chapter 252

Owen has nothing, he talks to his wife. He called his mother, they agree to beg Nathan and Doris.

Incels, if women were robots then you could push their buttons and make them dispense sex in the way a coffee machine gives coffee. They aren't robots, or fem-iods, or foids, but people. Your hatred of women shows up in who you are, thus at an instinctive level, below the conscious brain, women will fear you. This fear is there to protect them from having sex with a man who does not love them. Women are people. Their "sex" is a form of bonding with the one they are in love with, male or female. People also tend to love a person who loves themselves, who is at ease with who they are. So maybe work on yourself? Build empathy instead of entitlement and hate? Personally, I only have sex with a guy when I love him. Not a robot.

The "Incel" according to the Oxford Dick-tionary of "we know everything about you assholes who hide behind fake names and avatars," is short for "Incompetent Celibates