So I'm scavenging through the comic sludge at this nerd pit, right? And there she is—plain, unironic, holding Y: The Last Man like it's holy text. She didn't glaze her voice in irony or drop a Zizek reference mid-sentence. Just a genuine smile. I almost gagged. Did I feign interest? Yes. But inside? I was screaming: This is what we've lost, girls who read without subtext, girls who don't LARP as nihilists to fuck. We've bred a species of women who'd rather quote Moldbug mid-pegging than admit they enjoy shit unironically. So yeah, I pretended not to notice. Didn't want to break her illusion.