isis_Bleach
The Great Psyop By Women
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So for a little context, I currently work part time in the next city over. There is also a location closer to where I live, but there were no open positions. I asked my supervisor if any extra hours become available, just let me know because I'm interested.
Well a week's worth of hours in the location closer to me came up, and I took them immediately. However when I got there, the man who had been working 12 hour shifts for weeks on end, pulled me aside, wrote down his phone number, and left me with an ominous warning: "The guy you're on shift with is... a little weird. This is my number. Text me, call me, doesn't matter how late it is. If he sexually harasses you or touches you or tries anything that makes you uncomfortable, call me." And well.. I just arrived there. I was like is this even real life? I'm getting a disclaimer before my shift about potential sexual harassment and inappropriate touching... okay. That was a first, and I used to work in restaurants.
Generally, the guy in question was fairly chill. And then he asked how old I was. This is where shit got creepy REAL fast. He didn't believe me first, and then went on about how he assumed I was 'fresh out of high school'. Direct quote. Yeah, ugh. Later on he would go on about how I "must get so much attention, especially when you look 19." I threw up in my mouth a little bit even typing that.
And the leering. CONSTANT LEERING. Eyes up, bud. Like yeah I happen to be a woman and therefore I also have breasts? Can you maybe quit staring for like 2 seconds, or make it even slightly less obvious?
Then the pity. The mournful cries of an incel. "Dating is so hard!" "No one wants to date a man in his 30s, they go for old guys in their 50s." "I give up." "I haven't had sex in 7 years." Like. None of that is my fucking problem. Why do you think I'd give a fuck about ANY of that?
"Everyone's looks and bodies go to shit after 30." To that I said "I very much disagree there." and of course he doubled down, but then went on to say he has "zero respect for anyone who does Only Fan. Good on you for finding a profession you can exploit for maybe 3 years, good luck once you're 25!" Fucking gross.
Bargaining: (what is this, the stages of grief incel version?) "Ever noticed how when pretty guys like Chad on the football team get married out of highschool they have dad bods by 25?" Uh no, and the use of 'chad' as a descriptor, unironically, is the massive red flag it took for me to realize I met an incel in the wild. (This guy also \*almost\* got married out of highschool, so idk why he saw that as some sick burn but its incel logic so..)
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Anyway, as the night was winding down, and I went to get a coffee in the break room, he asked "So do you live alone, or with a roommate?" and I said "I live with my boyfriend. Actually, he lives with me, if we're getting technical." Who knew that was instant incel repellant?
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The next day I returned to my job the next town over, and was informed a full time position would be available soon, if I wanted to take it. And I said "oh, is someone leaving?" and my supervisor said "No, we're pretty sure we're firing someone. They're a problem. So let me know if you're interested!" And yes, I confirmed it is, in fact, incel guy who is to be fired. I'm taking his job.
Well a week's worth of hours in the location closer to me came up, and I took them immediately. However when I got there, the man who had been working 12 hour shifts for weeks on end, pulled me aside, wrote down his phone number, and left me with an ominous warning: "The guy you're on shift with is... a little weird. This is my number. Text me, call me, doesn't matter how late it is. If he sexually harasses you or touches you or tries anything that makes you uncomfortable, call me." And well.. I just arrived there. I was like is this even real life? I'm getting a disclaimer before my shift about potential sexual harassment and inappropriate touching... okay. That was a first, and I used to work in restaurants.
Generally, the guy in question was fairly chill. And then he asked how old I was. This is where shit got creepy REAL fast. He didn't believe me first, and then went on about how he assumed I was 'fresh out of high school'. Direct quote. Yeah, ugh. Later on he would go on about how I "must get so much attention, especially when you look 19." I threw up in my mouth a little bit even typing that.
And the leering. CONSTANT LEERING. Eyes up, bud. Like yeah I happen to be a woman and therefore I also have breasts? Can you maybe quit staring for like 2 seconds, or make it even slightly less obvious?
Then the pity. The mournful cries of an incel. "Dating is so hard!" "No one wants to date a man in his 30s, they go for old guys in their 50s." "I give up." "I haven't had sex in 7 years." Like. None of that is my fucking problem. Why do you think I'd give a fuck about ANY of that?
"Everyone's looks and bodies go to shit after 30." To that I said "I very much disagree there." and of course he doubled down, but then went on to say he has "zero respect for anyone who does Only Fan. Good on you for finding a profession you can exploit for maybe 3 years, good luck once you're 25!" Fucking gross.
Bargaining: (what is this, the stages of grief incel version?) "Ever noticed how when pretty guys like Chad on the football team get married out of highschool they have dad bods by 25?" Uh no, and the use of 'chad' as a descriptor, unironically, is the massive red flag it took for me to realize I met an incel in the wild. (This guy also \*almost\* got married out of highschool, so idk why he saw that as some sick burn but its incel logic so..)
​
Anyway, as the night was winding down, and I went to get a coffee in the break room, he asked "So do you live alone, or with a roommate?" and I said "I live with my boyfriend. Actually, he lives with me, if we're getting technical." Who knew that was instant incel repellant?
​
The next day I returned to my job the next town over, and was informed a full time position would be available soon, if I wanted to take it. And I said "oh, is someone leaving?" and my supervisor said "No, we're pretty sure we're firing someone. They're a problem. So let me know if you're interested!" And yes, I confirmed it is, in fact, incel guy who is to be fired. I'm taking his job.
