Feminists tend to be inherently miserable people. Not only do they dislike happy couples, they dislike ANYONE who is happy. In the end, they will die unloved, unremembered, and most likely unnoticed . They will have been born, lived, and died, and no one ever gave a flying fµck. And they know it, and hate it, and they long to be happy but don't even know what happy is, and because they lack the intelligence and self reflection to improve themselves they double and triple and quadruple down on their destructive path. But if they see others who did it a different way and seem to have it together, they get triggered like old, fat, ugly, disgusting cat ladies always do. The young ones know that solitary holidays are their future, so they want to drag as much of the world down with them as possible. They would rather die alone and in Scrooge like misery than admit they were wrong.