Wait, you're saying these things are true but it's poisonous to say so? Or, more charitatively, that reality is composed of a large spectrum of true things and

Wait, you're saying these things are true but it's poisonous to say so? Or, more charitatively, that reality is composed of a large spectrum of true things and it's poisonous to emphasize the kind of true things they're saying? (Or, to comic effect, that a three-valued logic of true/false/cringe is needed to evaluate social theories like that?) --- Here's how I feel about those "hatefacts". First, I don't know that they're true - ages 18-27, really? I know to some extent that Bono from U2 might be able to just waltz in and steal or have sex with my girlfriend. But here's the thing: I don't need to care. I firmly believe in the stoic distinction between stuff that's "up to me" (and I can fight for) and stuff that's not. I know I'm not about to become the protagonist of "Magic Mike 3" or some such optimally attractive man. I also know I have my own kind of charm which I can develop and let the dice roll. It seems to me that the Red Pill stuff is structured exactly like class (and generalized "oppression") resentment. There are extraordinarily fine things and experiences I cannot afford in my current station in life and there are extraordinarily attractive women in the world (I saw a bunch today) that I will probably never enjoy as a mate. (Red Pill would likely say that if I became wealthy I'd get the girls, but doesn't that defeat the point?) But if you're going to be happy at all in life you need to do what you can do. So Red Pill literature reads to me a lot like gender wage gap or black-lives-matter literature. It comes out of a place of disconnect between actions (what I can do) and consequences (what the world gives me) that's actually real. Of course the world's not fair. But it's sometimes painful, isn't it?