What kind of woman ‘falls’ for a freak like Andrew Tate? I know the answer

So stupid, they deserve it? It’s time to stop thinking like that

Imagine you’re not you, right now. You’re stuck in some disgusting rotting concrete block of a dead town, full of boarded up shops, no jobs, and no hope. Your teachers were some of the worst in the country, and in classes of thirty-five kids with behavioural problems and systemic poverty, you fell behind. You blended in, got forgotten, and fell out of the system at sixteen. No one cared. Maybe you wanted to be a model or movie-star once, but now you’re a cashier. No woman in your world has ever had a career, a plan, or an education. Every day is the same: the same frozen food out the freezer, the same brain-dead job working a till or reception, the same filthy bus reeking of urine home, the same boredom under the blue light from the TV. One day, you’ll get pregnant and become invisible behind the rattle of a stroller over trash. You’re trapped like a rat in this world. You’re never going to get out. You’re never going to leave.

It’s never going to get better for you.

You look up the glowing tanned face of an influencer from Love Island and long for the yachts, the money, the surgery, the clothes, the private jets, the houses. It’ll never happen. How do you even make money as a woman? How do you even get a job that gets you that kind of life?