By David Futrelle
It’s hard to keep track of all the myriad ways incels are oppressed. Here’s a new one I discovered today in the Braincels subreddit:
Not all the commenters agreed with GuineaIncel’s assessment of Smiling Women.
“If they can look at you without involuntarily grimacing, it’s life fuel,” wrote someone called nwrktg8841.
I’m not saying they’re gonna fuck you, but it’s better than knowing you’re deformed beyond existing in polite society
ADepressedVirgin, taking the opposite position, suggested that GuineaIncel take things a step further.
“Giving the death stare is such a good cope,” he began.
[I] started off … glancing away at first sign of eye contact, but ive gotten good enough to the point where i can just gaze into peoples eyes as they walk by and not give a fuck.
These days, he added, he’s started to literally ram into women — sorry, “foids” — who accidentally get in his way on the sidewalk.
Also whenever im walking down a crowded sidewalk in a city or something I make sure to walk aggressively and if a foid stepped in my way or something she would get body slammed to the ground, when I was in NYC some stupid bitch didn’t know where she was going and stepped right in front of where I was walking, but I kept my pace and ended up body slamming her almost to the ground and she just started yelling “Fuck you!” lifefuel tbh
Let’s just hope this one is just a fantasy, or that it happened just that one time. Because, seriously dude, what the fuck?
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@Turan,
Thanks for that clip. I had not seen it before. Talk about #lifefuel!
Seriously, one of my favorite things about visiting NYC is that people there (in general, in my experience) are really good at being conscious of other people’s space and maintaining their own personal space, so that even though you may be walking in a big crowd, it’s actually much rarer than you’d think to have someone bumping into you, walking in front of you and stopping suddenly to look at their phone (this bugs the hell out of me), or stepping on you. That’s not always true in other cities I’ve been to.
Anyway, that last incel, ADepressedVirgin, must be the worst to share a city with.
A woman smiles at them in passing on the street, and they’re like, “Is this when the sex starts?”
Assuming this isn’t some cowardly fantasy, that’s a pretty dumb thing to do in the era of smart phones and Twitter shaming. If he keeps that up, sooner or later he’ll find himself on the losing end of a third degree assault charge (especially if there are witnesses, which there usually are in NYC), facing jail time and looking for a new job with a criminal record. But hey, it’s all worth it just for the thrill of shoving a woman, right?
It’s satisfying to see the bewilderment when people like this step outside 4chan and Fox News, having been told by Dear Leader that whites and men can now metaphorically shoot people on Fifth Avenue and get away with it, only to discover that in fact, most people in the outside world still have functioning moral compasses and don’t take kindly to this sort of shithead toddler behavior.
I’ve encountered people like the supposed body-slammer. I’m thin so people look at me and assume I’m a weak little waif, but it’s quite the contrary. I have a lot of muscle. I find it funny when men try to use me to prove that they’re strong or whatever, and they try to knock me over or pick me up and can’t because I’m much heavier than I look.
Well, I must say that the tale of the body slammer is probably true. Here in NYC it can get crowded in some strategic locations, especially in the city proper, and it’s not unheard of that people can misguesstimate their body clearances in a crowd and try to dislocate someone’s shoulder in passing. It’s happened to me. And most of the time when someone just bulldozes right into you and you don’t hear the doppler ripple of even the vaguest “s’cuse me” in their wake, you think to yourself “rude fucker!” but whatever, he’s in a hurry, you’re in a hurry, no time to chase him down and make him pay for his boorishness, so most of the time people let it go. It is rare, most people here are really good at getting through a dense rush hour crowd.
That being said, you manage to drop someone to the ground, and you’re likely going to be taken to task by several passersby. We’re fast and busy, but we’re not savages. And woe be unto you if you jostle roughly with an out of towner in the middle of like 34th Street or some such. Most folks here think like “hey, I live here so I chose to live rough, but this here is a poor innocent hapless photo-snapping gazelle wandered in from South Korea, why you gotta be such an arse, man?! Where was you tryin’ to go, Lee Sun-jae-shi? K-town is thatta way.”
I am a thin weak little waif they could throw to the ground but I always have like 3 knives on me and I don’t really have a problem with using them. But really any big city trips I’ve gone have been with My fiance .Who decked a guy for pinching my ass once. Idk maybe we should just steal the dudes car or bike if they do that.
Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply there’s something wrong with being a waif! I was just trying to describe how I feel like they are thinking at the time when they are about to pick me up. I hope I didn’t offend anyone, sorry again!!!
@Yutolia
No worries, you didn’t do anything wrong. We can’t all be like
Serena Williams who looks like she should be in wonder woman. Just some of us that look small and week are actually small and week. It makes pretty scary because we are targets for guys like this. There is a reason I have weapons on me every time I leave the house, I don’t feel safe in the world.
One of the reasons I don’t mind as much when it happens because I hope they learn their lesson – sometimes it hurts when you try to run into someone, I hope I make them think twice about doing it to anyone else.
I only find it funny when it happens to me, not to anyone else (not that it makes the behavior ok or my response all that great). Also, when I say I find something funny… I’m just starting to learn how much humor is a psychological defense mechanism for me, basically so I don’t go into a complete panic.
@Lainy
Can confirm. Back in my waif days of high school had to be armed at all times. Many a subway pervert had to be introduced to Mr. Sharp and Mr. Pointy or plain old punched if too crowded for bare knives. They did and do target the more delicate seeming girls and women. So yeah. Constant vigilance.
How Many Bones Would You Break to Get Laid? “Incels” are going under the knife to reshape their faces, and their dating prospects.