Everyone needs to own their stuff. People dated before feminism and after it. Before #metoo and afterward. A woman's decision not to select a man as a companion or spouse can't be blamed on feminism. You can argue it influenced her. But the bottom line is choice.
If she doesn't want you she doesn't want you.
So many pages of replies looking for some ultimate philosophy or coherent worldview behind the 'incel' thing, and here it really is, in the above post. Women have choices, and if they don't choose you, that's just how it goes. Improve yourself and try again with someone else. Or don't and wallow in your being a big loser because some awful woman somewhere had the temerity to say no to you because you are a creepy weirdo, not the supreme gentleman that your twisted ego has convinced you that you are.
And I don't buy this whole "Oooo, life is soooo hard for ugly men!" thing. Lyle Lovett was married to Julia Roberts, remember? And Lyle Lovett looks like the love child of David Lynch and Ryan Stiles. This is hardly very unusual, since women will marry below them in the looks department for all kinds of mystifying reasons, like money, security, social status, or (shockingly, if you believe this incel garbage) the fact that they might just actually love the guy.
As an ex once put it to me during one of our more conciliatory moments (I had been lamenting stress and age-induced hair thinning), "I don't think that's really a problem in itself, for most women; I not only dated but
married a short guy with a large and growing bald spot, and we were together for years!" (It's true; except for her infrequent outbreaks of dating me , they had been together for about 15 years total before they finally called it quits for good.)
I think it's the same thing for all of this stuff that makes these incel dorks so mad: you get the idea that because you're X, Y, and Z, and women have consistently expressed preferences for A, B, and C instead, that you're forever alone and women are all heartless ice queens unwilling or biologically unable to look past all that and see the 'real' you (and of course then choose you, because you're just so undeniably awesome). That narrative is incredibly stupid and self-defeating because it basically enslaves you to considering first and foremost your least desirable qualities, rather than amplifying your good qualities and working on what can be worked on (and I'm aware the number of things in this category is not likely to be as many as you'd hope, but it's also not going to be zero). So it becomes a kind of self-fulfilling prophecy in the sense that you get rejected because 'women only want Chads' or whatever, when in reality you were probably projecting a very off-putting sullenness that 99.999% of women (and men, and children, and puppies, etc.) wouldn't want in their orbit for anything, because it's so caustic and awful.
And so you too have a choice: feel ugly and as a result be ugly, or feel like you can at least
try and maybe something good may come of it, if not romantically at least in your own conception of yourself. And that's much better, because romantic partners may come and go, but you'll always have you, so not being filled with self-hatred (that is a fertile breeding ground for hating others, and hence remaining alone) is pretty important.