It occurred to me, while browsing around Incels.is earlier today, that a lot of incel posts would be a little less depressing to contemplate if they took the form of powerpoint presentations.
Here’s a post from today, in which an incel calling himself Subhuman Niceguy attempts, in his way, to explain “What have been the benefits of the Sexual Revolution.” You’ll have to forgive his antisemitism, his mentions of suicide, and a reference to the so-called dogpill; he’s an incel.
*Kikes get rich, because the nuclear family has been destroyed, everyone needs an apartment to live in.
*Cops get rich, because little delinquent children join gangs because their dads are losers.
*Doctors and therapist get rich, lots of suicide attempts and people needing shrinks to talk to.
*Pet shops get rich, because people need dogs to fuck.
*Bars get rich, “might as well get drunk – nobody likes me”.
*Mortuaries get rich, because suicide seems like the only option left.
Wouldn’t it be a little more tolerable if the commenter had turned all his bullet points into powerpoint slides?
Hence the Incel Powerpoint Challenge: Take the weirdest of incel comments and concepts — like the one above, or one that you might find in the archives here — and turn them into terrible powerpoint slides.
I sort of got started with the graphic at the top of this post, but I know you can do it better than that.
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I don’t understand people that buy pets. ever pet I’ve ever had I got because someone’s dog had puppies or I found them on the side of the road
I am unconvinced that PowerPoint improves anything.
Another school shooting, Oxford, Mi.
3 children killed, 8 others wounded 🙁
@Special Frog:
It’s part of the MicroCrap Suite Of Unlearnable, Unusable products
This sounded like a great idea, make lemons from lemonade. But the thought of looking up some of their statistics (to even remember them) was just god awful depressing. Thank goodness for Dave.
Yes, life was so much better when women had even more difficulty making a living than they do now and so were forced to marry men. Let’s bring back those days. I can tell that these incels — who have many, many interesting theories about women, men, sex, sexism, the economy, looksism, their own parents, violence, cultures and politics in the USA and worldwide, and the general unfairness of life — would have no problem supporting a wife and family.
I’d prefer a list of how to prevent incels and misogyny. I thin boys need to be educated about the fact that girls and women are actually (shockingly) human and deserving of the same respect as men. I’m sick to death of all the hate. Men who aren’t incels or MRAs often seem to hate the very people they’d like to have a relationship with.
Sad but true.
@Elaine
It’s weird in England because my mum often tells me that when she was young getting a puppy was easy – her childhood dog had a few rounds of puppies (it was an endless source of envy as a child who was not allowed a dog when she told tales of opening up the airing cupboard to find a batch of newborn puppies in there) and there was always a man in a pub who had a few to offload. She also said they used to let their dog out in the morning to play with the other dogs on their council estate and it would come back for lunch, which is very odd to me – the idea of packs just running wild, living their best life.
But anyway, that was a tangent. For some reason now you only find puppies outside of rescue centres when they are deliberately bred for sale and they are MEGA expensive. I’ve not heard of anyone picking up a free mongrel from non-charity sources in about twenty years. No idea why.
@Elaine The Witch
The most sensible reason to buy a dog is the dog being bred for a specific job(searching, herding, hunting), yeah.
@LollyPop
They are mega expensive AND they are still no healthier than random mixed breeds 🙁
Irresponsible breeding, folks 🙁
@MV96
Yeah it’s awful, my uncle was gifted a cockapoo early in the craze for them by his son in law and the poor little thing almost died due to digestive problems caused (probably) by poor conditions. They couldn’t prove anything but they are fairly certain the apparently kind and reputable breeder the dog was bought from was just a front for a large puppy mill behind the scenes.
Luckily he survived and is an endless source of joy, as the quirks of breeding have meant that rather than a medium-sized, well behaved, poodle-temperamented cockapoo, they have ended up with a cocker spaniel, except enormous.
@LollyPop, over here in the San Joaquin Valley it’s not unknown for people to hang around the front of the local WalMart with puppies to give away. I helped a buddy of mine give away kittens at the local Target a few months ago.
@LollyPop
“Cockapoo” isn’t even a recognised breed, so the best case scenario would have been that two owners wanted to mix their dogs just “for fun”(which wasn’t at first even what you thought was yours).
You got the worst case scenario.
Excuse me, what the actual fuck? Are we just gonna gloss over this? Was the sole purpose of this post just to justify beastiality?
@Diego
I think the OP is accusing all the women of buying all the dogs, because they think women have large dogs solely for the purposes of yikes.
