So here we are. 55% of men are virgins, and not because they’re ugly or socially incapable, but because they’ve been force-fed an unattainable ideal by glowing anime screens. Take Nezuko from Demon Slayer—a literal demon with the face of an angel, unwavering loyalty, doesn’t speak (convenient), and would rather bite down on bamboo than nag. That’s the gold standard now. That’s what the modern male mind has been poisoned with.

Now, throw these men into the real world, where women have opinions, expectations, and—God forbid—flaws. Where romance isn’t a shonen protagonist arc where the girl patiently waits while the man trains to become the strongest version of himself. No, instead, the modern woman has goals, ideas, and won’t simply exist to fuel the male fantasy. And what happens when these poor souls realize reality doesn’t match their anime-warped dream? They retreat. They doomscroll. They fester behind LED-lit keyboards, convinced that it’s not them who’s the problem, but society.

A generation of men, eroded by the delusion of 2D perfection, who would rather perish in their gaming chairs than risk the crushing disappointment of real human connection. And society? It crumbles. Birth rates plummet. Women get fed up. The future belongs to the ones who still remember how to function. Weebs will be remembered as the first self-imposed extinction event.