Plenty of twerps are used to hearing that they're not material for a lay or a relationship. They think that they're not sexy and that they're socially awkward. They may project those feelings on to the women around them, imagining vile females that dare to ignore them are thinking these things about men when really, she's just got other stuff on her mind.

It does no good to point out that twerps are too young, too old, unattractive, have horrible people skills, lack a theory of mind, etc. You're not telling them anything that they haven't told themselves.

Being willfully ignorant to evidence to the contrary, they reassure themselves that the worth of a man is based on other things. A woman, who they're used to ignoring in a professional sense, may only be judged by her looks or ability to lie there and take it, but not so of men! They are the active subject! The doer of things! They develop skills and income! They have hot careers, and employers hot after them. Women need more than their cocks. They need their help and money.

This. This is where you hurt them. Today, I had the privilege of running into an old twerp friend who works in the same field as I do. I used to hold out hopes of having him as a friendly colleague, but eventually, it became clear that he was incapable of having a conversation of a non-sexual nature, and he was all talk. His interest in talking to me dried up when I stopped entertaining this kind of "friendly" lockerroom talk and asked if we can't just stick to professional stuff. I made an effort for over a year to be a good friend, as I stupidly did with everyone, and this animated turd completely lacked the capacity for reciprocating. He didn't think about any woman if she wasn't around for him to try to either use in some way or attempt to scandalize with his bogus stories.

Why had I persisted for so long? Simple: every man talked really highly of this dude and worshipped what he touched. They chased his tail like greyhounds smelling a bitch in heat. Apparently, they think that he's some kind of hotshot wizard in the field. They also talked about what an epic friend he was to every man. I began to realize something, though: I'd never seen shit out of this dude from my perspective. Again, it dawned on me that this was all talk.

Back to today. A social situation comes up with this guy, Mr. Wizard. He can't easily avoid talking with me, and he has no real reason to him. I'm just boring to him, as a female that he can't dump his sexual energy on. I'm not offensive... Yet.

Finally, it's my turn to unload. I dig into everything that I can. How's the job? Same one? Oh, well, I've made a big move up since I last saw you, and am now making double what you are in an exciting place. How's the "side hustle"? Really, you're still working on that? Seems like the market for that dried up, because of blah blah blah. Are you making any on it? Still in the red? See, there you go. Still doing that hobby with those losers? You should hear about this new toy I got, blows theirs away....

I get him on every single point that he's probably never faced rejection on from a woman, or maybe anyone. He goes from "bored" to dejected, stunned, and not really knowing what to say. The little cherry on top is telling him that I'd help him get a job at my employer, but I don't really know what his skills or professional capabilities are because he never shows them even though we've hung out together a lot. In fact, he doesn't really have much worth as a friend or colleague from what I've seen. Then I walk away without listening to his response to that. Yes, I'm a total dick.

This may be an unique opportunity that's difficult to replicate with your run of the mill twerp, although this isn't the first time that I've gotten to do something like this with one that I knew. Get them right in the "but men built this country and women just live in it" spot. Have fun!