“Hey non-incels: The concepts of leagues/looksmatch/lowering your standards are incompatible with the concept of romantic love”
No, they’re not.
“I mean, how deep can this supposed "romantic love" be if people only qualify for each other based on the very thing that is most superficial and supposed to matter the least...one's appearance?”
Dude, you’re looking for sex. You’re looking for someone to willingly touch your peepee. That’s a matter of leagues. Scarlett Johansen is out of your league for dating with an eye towards naked fun time.
However, if you were in regular contact with her for non-sex reasons, such as being a coworker, then romantic love developing is a matter of personalities. Not leagues. The ‘real’ you might click with the ‘real’ her.
It’s two different things.
Of course, you’re a sexist misogynist anthrophobe with a chip on your shoulder chiseled out of fecal matter, so the ‘real’ you hasn’t got a chance, anyway.
“I thought "love was blind," idiots?
I thought "looks fade," idiots?”
They do. You’re insisting on confusing two different things.
“How can you possibly believe in that garbage, but then talk about how "'average' men can still get in relationships if they lower their staaaaaaaan-darrrrrrrds?"”
By ignoring you fuckers.
“I mean, if this mythical "romantic love" existed, why wouldn't incels and supermodels "fall in love with each other?"”
Because incels hate everyone including themselves. No one is attracted to taht.
But you don’t want to hear about that.
“After all, there's no reason to separate people into different leagues on the basis of something as shallow as looks, now, is there?”
Leagues isn’t just looks. It’s also how toxic you are in a crowded elevator.