Recently there has been a kind of uproar on social media and popular news websites concerning incels. After the van attack in Toronto some ‘journalists’ and self-righteous twitter personas have been delving into incel culture and trying to understand our experience of life. This has led to some pretty entertaining articles being posted, some of which actually include claims toward the existence of ‘women incels’.

Let us be perfectly clear with you: you do not and will not ever understand what it is like to be an incel. Any attempt you make to write about us or summarize our way of life with your high-flown academic petty elitist language is viewed from our side as soulless voyeurism. You are like rich attractive people who go to zoos with their sweethearts because they need something to distract themselves from the empty tedium of their boring lives. We all know why you are really here. You want to alleviate the guilt you feel for having success in the sexual marketplace. You secretly know that the incels represent the losers of the world, but you don’t want to admit that real Losers actually exist, because that would make you a winner. And in our culture of victimhood and muh privilege, anyone who is a winner is automatically suspect. So you come here and selectively fish out anything that you can use to re-paint yourselves as victims.

I have read all the articles that have come out since the van attack, from the New York Times to the wannabes on Medium, and they are all laughable. You people have absolutely no idea what it’s like to be at the bottom of the barrel, to be truly invisible. You understand oppression and marginalization only in fashionable terms. You know that talking about race and transgenderism will get you pageviews. It’s totally inconceivable to you that a straight male could suffer, that he could suffer as much or more than your beloved Marginalized Groups, that he could experience a deep, unbearable loneliness in today’s society. Even the people writing about us right now are doing it in a kind of distanced, unsure way, like ‘Woah, is this real?’ It’s ridiculous and embarrassing and just reaffirms our conviction that the outside world, the comfortable well-adjusted latte-sipping elites, with their well-groomed facial hair, their hook-up culture and their rayban glasses, are utterly disconnected from reality.

If you are here on a sightseeing tour, or to openly mock without any kind of understanding whatsoever of our way of life, then I urge you, please, go the fuck away.