He's not apologising for asking a shitty question.
It wasn't a revelation to have shitty, boring questions.
But yeah, it was particularly noticeable in that moment how shitty the questions were.
Reading The Red Pill, then, offers two possible answers to the question "how shitty are men really?" The first situates The Red Pill as another toxic technoculture on a spectrum of digital misogyny: on Twitter, any woman who says anything even moderately controversial will receive torrents of direct physical threats as a matter of course.
We sensed weakness – his dreadful nerves – so we pounced and made his life miserable, ruining his class with snide remarks, stupid questions and generally shitty behaviour.
So, Tyler, The Creator came over to the UK to promote WOLF, but rather than forcing him to go to another shitty press event to answer questions like, "YO, DID YOU EAT THE ROACH AT THE END OF "YONKERS" BRUH?" we decided to take him paintballing instead, so some sappy journalists and a few lucky fans could shoot at him.
The answer to the question of how shitty men are, from this perspective, is "really pretty shitty".
I mean... It's a perfectly valid question considering the shitty wedding statistics, right?
These noisy, shitty, violent voices don't question whether they are worthy of being in the world.
I called Molly Smith to ask her some questions about sex work, shitty jobs, and how we can resist a world that's gradually getting even shittier and making us do even more work to survive.
