'Wow, I love your funko pop collection': Six sentences no woman has ever said sincerely

DATING can be depressing, not least because women have to pretend to think men are fascinating in order to stroke their egos. If you hear any of these comments, understand that she is being wildly insincere:

Wow, I love your funko pop collection

Peacocks show off their colourful tail feathers in order to impress a potential mate, whereas you show off your worryingly large collection of these strange little dolls. Hearing his compliment from a woman you have, somehow, persuaded to enter your home makes much more sense when you realise it’s being said in the tone of a mother being presented with a shit stick drawing by her toddler.

You grew up with sisters? That’s so interesting

It’s your proof you’re a good guy as it was, after all, your very feminist decision to be given female siblings. She definitely wants to hear more on how you understand what menstruating is like. Yes, that’s really going to make her find you irresistibly attractive and not a bit of a twat.

Haha you’re hilarious

Spoken deadpan after you performed a Borat impression at a deafening volume and then waited for a compliment like a dog waiting for a biscuit. She’s laughing at you, not with you, and is mainly thinking about how she will spin this tragic excuse of a date into a funny anecdote for her mates.

Of course you’re not mansplaining

You’ve just spent 15 minutes drilling her on why the gender pay gap is imaginary. Just because you footnoted it with ‘sorry if I’m mansplaining’, does not mean her reassurance was not incredibly sarcastic. Not that you’d notice, as you’ve already started on a tedious lecture about how the George Lucas remasters of the original trilogy destroyed the franchise’s aesthetic texture.

Tell me more about your screenplay idea

It’s a win-win situation. You get to describe your movie, which you believe would eclipse all of Marvel, in painstaking detail. She only has to nod along, and gets a break to sink her pint and mentally transport herself to somewhere where a man isn’t telling her ‘he’s like Jack Ryan crossed with Indiana Jones, but with my personality’.

Sure, invite your friends

She gave up on the idea of having sex with you approximately four minutes into this date, so your adolescent idea to invite your pals to join you in the pub hasn’t lowered your chances any further, at least. It has, however, increased the chances of her shagging one of your mates instead.

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'Have you tried going to a dentist?': Classist things you couldn’t help thinking during the riots

AS a good liberal you know you shouldn’t pass judgement on people whose lives you don’t really understand. Sadly you couldn’t stop these thoughts popping into your head:

Haven’t you got jobs to go to?`

In fairness, the answer is frequently ‘no’, although this does imply it’s fine to go to a race riot on a Saturday, which it’s really not. Part of the annoyance for people with jobs is that you have to be responsible and not end up on TV or all over Twitter. Explaining why you were trying to burn down a hotel full of people would require some pretty quick thinking in your PDR.

The grey hoodie/jogging pants combo really isn’t a good look

It’s time to admit that this ugly fashion choice makes you look like you’re wearing pyjamas or a 50-something woman’s jogging outfit. In 20 years’ time it will be viewed in exactly the same way as we do the fashion abominations of 1970s, so stop wearing the 2020s equivalent of brown polyester flares with a kipper tie and a Jason King ‘tache, or worse still, dungarees.

Have you tried going to a dentist?

It’s near-impossible to find an NHS dentist in some areas, which is a disgrace, so you’re probably a bastard for thinking this. Even so, confronted with the frankly remarkable toothlessness of some of the underclass you can’t help but wonder: have you really tried to get that fixed? Probably they have, and you’re just being prejudiced. Perhaps them spouting idiotic racist crap has somehow reduced your sympathy in some mysterious way?

They should read the Guardian

Reading the Guardian would actually give people a slightly better understanding of immigration and society in general. However this is still the most naive and embarrassing thought you’ve ever had, however briefly. What are you going to do, stand in the middle of a neo-Nazi riot and ask if anyone’s read Marina Hyde’s wonderfully acerbic takedown of Richard Tice?

Shaven-headed blokes all look the same

Ironically, it’s usually racists who say ‘they all look the same to me’, but a shaved head eliminates hairstyle differences, and combined with the yob uniform of t-shirt, shorts and worryingly distended beer gut, it really does make racist thugs look entirely interchangeable. Maybe there’s only 30 of them, and they just travel around a lot.

Does anyone here have a degree?

You should be thinking ‘This sickening race hate has got to stop‘, but your brain decides to randomly chip in with: ‘I bet none of these chumps has got a degree!’ It’s genuinely pathetic, but unfortunately we all have what is best described as an ‘awful’ part of our brain. It’s the same part that watches a shark attack on YouTube and goes: ‘Tsk, I’d have thought it’d at least have had his leg off!’

‘Legitimate concerns’ might be bollocks

The thinking behind this is that those on the lowest rungs of society’s ladder fear immigration will take their jobs and leave them a minority in their own towns. Then you realise that for many people racism is a nasty ego trip, bricking a mosque is a fun day out, and they just love the warm glow of victimhood. Also, crying about protecting British culture is a bit rich when you’ve got a f**king swastika tattooed on your back.