Fonduman, that is very true and a great post.
There is a difference between the world of what we would morally precieve or would like to exist and the reality of the world we live in.
Society and religion often try to paint a picture of what it is to be and do "right". Often being a nice guy, a gentleman is heavily supported and promoted. Media often portrays these concepts of what we'd like the world to be, how we'd like men to behave.
We are taught as children by adults who fail to heed their own moral guides (not sure why we do this. A concept of hoping we can raise the next generation to be better than ourselves I guess? And when has this ever happened?), that that is the goal we should strive for. Sadly the reality is nice guys, the kind who are passive, soft, non assertive and non threatening on the surface do finish last. Superheros often embodied these traits however inside they often posses God-like powers. It's no surprise because of this social delinquents love superheros, they embody the soft and abused outside like themselves but yet they can fantasize on the idea of having a secrete God-like strength.
As a 37 year old adult I see this now but nonshys typically see the reality of this world by puberty and realize there are those who DO and those who DO-NOT in life. The ones who do-not are the ones who will have the world pass them by, being naive, "drinking the Kool-aid", all the while coming in dead last, last in relationships, last in starting their sex lives (if at all) and last at job opportunities and promotions.
Woman aren't waiting on a superhero, they are waiting on a assertive, confident, well-to-do guy. Guys like that don't grow up believing the moralist idea of being a gentleman, they know what they want, they're not worried about stepping on your toes or holiding the door open for everyone, they approach, they get the job, they get the promotion, they score the touchdown...they get the girl.
You go to the movies to watch the newest superhero flick with a small group of friends. At the entrance you hold the door open for a pretty girl you see walking up, out of nowhere this "Alpha" type guy you believe she's with reaches over you and holds the door open for her and himself, then let's go abruptly and walks in in front of you turning to you with a pathetic smirk and look with a "pssh". He walks with this girl to the ticket booth, might buy her ticket you think, they walk inside. Later in the theater you connect with the superhero, you relate to his quiet subdued self and cheer for his heroic actions overpowering and defeating the enemy, while being completely "nice" about it of course, the girl falls into HIS arms and you yell, "SEE! THIS is the way it's supposed to be!" Meanwhile, chad and his first date-girlfriend have left halfway through the movie to his car so they can go to pound town.
At the end of the night who will be happier? The guy who will go home to his computer, his models on a screen and fantasize that he is a superhero and these woman will fall into his arms or the guy who will go back to his place, pass out on his bed with a satisfying smile of banging one of the hottest girls in school with no intentions of calling her back.
I remember in high school how annoyed my older brother was when I showed up around his "social situations". I remember the look of disgust he gave me and the scoffing. Telling me to go away, I was an embarrassment to be associated with. My younger brother and his friends had made an interview style video where each took turns talking about how much of a loser I was...I found the recording. Perhaps that was intentional.
I remember the high school social media club (the kind that make year book videos) approached me to interview, pulled me from class, in the hallway, camera in my face, snickers and hostile mocking. I knew why they were there and I wasn't happy. When the video came out, they showed only a brief clip of my fear and embarrassment, then showed something else.
My social status was obvious.