I just woke up from a nightmare in which I was in a college classroom (or maybe a high school classroom, since I'm a failure who has never actually been in college before and the images and emotions in the dream were based off of traumatic high school memories), in some kind of feminist class, and I was the only male there, a fat ugly awkward virgin neckbeard, surrounded by "perfect nerd grils," the types who are attractive and popular and get straight-A's and know how to play piano and violin and play sports and take every extracurricular available offered by the school and are "writers" that write daily articles on internet blogs from a gurrl's perspective and think they are comediennes, usually annoying and pseudointellectual.
The teacher was a short fat short-haired glasses-wearing ~50 year old woman who was really nice and friendly and sweet to all the girls in the class, but passive-aggressive or outright hostile toward me, and frequently made jokes at my expense, to which every single girl in the class laughed at me for being the "dumb male." Generally it felt as though she was teaching the rest of the class, and not me, I was just a gerbil test subject on display for the rest of the classroom to be amused at my expense.
Near the end of the class, the teacher excitedly told the girls that she has one last thing as a surprise for them. She opens the door, and Chad Thundercock and Brad Douchebag and some J.B.-lookalike skinny teen pop idol sex symbol walk in, with gelled hair, shirtless, lean and toned perfect celeb bodies, dancing like male strippers (but not in a gay way; they were clearly enjoying the worship of these feminist whores), and every female in the class cheers. I sit there, ugly, fat and sweaty, feeling envy, feeling shame and disgust for myself, feeling like complete and utter garbage. "Finally a real man in the classroom!" To these whores, I wasn't even seen as a man. I was just garbage. Worthless garbage.
The three Hot-Boyz, during their act, surround me and just stand there dancing around me, as if to emphasize how out-of-place and unwanted I am, as though to imply "one of these guys is not like the others, one of these guys doesn't belong…" and the entire class of whores laughs and points at me. These three alpha male bad-boy sex symbols are dancing around me, objects of desire and worship, and there I am sitting in the middle, an object of scorn and mockery and failure, Feeling humiliated, feeling like the Post too long. Click here to view the full text.