had nothing to do with his looks or height

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4827600&forum_id=2#42409888)

he would have gotten hugely rich and then still killed people because he still wouldn't have gotten any chicks lol.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4827600&forum_id=2#42409900)

it's amazing he never poasted, he seems like he would have really fit in

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4827600&forum_id=2#42412182)

In hypergamy, it's impossible. Even in the improbable world of perfect monogamy, it's still impossible because there's 70 million fewer women on this planet than men. Male genetic lottery losers literally can't win.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4827600&forum_id=2#42409978)

"LOL IF A GUY CAN'T FIND A DATE IT MUST BE HIS PERSONALITY."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4827600&forum_id=2#42409936)

Option 1: Decades of being alone.

Option 2: Die young.

He chose option 2 with a flourish. There is no third option.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4827600&forum_id=2#42409955)

I'm short and OK looking, though far from a Chad, and had pretty limited success with online dating. I think it's Chads getting a lot of girls, but I also think that the signal to noise ratio that women have to deal with means that even Chads aren't pulling tail left and right. Set up a Chad tinder and you'll see what I mean. I set one up using pics I found on Reddit and, while Chad had far more matches than I ever did, women rarely initiated conversation, and only occasionally responded when I (as Chad) did.

IRL if you can make a girl laugh and convince her you're not a creep, you're already way ahead of the game.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4827600&forum_id=2#42410411)

If he were full white yeah he could have found a hipster "quirky" creative gf.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4827600&forum_id=2#42410000)

Like most incels, his looks were never his biggest problem, and if the nigga knew how to play his cards right, he could have easily banged a few drunk bishes, mental illness be damned. But obviously the type of nigga that go on a shooting spree ain't gonna know how to play dem cards

was never his looks, it was his personality and mental illness.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4827600&forum_id=2#42410052)

a BMW and clothes from A|X don't change the fact that you're an introverted weirdo. girls can sense that in an instant. he knew his weaknesses but couldn't bring himself to do enough to overcome them. thus the bitterness and self-loathing.

he's really a fascinating character study and his manifesto should be required reading at all American schools.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4827600&forum_id=2#42410427)

In the three days before the shooting, Elliot posted nine Youtube vlogs (video-logs), in which he boasts about his car, boasts about his clothes, admires the beauty of Santa Barbara, and swears vengeance. If we ignore the comments blaming SSRIs (even though he wasn’t taking any), liberals, atheism, gays, and/or the Illuminati, then we can start to diagnose the problem.

The first peculiar species of comment is surprised that Elliot was Forever Alone:

“Elliot in his BMW and his shades practically looks like a male model himself. What surprises me is he actually didn’t get laid based on his looks in spite of his mental illness.”

“He was hot, he could have had plenty of sex if he’d wanted to. Methinks he’s a liar.”

Judging by Youtube profile pictures, these comments are almost exclusively written by men. You know who is impressed by a BMW, Armani, and $300 glasses? Men. Most women do not care, not for one millisecond past when you open your mouth. If you wanna brag that you have a 12 inch penis, that your League of Legends skills are nonpareil, or that your dad is Joe Biden, you’re going not going to find much love. You might, however, impress some men:

“He’s rich has hell, his dad worked on the hunger games, he drives around in limos, and rides 1st class planes and goes to hollywood event. he could have easily picked up a girl at the bar.”

Elliot, an image-obsessed narcissist, chose these particular boasts for a reason. “I’m a really cool guy; it’s not my fault girls don’t like me.” What websites did Elliot frequent? bodybuilding.com—self explanatory—and PUAHate.com, a forum for those angry with successful male pick-up artists. Note his phrasing: he says “girls aren’t attracted to me” quite a lot, says it in practically every paragraph of his one hundred forty-one page manifesto, but only in his final video does he say “YOU girls aren’t attracted to me”. Who was the manifesto meant for? Men.

