Let’s just say it: a whole subculture of men willingly traded real women for dopamine loops from cartoon girls. Years marinating on /pol/ and /a/, you’d think actual flesh-and-blood women were radioactive. They post Teto memes, act like a PNG with autotuned squeaks is somehow superior to anyone you could meet IRL. Why bother learning basic social skills when you can just roll gacha and worship a glitch-free idol?

These guys aren’t victims of “society,” they’re architects of their own isolation. Their dopamine receptors are fried — after years chasing pastel hair and fantasy devotion, no living woman stands a chance. Everything’s a letdown compared to the engineered feedback of waifus who never age, complain, or contradict.
Instead of facing reality, they double down on cope. “3DPD,” they sneer, pretending it’s a grand insight, not just fear of rejection dressed up as taste. Even Teto—she’s not a person, she’s code. But she’s “better” because she can’t ever challenge them or ask for anything in return.

What happens next? This cult of self-neutered men checks out for good, birth rates nosedive, and the rest of humanity’s left propping up a civilization run by aging bureaucrats and anime addicts. Imagine explaining that to your ancestors: “Sorry, grandpa, we chose Teto over the future.”

If they want to waste away behind screens, fine. Just don’t pretend you’re enlightened—you’re just unplugging from life itself.

With how terrible woman are and how isolated the average zoomer is do you think AI girlfriends will unironically be a common thing? What will happen to humanity and how will woman react to men picking AI over them?

>be me
>parents fought a lot and I wasn’t allowed to go outside because mom thought I’d be butt raped
>discover anime and even more devastating hentai
>spend adolescence jerking off and watching anime woman even real porn didn’t get me off because it just reminded me of my parents awful relationship and reality
>eventually find teto and for whatever reason obsess over her read fanfiction, every 250 rule34 post and have a bookmark for the latest uploads of her, watch all her videos and that was six years of my life everyday
>turn 21 and realize how badly I was fucked over my entire life when I saw a group meeting and a guy kissing his girlfriend at the casino by the Krogers I got to
>become depressed ask parents for advice and they just argue and fight again pointlessly who’s fault it is I turned into a “loser”
>think over I have 60 more years of this at worst
Is there anyway to fix the damage my parents did to me? I can’t even drive my mom keeps telling me I am “not ready” and my dad just gives in the few token times he tried. What do I do? Steal from my parents and gamble on the stock market? Go into the woods and become a hermit?

There’s a serious problem nobody wants to admit: anime has warped the expectations of an entire generation of men. The constant exposure to idealized, even cartoonishly exaggerated, female characters has created a fantasy that simply does not exist in real life. These characters are designed to be perfect: eternally loyal, physically flawless, emotionally devoted, and—most importantly—ready to fall in love with anyone who’s just “nice.”

Reality doesn’t work that way. Real women aren’t written to fulfill a fantasy. They have agency, flaws, and their own standards. The idea that you can just exist, be “nice,” and an amazing woman will fall for you forever is a lie. Yet millions have internalized this script. The inevitable disappointment that comes from the collision of fantasy and reality is leading to more and more men checking out entirely. Instead of facing the real world, they retreat into endless anime and waifu simulacra, wasting their lives on pixelated illusions.

It’s not just about escapism. It’s about a fundamental disconnection from the reality of human relationships and a refusal to accept the effort, risk, and often rejection that comes with pursuing real women. The result? Declining birth rates, collapsing relationship markets, and a generation that would rather chase a digital dream than deal with reality.

The longer this goes on, the worse it gets. At what point do we admit this is a problem?

Is life even worth living if you can’t a girlfriend that looks like picture?

Let’s be real about the absolute state of the zoomer generation. Anime and digital escapism have completely warped what people expect from life. So many young men now think existence should just be about coasting—get rich without effort, be famous for doing nothing, and never have to do a single thing you don’t want to do. But the real damage is in what it’s done to expectations around women and relationships.

Look at the media these guys consume—wall-to-wall idealized, impossibly perfect girls. Anime heroines are designed to be flawless: always young, always beautiful, superhumanly loyal, bursting with magical powers, no flaws, no real needs, and forever fixated on the blandest “nice guy” main character. The line between fantasy and reality has basically evaporated. What’s terrifying is that for a growing portion of zoomers, this isn’t just entertainment. It’s become their unconscious template for how real women should look and behave.

The result? 60%—sixty percent—of zoomer men aged 18 to 30 have literally never even approached a woman in person. Not dated, not kissed, not even said hi. Why? Because real women aren’t animated, ageless, perfect dreamgirls. They have flaws, opinions, emotions, and sometimes, yes, they’ll reject you. Rather than learn to deal with reality and imperfection, too many guys are just opting out entirely. They’re choosing the endless safety of their rooms, worshipping digital idols, and wasting their finite years watching, fantasizing, and even jerking off to drawings instead of actually trying

>be me
>parents are shit and did nothing by but make me miserable and argue with each other wasn’t even allowed to go outside or interact with others because I would “embarrass” them
>discover anime and teto at 9
>teto makes me feel less alone and obsess over her
>at 14 discover hentai and it was over
>turn 23 last month and feel like my life was a waste
Why did teto do this to me? Anime ruined my life.

