Women Seem Wicked and the "Sin" of Empathy

 Was driving down the road when a Doors song came on the radio. I'm not really a Doors fan. Their front man, Jim Morrison, rubs me the wrong way. However, the song on the radio "People Are Strange" had an interesting line that jumped out at me.

It went like this:

"Women seem wicked when you're unwanted. Streets are uneven when you're down"

And I thought in that moment, Wow, whatever I don't like about Jim Morrison, he sure is smarter than all the incels, red pillers and theobros put together.

Why do I say this? Because Jim had enough clarity, maturity, and self-understanding that he knew, just because he was feeling off didn't mean that women were wicked. They just seemed that way.

But incels, red pillers, and theobros have all decided that, because of how they feel on the inside, it must be women's fault. It's not that women seem wicked. To all these little men, women truly are wicked. All women are wicked, especially those that won't fit into the little packaged molds these men demand women to scrunch down into.

Incels, red pillers, and theobros can't zoom out from inside their head. How they feel inside must be the truth. Their heads are so far up their own orifices that they can't see beyond their own noses.

And I think this is why Joe Rigney's book "The Sin of Empathy" is so popular among the theobros. They like it inside their own heads. They don't want to be able to see beyond the limited confines of their own narrow and self-serving thoughts. They do not want to know what it might be like in a woman's shoes. They only want to be able to stand off to the side and judge women from their teeny tiny self-centered views.

"People Are Strange" Lyrics

People are strange
When you're a stranger
Faces look ugly
When you're alone

Women seem wicked
When you're unwanted
Streets are uneven
When you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange