Clav is a pimp who scouts women for OF, runs clubs, has been doing hard drugs and hitting himself with hammers since he was 14, and is possibly a rent boy for Peter Thiel.
He's not a philosopher conducting a social experiment. He's just a mentally ill degen with body dysmorphia.
Clavicular will be explaining how bad hypergamy has gotten, almost tearful about the conditions that created him, and women in the replies will post, “He’s 5’11 btw” as if this somehow nullifies his point.
Clavicular does not intend to ‘provoke’ anyone; he is no Andrew Tate. He comfortably holds a vanity mirror to the dating market which has subsumed the whole of civil society, and forces us to peer into it.
He does not add or subtract anything, he does not exaggerate our features. If we recoil spitefully, we recoil at our own reflection. The irony is made richer that all his enemies, angered that he has taken a picture of the loveless, transactional market in which they traffic, resort to insulting his appearance.