I just found out the government will give you money if you’re disabled. I’ve been told I’m retarded by my parents, teachers, and peers. Can I get free money from the government?

>be promised by anime and Disney that I would eventually find a beautiful intelligent and strong woman who would love me and I would love her forever
>turn 20 and realize that woman are absolute shit even at their best and in modern times their worse impulses are outright encourages so I am only left with only obese single mom whores who are outright incapable of loving their own children let alone a man and will hate me for some vague thing a man did to her in the past
This reality is suicidally depressing to me. Why the fuck was I even born into this shit world? It’s not just me either 60 percent as of now American men pretty much swore off woman and who can blame them if this is what they’ll get. How is humanity supposed to continue with the expectations anime gave men about woman? Back then at least men knew woman were shit but expected it and could keep them in line and they were attractive. These days fuck no.

Discovered Teto at twelve years old, back when YouTube autoplay was the wild west and you could go from a Minecraft parody to a screechy pink-haired UTAU cover in two clicks. My first thought was, “what the hell is this,” and then—suddenly—I was in love. Not in the cute “cartoon crush” way, but the embarrassing, terminal kind of love that stains your brain like Gatorade powder on cheap carpet.

Overnight, puberty becomes Teto’s greatest hits on loop. Sex ed? Irrelevant. I’m busy downloading every weird MMD video featuring Teto and pretending I understand Japanese. When the other kids are sneaking peeks at lingerie ads, I’m drawing Teto in the margins of my math homework like a fevered Victorian with tuberculosis.

High school comes, and I’m still here—watching fan PVs, hoarding meme songs, pirating UTAU banks like some degenerate. Friends talk about girlfriends. I’m terrified someone will see my phone background (Teto in a suit, Teto in a swimsuit, Teto as a literal loaf of bread). Every time I try to talk to a girl, I end up comparing her to a fictional chimera with drills for hair and a voice like a dial-up modem. Sexuality? Molded around the world’s most obscure Japanese meme idol. Real women? Feels like watching a movie in a language I never learned.

By college, it’s beyond parody. I can’t socialize—every attempt at conversation reroutes to some deranged internal monologue about Teto’s canon lore or whether I should buy the 1/7 scale figurine with my rent money. Tinder? Deleted in two days. Porn? If it’s not pink hair and twin drills, it’s a total miss. Sometimes I worry I’m the only person in history whose adolescence was destroyed by an April Fool’s joke.

Therapist says I have “attachment issues.” What I hear: “no one else will ever compare to a 31MB ZIP file you downloaded in 2011.” At this point, even Teto would probably bully me.

Why did this happen to me?

I was twelve when anime infected me—a single click to escape my parents’ daily screaming matches echoing through our soulless suburban wasteland. Their marriage was just a never-ending war, two losers trapped together, always blaming each other for how broken I turned out, never looking in the mirror. Anime wasn’t a choice. It was a side effect of being raised in a house with no love, just noise. Teto Kasane wasn’t a waifu, she was an anesthetic. I dove into endless fanfiction, porn, every flavor of digital escapism, because real life was just my parents bickering about who ruined me more.

By fifteen I couldn’t see real women as anything but bland glitches. School? Pointless. Skills? None. Just more anime, more internet, more isolation. My parents screamed about how “lazy” I was, never realizing they made me this way—just fighting and fighting, using me as a punchline in their blame game. Now I’m 24, can’t work, can’t love, can’t feel. Anime didn’t ruin me. My parents did. Teto just made the decline less lonely. Nothing matters. No one wins.

>be me 14 discover teto and hentai do the math
>spend next ten years gooning to teto hentai and fanfiction
>24 now fat bald and no social skills and a virgin unless you count me gooning to Teto hentai or fanfiction
>Fuck you Japan you sold me a lie

I was twelve the first time anime infected my brain—a single accidental click while trying to escape the sound of my parents eviscerating each other in the next room over, their shrieks ricocheting down the endless corridors of our suburban mausoleum. Every day the same: sun-bleached vinyl siding, chemically green lawns, my mother and father locked in eternal, pointless war over who failed harder at life, at marriage, at raising the mistake in the bedroom down the hall. That mistake was me.

Anime was never a choice. It was an inevitability. One minute I was a bored, lonely kid. The next, I was mainlining garish cartoons with eyes bigger than my future and voices higher than my hopes. Teto Kasane was the final nail. It wasn’t just escapism—it was lobotomy. It didn’t save me from my parents; it just anesthetized me while they finished killing anything worth saving. They screamed about bills, about cheating, about who ruined me. They never screamed about me. I was just furniture, another asset to fight over, to neglect, to blame for the smell.

>be me
>grew up watching idealized woman in anime who are not fat, intelligent, strong not just psychically but emotionally, kind (or at least not super cunts), and capable of love and loyalty that is not transactional
>20 now and am expected to marry a fat (all woman are fat by 20 anymore), stupid, cunt, single mom with entitlement issues and is still hung up about how her ex “abused” her and will project it all onto me and expect me to just take it while hating me for taking it
Honestly what the fuck is the point? 60 percent of zoomers never bothered and who can blame them when this is all that’s left. What the fuck happened to make things so damn bad? What sort of sick joke is this? Why is everything in this horrible world such a letdown?