As a straight man with an active dating life I can confirm the quirked up chungus epidemic is real.

This isn’t a bit, there’s a significant minority of women whose humour hasn’t changed since “Shrek is love”.

They’re on Tinder and their bios are 4 paragraphs of useless lore. They yearn to be random and whimsical yet they never leave the house. They dress to be seen but not to look good.

Everything is experienced through ironic detachment like a trauma response, they will never love you, they are unloveable. They’ve become too specific and idiosyncratic

Life is performance to them, a series of behaviours replicated from short form content and movies. There’s nobody inside, just references.