I’m not saying Elliot was gay. I’m saying that, if you’re wondering:

“Hasn’t he heard of prostitution. damn he should of just called up a hooker if he wanted to get laid so bad.”

then you’re missing the point; he’s not trying to get laid, he’s trying to be a Man. Why should The Supreme Gentleman have to pay for something other men get for free? (Elliot says exactly this on page 120 of his manifesto.) Similarly, if you’re wondering “Why didn’t he just lower his standards?” you should consider this altercation with his roommate:

So far, Spencer and I had gotten along quite well despite the fact that we never talked much. An incident happened at the end of January that changed all of this. I one day discovered that Spencer had a girl in this room. I couldn’t believe it. The short, chubby guy was able to get a girl into his room before I did! I was so shocked and outraged that I waited outside his room until the girl left, so I could get a glimpse of how she looked. To my relief, she wasn’t that attractive. What made me even more angry is that Spencer gave me a smug look when I saw the girl, even though she was ugly. He had the nerve to feel like he was better than me, just because he managed to get a girl over to the apartment before I did! I confronted him in the kitchen on that same night, telling him that he is foolish to feel proud about having an ugly whore in his room. This made him angry and offended, which is what I wanted. I wanted to offend him as punishment for his insolence.

Take a step back from our culture. If a woman is “hot”, that does not maker her a better lover. It does not make her a nicer person. It does not make her better at chess, checkers, or croquet. Yes, it’s important to have some initial physical attraction to your partner, but in the long run anyone you love will look like a total babe. The Quest for The Hottest Girlfriend is driven by one thing—the desire to impress other men.

There are many privileges to being male in America, but there is also a price: you are stuck playing a game you can never win. There is always someone better then you; anything you can do, someone else can do better; you see it on the news, you see it on TV, you see it in the movies, you see it every time you go outside; in fact, there’s probably a guy you know, maybe his name’s Christopher, and Christopher is better than you not just in one way but at LITERALLY EVERYTHING, and sometimes even when you’re cuddling with your girlfriend there’s a nagging in the back of your skull that if Christopher was here she’d jump into his arms and leave you in an instant, and since that’s the case, you can never, ever feel secure.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4827600&forum_id=2#42412135)

I breathed in the first breath of life as I entered this world, weighing only 5.4 pounds.

At six years old:

I loved dinosaurs…I had just recently watched the movie Jurassic Park,and when I found out that there was a Jurassic Park themed ride at Universal Studios, I couldn’t wait to go on it. We queued up in the line and waited for an hour. When reached the front, the park staff presented me with a measuring stick, and I didn’t fit the requirements. I saw other boys my age admitted onto the ride, but I was denied because I was too short! The ride that I was so excited to enjoy at the theme park was forbidden to me. I immediately fell into a crying tantrum, and my mother had to comfort me.

Later that year:

My father’s successful directing career was taking off quite well too, and he would go away a lot to direct commercials for prestigious companies, leaving my mother and the nanny to look after me. The only downside of this was my father’s absence from my life. Despite this, I always looked up to him as a powerful and successful man.

Then, at seven, shortly after his parents’ divorce:

Because of my father’s acquisition of a new girlfriend, my little mind got the impression that my father was a man that women found attractive, as he was able to find a new girlfriend in such a short period of time from divorcing my mother. I subconsciously held him in higher regard because of this. It is very interesting how this phenomenon works… that males who can easily find female mates garner more respect from their fellow men, even children. How ironic is it that my father, one of those men who could easily find a girlfriend, has a son who would struggle all his life to find a girlfriend.

Elliot’s narcissistic posturing (“I’m magnificent,” “The Supreme Gentleman,” etc.) is a pufferfish trying to frighten away predators. I could find a dozen more examples of his insecurity (he was bullied, he had few friends, he was ashamed to be biracial) but the one that stabbed my heart was:

My little brother really looked up to me. He was one of the few people who treated me with adoration, and that made me feel at least a small twinge of self-worth. It was quite surprising that he respected me so much, since I had nothing in my life to boast about to him. He even asked me once if I had ever had a girlfriend, and I angrily told him that the matter was none of his concern. I didn’t want to admit to him that girl’s thought I was a loser. If he found out about that, he would respect me less. In order to boost his high opinion of me, I often sugarcoated all of my early accomplishments, such as telling him that I was an expert skateboarder and video game player. People having a high opinion of me is what I’ve always wanted in life.

Later in the manifesto, Elliot, jealous of his brother’s social status, makes plans to murder him. Male-Male competition is not a game you or anyone else can win.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4827600&forum_id=2#42412176)