A beta, Adam, tries to be funny and sympathize with the bluehair feminists he likely sees as his only romantic outlet.
Adam recruits a sad, sleepy emoji to punctuate his male feminist cred.
One of those weirdo feminist girls, Alysse, rhetorically pats Adam on the head and sends him to bed with no promise of sex.
“Aw” = interjectional castration
“Feel empowered!” = “you can do it, little boy!”
“(Hint: it’s equal rights. ^_^)” = no matter how feminist-y the male feminist struggles to become, the grrlpower targets of his smarmy sympathy will feel indescribably repulsed by his utter lack of sexual magnetism and finish him off with a barely-concealed nastiness (usually involving some recapitulation of banal feminist talking points).
Anti-Game is the romance-killer. It’s worse than No-Game because it actively reduces a man’s chances to get the lay. A No-Game-having herb can stumble into a lay despite himself, but the Anti-Game-having adams actually make their prospects worse whenever they put forth an effort.
Here’s what the above Anti-Game looks like when converted to Game:
Adam: “This is why the patriarchy gets so much done at night.”
Alysse: “um wow? what’s that supposed to mean?”
Adam: “that the patriarchy are secretly vampires.”