After this talk about guns, I can see why feminists hate themselves so much. Boys really do get to do all the cool shit, like playing with badass war toys instead Sparkle Kitten's Glitter Playhouse, or play sports where you get to actually be fast and jump high instead of be slow and weak while everyone politely claps as though your 7:15 mile time is impressive. The pretty girls get to hang out with the boys who do cool shit, plus get attention for being pretty. And later on, when they're not pretty, they get to have friends and grandkids and whatever. Not so for feminists.
When you're a fat, ugly boy, at least you can get good at programming and video games and memorize tables of statistics for fictional monsters that your friends throw 20-sided dice at. You might
never get laid, but there's still some cool stuff out there. But when you're a fat, ugly girl, what do you even have? You can't get good at gorilla sports like shotput or defensive lineman. You sit down at a computer to how to code up a binary tree in C, and you find your lady brain just refuses to be interested in it. Same when you try to untangle 40k lore or get autistic about the meta in HOI4. Your woman brain won't let you do
anything cool.
So all you can do is seethe. You sit there and seethe how the world has nothing for you, how your ugliness and your fatness give you nothing. What do you do when you literally look like this?
You invent feminism, which is really just formalizing your constant seething about how little life offers a fat, ugly girl, about how mad it makes you that men are cool and fat chicks have no friends.
The only thing resembling joy you can experience is infect a pretty girl with your poison. Find some cute girl in college, point out to her how badass boys are, make her feel angry that she'll never actually
do the cool shit, and just maybe you can convince her to cut her hair off, get a face tattoo, and start eating an entire custard pie every night for dinner.
