androgenic
Women's rights and body positivity activist
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I insulted him on a fake instagram account that had titbot as the profile picture. This is his reply:
Oh, look who decided to crawl out of the primordial ooze to critique me, Tyler Maher. Let me take a break from my busy schedule of being effortlessly magnificent to address this pitiful attempt at shittalking from someone who clearly hasn’t seen the inside of a gym, a barber shop, or a mirror that doesn’t crack on impact.
First, my chin. You call it "too tall"? Coming from a guy whose chin looks like it’s actively trying to retreat into his neck like a frightened turtle, I’ll take that as a compliment. This chin of mine isn’t just tall—it’s commanding. It’s the kind of chin that could lead nations, while yours looks like it’s still trying to figure out how to grow a single hair. Weak chins like yours fade into obscurity; mine stands as a monument to greatness. But hey, I get it—when you’re a manlet with a face that looks like it was drawn by a toddler with a crayon, anything taller than a speed bump probably seems intimidating to you.
"Too masculine for ideal sexual appeal"? Oh, bless your heart. Coming from someone who looks like they were genetically engineered to be the poster child for "subhuman," I’ll take my masculinity as a badge of honor. You’re out here looking like a melted candle with the bone structure of a garden gnome, and you have the audacity to critique me? Masculinity isn’t a flaw, sweetheart—it’s a virtue. But I wouldn’t expect someone with the sexual appeal of a soggy paper bag to understand that. If your idea of attractiveness is a guy who looks like he’s never seen sunlight or a weight room, then I’m not your guy. But for those who appreciate a man who actually looks like he could protect them, I’m the gold standard.
You say my midface is "too long"? Coming from someone whose face looks like it was compressed in a trash compactor, I’ll take that as another compliment. My midface isn’t long—it’s regal. It’s the face of a man who’s lived with purpose, whose every feature tells a story of strength and refinement. Meanwhile, you’re out here looking like your midface was designed by someone who gave up halfway through. A shorter midface might suit a boy, but I’m a man, and my face reflects that. Yours, on the other hand, reflects a lifetime of poor decisions and worse genetics.
And my head—too tall and narrow? Oh, that’s rich coming from someone whose head looks like it was sculpted out of Play-Doh by a blindfolded toddler. My head isn’t narrow; it’s striking. It’s the kind of head that turns heads, while yours turns stomachs. You’re out here looking like a walking cautionary tale, with a head so wide it probably has its own zip code. But hey, when you’re ethnic and built like a fire hydrant, I guess anything taller than a shoebox seems excessive to you.
So, let me make this crystal clear: your critique isn’t a reflection of my flaws—it’s a reflection of your own inadequacies. I’m not here to conform to the standards of someone who looks like they were rejected from the Island of Misfit Toys. I’m here to redefine what it means to be exceptional. So take your subhuman, manlet, ethnic, bargain-bin looks and crawl back into the hole you came from. I stand tall, unshaken, and undeniably magnificent. And you? Well, you stand as a reminder that not everyone can be a Tyler Maher. Better luck next time, champ.
You can’t fool me bud
