Take valid social commentary about capitalism’s commodification of intimate relationships and the impact that has on our ideas of dating
Turn it into ridiculous, hyperbolic, misogynistic, victim complex nonsense
Oh yeah, we’re greentexting today.
Misdirection. The problem is the lack of public commons culture and gathering points in the USA. More sane countries have places people gather in the evenings without exploitation or stigma about showing up alone. Our car centric nonsense and sprawl are a massive liability for present environmental and social needs.
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Bars aren’t really a great solution. Alcohol has a number of downsides. They’re expensive. They’re often loud.
It would be cool if we had a wider variety of third places.
I might drink alcohol maybe one in a dozen-or-so times I visit a bar. Europeans visit taverns and pubs just like visitting any other restaurant. It would be cool if more Americans had a healthier relationship with alcohol, instead of living like there’s nothing between permanent and/or total inebriation, versus absolute sobriety.
Anon imagines half the global population can be the 1%.
Need to expand your dating pool anon.
There’s more to life than girls, so who’s the real simp here? 🤔
To be fair, when you’re touch-starved and attracted to women sometimes it really feels like they’re the most important thing in life lol.
Straight men can, and should, touch each other more often (CONSENSUALLY. I can’t stress that enough). Hugging, holding hands, playing with one another’s hair, giving a gentle backrub etc. between straight men should absolutely be more normalised. We’ve been conditioned that any physical affection between men is a sign of sexual attraction, when history (and many extant cultures) show us that men can physically love one another without any sexual attraction whatsoever. The only reason we’re touch starved is we’re too afraid to be vulnerable with other men.
Not all touch needs are met platonically. Might as well advise touch-starved single men to hug their mothers more.
I hug my wife all the the time. Just makes it hurt all the worse that she doesn’t hug back, let alone our other issues. Hug my kids too. Its not their job, or anyone’s, to satisfy every needy bastard out there, and yet: there’s supposedly mutual attraction for that.
Anon’s got problems, and somehow that’s everyone else’s fault. Classic 4chan
Anyway meanwhile in normal human land, the presence of pornography does not decrease the dating pool.
I’m not siding with the crazy person posting the green text, just explaining their point. They are saying that the simps made it so profitable to be a virtual girlfriend that all women have become one, and there are no girls left that will date him because they’ve learned they can profit off of sex. When you really read it, op is an incel and believes the only thing keeping women from prostitution is the guaranteed paycheck. Op believes that once they realize the money will come in, every girl in the world will become a professional sex worker.
It has decreased my dating pool by exactly 1. My ex started doing porn and I decided I couldn’t go back.
Best thing to ever happen to me. No drunk texts and no forgetting why we split up.
No hate on people who date others in porn. It’s just not for me.
I think my point really is that the number of people who are available to date hasn’t really gone down because the industry exists. Now you may not want to date someone in the industry, and that’s totally fine, but anon doesn’t even have anyone yet and is complaining about a purely theoretical problem as if it’s a real one.
No, they have bigger issues.
I know. However, you said something that made my train of thought pull into a particular station. So you got a useless story because that’s what I do.
And I agree with everything you said.
One trick is to tell stories that don’t go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville? I needed a new heel for m’shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. “Gimme five bees for a quarter,” you’d say. Now where were we? Oh, yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have any white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones…