Look, you used to be able to tell the incels from everyone else—they were the ones on 4chan arguing about feminized soy protein while their VHS copy of Taxi Driver gathered dust. Now? Spite Magazine's just polished their sociopathy into something you'd find at a Brooklyn warehouse loft party. They still think women are treacherous, but now it's with a smirk and a decent haircut. It's kinda impressive, honestly. Suddenly being an incel isn't about tendies and virginity—it's about being Too Smart For The Hoes, about rejecting the whole capitalist dating apparatus. It’s rejecting normies with enough ~aesthetic~ to get interviewed by Nylon magazine. So yeah, we've successfully gentrified misogyny. Progress!