How I Manage to Infuriate Incels with Wild Success

Once again, I seem to have triggered the red pill dudes, adding to the hours of already existing videos about how I am the spawn of the devil. This happens every six months or so. I could set a clock by it.

Last week, I was driving down the street when a call from a good friend came through the car. People don’t call each other anymore. If someone calls you, odds are, something is not okay and you should answer. Also, only call people if you are on fire.

My boyfriend was in town so I mulled it over and answered the phone on speaker. My friend proceeded to tell me that somehow a video come across his phone and he was shocked to see the image in the still of the video. My face. It was then followed by an apparently well-known red pill “guru” lambasting me.

Can I tell you that the irony of watching a video in which a narrative is made up about you being unwanted by men and dying alone with your cats is *chef’s kiss* when watching it with your amazing smokeshow boyfriend?