Which isn’t really any better… but at least the people that are buying the dogs are not actually doing what he thinks they’re doing?
Still, sounds like a dude who needs to never be around either women or dogs.
Because yikes.
OK, not quite PowerPoint; but whiteboards are sort of in the same vibe right?
@Elaine The Witch
Every time that I have bought a pet at a pet store, it was because I made the mistake of looking at the guinea pig pen and fell in love with one.
You seem new to incels. They have this obsession with bestiality, almost as much as they are into pedophilia.
You do realize a lot of the reason for purposeful breeding of disabling deformities into show-quality animal strains: conspicuous consumption and conspicuous waste. A German shepherd with a banana back and the resulting hip dysplasia isn’t going to be chasing sheep; a Persian cat with a concave face isn’t there to catch mice.
(By contrast: here’s YouTube animal groomer Vanessa De Prophetis—AKA The Girl With The Dogs—and her client of the day, a German Shepherd from a kennel devoted to producing working dogs; tell me Vantablack doesn’t look like she’s about to guide you on an epic fantasy quest:
@MV96
Agreed. the only time my family had a pure breed dog was because they were one of my dad’s hunting dogs. I got to name one when I was older. Named her Katie. she was the last hunting dog my dad ever got because hunting got to hard on him so Katie really became a pet. I remember though, she went into her first heat before we could get her fixed. That was an experience. we had to keep her pinned up so that none of the male dogs that were around could get her. Neighbors down yonder had a Mastiff. his name was butch and he like camped out around her pen, peeing on everything, really tried to just wait it out until we let her out of the pen. Funniest thing I ever saw one day was a poodle, not a small one, just a regular size poodle, walking down the dirt road. he took a turn, went into our back yard. Saw ol butch standing there by the pen and just went “…nah I’m good” turned back around and walked the other way. It amazed me because normally two male dogs will kill each other to get to a female in heat.
@ full metal ox
Here’s some relevant words from Scooby Doo designer, Iwao Takamoto:
Working dogs are awesome. Kind of one of the reasons Alaskan huskies are one of my favorite bits of nerdery.
They aren’t a “breed” and they have extreme phenotypic variability with respect to appearance, outside a few key traits.
But behaviorally and genetically, when you look at some of the more established mushing kennels? They’re about as tight as any legit recognized breed.
Cool dogs. Not for people who aren’t willing/able to do a lot of exercise, unless you get one of the rare couch potato floofs (which exist but are so rare).
But good dogs. Working dogs and mutts all the way!
But not in the way incels think because NO. Ew. No. Nope.
I always used to buy ‘working dog’ dog food for Sas because there’s no VAT on it.
I felt really she should read a bit of Marx to qualify, or at least get a flat cap or something. But luckily the Revenue didn’t seem to check up on such things.
Kitties. My husband brought two cats to the marriage, both of them foundlings, both of whom had long and relatively happy lives with us. (One of them was very shy, but he took to me and thus stopped trying to timidly compete with the other cat for my husband’s attention.)
About a year after we married, we adopted my Sneakagirl from one of the local shelters, in part because she was the only black kitty of her litter and everybody else had already been adopted, so she needed to come home with us, obviously.
Then we acquired a cute lil’ tuxedo kitty who showed up on our porch one morning, about 3 months old, a pound underweight, crying desperately to be taken care of. We found out later from a neighbor that SOMEONE (who deserves to sleep on a bed of jumbled Legos FOREVER) had dumped a box full of kittens a few days before our little guy joined our family.
Not long after that, we acquired Little Miss Stripey, who was a rough tough 6-month-old, who caught sight of me while I was getting the newspaper. She was apparently the runt of her litter, and she’d been on her own for a while, judging by the state of her paws. She had a semi-feral streak all her life, but she adored Mr. Parasol until the very end.
Most recently we said goodbye to the fluffy black kitty who stole my husband’s heart on a trip to the pet store – that store regularly provides space to local shelters so that cats can be adopted. Mr. Parasol called me from the store and explained that there was a black fluffy kitty suckling a corner of the carpet square in his cubicle, and we took him home that night.
Right now we’re down to the Smolder Twins, two grey shorthaired brothers born to Isis, a cat adopted by a friend who found her wandering around his neighborhood … and the day before he was going to take her in to be spayed, he discovered she was an Unwed Teenage Mother. All four of her cats were adopted – we got the boys, and two other friends got the girls.
We love each and every one of them, even the ones who are no longer here.