I feel like you’re intentionally misunderstanding me at this point, or you only skimmed what I wrote. Nobody said do nothing. I said post memes when it’s time to post memes and post politics when it’s time to post politics. Either way I’m not interested in continuing this conversation if it’s going to involve Reddit-level obstinance.

I would like you to read my reply to the other reply, please.

https://lemm.ee/comment/19543405

It’s just kind of… Completely irrelevant to the post? And absolutely nothing I’m not already painfully aware of, not even a single sentence I haven’t already read 100 times in slightly different wording?

I understand that nearly everyone is in a panicked state and that this stuff is at the top of their mind at all times here, but that mental state is representative of someone who is, more or less, already fully defeated. It is needless and actually harmful to bring politics into every context unprompted and the reason is actually plainly obvious if you take a step back.

Someone who spends all their time broiling in anxiety has no energy to put up an actual fight. Spreading ideas and calls to action is a valid form of resistance but this is the social media equivalent of hugging your knees and rocking back and forth while sobbing in a corner. People who care need to use their limited energy wisely in ways that will have appreciable impact. What this kind of posting does is reduce other people’s capacity to engage.

My parents, for example, have chosen to completely disengage from politics because they see that their peers who are tapped in have become frantic and ineffectual.

Effective communication requires you to acknowledge that it isn’t universally relevant in all contexts. It requires you to recognize that both you and your peers need to recharge sometimes.

It’s fine by me, I just can’t stand the british elitism

Holy shit dude touch grass

I love a rant as much as the next guy but this is a meme

Also, did you know aluminum is the original word for the metal? The aluminium spelling was invented by British people after the fact simply because they thought it sounded better. Now they act like we’re illiterate for leaving out the second “i”

Do they have their own songs

Yes. The subgenre is called epunk or incelcore depending on who you ask. Let me be real with you for a second, and please just hear me out: It is the only genuine counterculture in decades. I could explain in much greater detail how this is true but it’s not worth the effort since practically everyone has unshakeable preconceived notions which make engaging with this topic in good faith impossible. Either way, here’s a short list of songs.

• Hard Christ - Cry My Eyes Out
• Hard Christ - Miscarriage
• DethTech - how it feels to be a complete loser
• NEET - Please be patient I have autism
• NEET - Defect
• crustsox - Put Myself To Sleep
• GEZEBELLE GABURGABLY - Nothing Ever Feels Right
• GEZEBELLE GABURGABLY - What’s wrong with my love?
• Fried By Fluoride - Dead by 30
• Fried By Fluoride - why am i not enough?
• Negative XP - Life’s an RPG and I fucked up my build
• Negative XP - Mkultra Victim
• Dumb as Rocks - Low IQ

The idea that incel culture begins and ends at hating women is beyond reductive. It’s about acknowledging a sense of utter hopelessness and the feelings that come with it- despair, dejection, paranoia, hatred, etc. There is hardly any other context where raw emotions are laid so bare without it being sanitized for compatibility with the status quo. They know that it’s misdirected, but the emotions are extremely real. If you pay attention, the music and the culture are a lot more self aware than you probably think. Everyone feels these things to varying degrees and more people are feeling it more intensely with each passing day. You know what I’m talking about. It’s not just politics and economics. The social fabric of our reality is disintegrating. Inceldom is a culture of people who feel this disintegration to the most extreme, agonizing degree, and have found some small solice in each other.

I don’t know why I typed so much. Whatever. Don’t hang me.