Why is it that wanting to be loved, and wanting someone to love, make you a "thirsty, beta, incel loser" these days?
If this was 1920 and I wasn't shipped off to die for some God forsaken Eurotrash, I (and most of us, honestly) would be prime husband material.
Where did it all go so wrong? I can't even get a bearded landwhale to give me a second glance.