Touch grass, work on your mental health, get a hobby, start participating in society in a constructive manner and start showering.
All good advice on its face. But they do call it “Getting Lucky” for a reason. You can be the perfect specimen and still strike out (with people you’re attracted to in kind). Past that, celibacy and the resulting depression/insecurity has an impact on your mental health even if you’re getting all the other boxes checked. “Don’t be a fucking sad sack if you want to get laid!” is easy advice to give and hard advice to live. Doubly so when you’re a moody anxious teenager, already.
And it is this hyper-individualist “fuck you, I’ve got mine” attitude is a big part of what drives people off the deep end. The Mean Girls tier prejudice stretching to naked hostility that single people experience - particularly as they get older - is just the other side to the incel coin.
One of the things that gets to me is how often they mock the advice that actually helps.
There’s a degree of selection bias. The loudest, proud-boy-est incels are inevitably the ones that have made a brand of the identity and are trying to sell PUA bullshit. There are plenty of people who struggle with “good advice” in silence. And plenty more who take it, improve, start meeting people, and stop being incels.
But the Self-Help industrialization of dating is often flooded with the same simple “Why can’t you just be normal?” tips and tricks that seem ignore how many perfectly normal people are still incredibly lonely. Meeting new people can be scary, putting yourself out on an emotional line is emotionally taxing, finding the time and money to date is often a luxury, and plenty of people who initially fall for one another discover - sometimes painfully - that they aren’t compatible.
When you trivialize love, you aren’t being helpful. Your cavalier attitude towards other people’s pain can even be abusive. Is it any surprise that a person who feels mocked and insulted isn’t fun to be around?
I saw so many people play that game with the take-away “Communism in Eastern Europe / Socialist Latin America / China & North Korea was awful! I’m so glad I live in a liberal democracy where I’ve got rights and freedoms, here in <Insert English-speaking Western Country Here>”. Guys with Ron Paul rEVOLution bumper stickers would explain how we need to keep our guns close and never surrender to those liberty-hating leftists, so Papers Please! couldn’t happen here.
And as the years dragged on, the thing I heard over and over again was that liberty was under attack by Secret Communists who were infiltrating our newspapers and TVs and online forums, our college campuses, our office spaces, and our government bureaucracies. And the vector they were using to do it was… illegal immigration. First it was Al Qaeda slipping over the border to do more 9/11s. Then it was the Insidious Chinese with their America-Hating Confucius Centers, doing brainwashing and kidnapping and god knows what else. And at last it was the mobs of Venezuelan biker gangs, Cuban double-agents, and Che Guevera loving Nicaraguan/El Salvadorian/Mexican Ultra-Left Communists, breaking into the US to steal our welfare and ruin our public schools and take over our suburban neighborhoods.
The only way to keep us from living in Papers, Please! was to find these people and root them out. No more Iranian ISIS infiltrators teaching anti-semitism classes at Columbia. No more Woke DEI transgender employees at the State Department. No more speaking Spanish! Or surrender-monkey French! Or the vile tongue of the thieving, cheating, lazy, stupid Han People!
By god, if there was only some way we could find out who was evil and who was good. Some kind of document that only the righteous, God-Fearing, red-blooded American could carry (because if we caught you being a dirtbag leftist we could take it away). We need some kind of identifying document, some permanent record we could use to track the dissidents. Some kind of papers, please!