. And I don’t feel bad for you.

You're gonna die alone. And not because women are shallow or modernity is cruel, but because you're a worm who thinks a woman should reward you for existing. We’ve watched our mothers be drained, used, and silenced. We’re not doing that. Why would we? What do you offer? Unwashed socks? Rage issues? Half a personality built on Reddit takes?

Boohoo. Go cry to your boys about how no woman wants you, and while you're at it go find another purpose. Find meaning in your job, in art, in nature, in each other. Stop blaming women because you’re unlovable. That’s not our problem anymore.

I cannot get over how so many of you think that crusty-ass, pedo-core porno mustache you grew because you saw it in Top Gun makes you hot.

Women see through that pathetic facade. You’re not giving “macho rebel.” You’re giving sticky fingers and browsing incognito mode at family dinner. We see you, we smell the Axe body spray you haven’t grown out of, and we’re saying blegh.

So yeah. That’s what I think of your sad little male loneliness epidemic. Boo-fucking-hoo. The world stopped handing you wives by default and now you’re crying into your gamer chairs about how women are mean and don’t want to fuck you. Wahhh. Maybe if you treated women like people instead of perks you unlock for not being a serial killer, you wouldn’t be so terminally alone.

But you didn’t. You chose violence, porn, podcasts, and each other. You chose to be bitter little gremlins who compete, belittle, and then scapegoat women when your lives fall apart. And now that we’ve walked away NOW it’s a crisis?

Nah.

I’m laughing at how big of losers you are. Not with sympathy. Not with sadness. With full, cackling disrespect. You made this sad little pity party, and now you’re sitting in it alone, surrounded by empty Red Bulls and Jordan Peterson quotes. And honestly?

Factoid:

As if battered women, pregnant women,disabled women, and mentally ill women, haven't all been left alone to fend for themselves throughout history, but we never spoke about it as an epidemic.

In fact for many years a single woman past her 30s was the bunt of the joke. No one forgets the "single lady with 20 cats" rhetoric. You literally turned us into a punchline, a joke. Without reason or question. There was no epidemic that followed.

How many women do you think have been left by their own families during their pregnancy? What about women who were beat by their husband with nowhere to go? Women who have been sexually assaulted and then not believed, only leaving them isolated from their community?

On average, a man is 80 percent more likely to leave his partner if they become sick or disabled during their marriage.

On average, 90 percent of assaults are done by men.

But for some odd reason male loneliness is being looked at under a microscope, as if we should be questioning or concerned with it. I have no pity.

Male loneliness is a victimhood epidemic, not a lonely one.

Many like her suggest we shouldn’t care about men’s health today because “our healthcare system was based off male bodies.”

Men die earlier from 14 out of the 15 lead causes of death. Men’s life expectancy is dropping. Men are 4x more likely to die by suicide. Boys and young men are far more likely to be diagnosed with autism. Men are over two thirds of those who die by drug overdose. Men are more likely to die from cancer. Disabled men are 4 times more likely to die by suicide than non-disabled men. It was just confirmed that young men were indeed at greater risk of the covid vaccine, and men were more likely to die from covid for biological reasons. The list goes on and on why we need to care more about men’s health specifically.

The American Medical Association (AMA) just passed a formal resolution urging the establishment of Offices of Men’s Health at both the federal and state levels. I’m not alone in my thinking.

She can call me “uneducated.” But I call women like her misguided, heartless and short-sighted, blinded by their female victimhood mentality.