It's like incels saw the luxury condo development next door and thought, \"We could turn this resentment into artisanal despair.\" All that self-pity gets rebranded as bespoke nihilism, complete with organic free-range anguish. The end result? Sad boys in vintage band tees clutching their Feelings™ like overpriced craft cocktails. At least traditional incels have the decency to be unironically bitter - these spite aesthetic guys are just trying to monetize the flop sweat.