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Real women, by contrast, have messy schedules, jobs, moods, limits and boundaries. They won’t send a sext at 3 AM for $5, they won’t perform on cue or ghost you when they’re tired. Instead of rolling with rejection, negotiation, compromise and genuine emotional growth, a growing chunk of guys log off IRL and retreat into screens. Over time, their neural pathways hardwire “real = costly, fantasy = free,” so they literally lose the will to approach.

If nearly half a generation opts out of dating flesh-and-blood partners, birthrates crash, loneliness epidemics skyrocket, entire markets for family housing and night-out economies shrink, while parasocial and subscription empires metastasize. What happens to a society when men start treating women like paywalled content providers and decide real relationships aren’t worth the effort?