If, God forbid, a semblance of today’s manosphere and more particularly a “looksmaxing” theology had been culturally influential when I was 15, I might have become a follower, or at least a secret one.
For I was mostly a miserable mopehead and an odd, socially insecure duck, seemingly loathed by girls in their mid teens (they certainly had enough agency back then to repeatedly tell me to buzz off…one actually called me “buster” when I tried to launch a convo at the Mindowaskin swim club) and facing all manner of taunts and teasing from my so-called male friends.
I might well have admired Braden Peters (aka “Clavicular”) for I was also convinced I was homely and unworthy of any socially honorable distinction, on top of which I was mostly earning shitty grades.
I eventually grew out of that misery, but long is the way and hard that, out of hell, leads up to light.
