1. To be that rich and pretty and somehow not get laid, you have to be a the perfect picture of a sergeant major general of (I won’t say douche, that word is overused, that word is dead, that word is… auugh…) cough DOUCHEVILLE.
2. You can’t blame the PUA/manosphere web region for creating Sergeant Major General Crazy-Shades, because, well, for starters, he was ANTI-PUA, precisely because their advice didn’t work for him—for very, very obvious reasons. Look, if someone with an eating disorder shot up a bunch of fashion models because they paid for Jenny Craig and it didn’t work, would you outlaw Jenny Craig, or would you assume that person was unhinged to begin with? Jenny Craig might be a ripoff, sure. But are you going to cancel high school because of Dylan Klebold?…. Actually, that’s not such a bad idea. The kids would love it, and I would finally be able to afford to buy an apartment without having to worry about paying $500 in taxes a month on the “property” I “owned.” Parents, pay for your own little crazy fuckers.
3. If you really wanted to stop future outbreaks of losers such as Crazy-Shades here, you would teach rich people to raise their kids properly again. I hate to say the English are ever right about anything, but oi aristoi used to know, at least through tradition and instinct and still remembering who Heliogabalus was, that if their kids never faced any sort of humbling experience or frustrating trial, they would grow up to be shitty, lunatic monsters. If you must blame anything for this, blame it on the demise of confusing, poorly-written Latin grammars and corporal punishment in the private schools. This kid shouldn’t have been given sensitivity training. He should have been beaten over the head with a copy of Smyth’s Greek Grammar and humiliated till he learned to decline his mi-verbs.