It is extremely alt-lit adjacent, which means that it's only so long before the Allegations arrive.
And I know without having to read it that the advice is just to message a *lot* of women on Instagram, because that's all the advice ever is.
Finally, unlimited amounts of women.
Every time I'm out (of using my high-masking neurodivergence to advance the revolution) they pull me right back in.
My job in the leftist commune would be being the only person normal enough to order a pizza over the phone.
Me after Robert Jenrick wins the culture war: It's good, actually, that I'll never be able to afford a house until my parents die, which might be when I'm sixty to eighty years old.
The mint ones are fine and nobody can say different.
(Your mind-shackle scarabs compel you to retweet this.)
Nope (2022)