As the author of a series of works going under the title Ruminations of a Low-Status Male, I feel myself possessed of an obligation to address the incel phenomenon with an eye towards broader, civilizational concerns. I began this series with a blunt and unqualified “I am not a successful man.” I meant what I said then, and I mean it now. Thus, I in no wise speak condescendingly to anyone on this subject. I certainly do not perceive the incel as my inferior. He could even be said to be my spiritual “brother,” in a way. I do, however, view the incel mindset, as I have come to understand it, as fatally lacking in wisdom or foresight. In fact—to posit the very sort of “horseshoe theory” so commonly reflexively mocked in certain circles today—I think a case can be made that embracing the incel perspective is little better than embracing the very perspective that the standard incel is most likely to despise.