“Here’s the problem. You are what I might call an incel, or close to one. Clearly, you think women owe you something. They don’t. That thing in your pants…” I pointed at it with the knife, which made him tense. “I’ve got one too. Am I harassing women who don’t want to date me? Am I acting like having a Y chromosome somehow makes me better than them? Fuck no, I’m not.”
