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A very weak man or women/ non gender specific.
“A weakling , mason is often called a manlet by my friend mila.
A manlet is a male, too short to be considered a man. Any male shorter than 5ft10 is a manlet. A manlet suffers from manletism, a devastating condition which gives rise to the Napoleon complex that afflicts all manlets. The only cure for manletism is for the infected manlet to embrace his inherent effeminacy and become a manmore's prison wife.
Look at that silly, little manlet boy, prancing around in high heels over there! The sissy manlet is probably on his way to visit his prison daddy!
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Manlets are males who are shorter than 5ft10. They suffer from manletism and can often be found futilely lifting weights in the local manlet pit, in a hilarious attempt at increasing their nonexistent masculinity or prancing around town in high heels after embracing their inherent effeminacy.
Look at those silly manlets tussling over a pair of high heels over there! Oh, I thought they were just a bunch of little girls...
A mentally masochistic and excessively ego-driven manlet boy (a male shorter than 5ft10), who is extremely prone to magical thinking and manlet rage. The term was coined by Elliot "The Supreme Gentleman" Rodger (aptly named The Virgin Killer by the media) during his unsurprisingly unsuccessful period of residence in Isla Vista, California while senselessly attending Santa Barbara City College and first published in mortifying videos with hilarious titles such as: "Why do girls hate me so much", "Life is so unfair because girls don't want me", "My reaction to seeing a young couple at the beach, Envy" on his now defunct YouTube channel and in his manlet manifesto "My Twisted World". In a highly amusing manifestation of manlet mathematics and guy height, Elliot "Tall Tales" Rodger liked to claim that he was 5ft10, his shamefully stunted truthful height being around 5ft6. Evidently afflicted with a Napoleon complex deluxe, unquestionably suffering from Napoleon complex psychosis and after having been bullied throughout all of his lowly life for being a Little Napoleon, rejected by every women in southern California, wasting thousands of dollars on lottery tickets (like the money-hungry dwarf that he was) and fracturing his delicate, little ankle in a fruitless fight against a group of laughing manmores, it was only a matter of time before the queen of manletism finally snapped and embarked on his abominable "Day of Retribution". Short people got no reason.
Natalie: Why is that garden gnome over there wearing Gucci sunglasses and a Hugo Boss shirt? Erin: Supreme gentleman manlet detected. Let's throw our high heels at him and see if he goes Bagel Boss Manlet on us! Natalie: Manlets BTFO. Hahahahaha!
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The necessary self-deception every manlet engages in on a daily basis in order not to be driven to madness by the overwhelming misery of manletism. Humorously, by constantly and utterly deluding himself, the coping manlet only further inflates his already ginormous Napoleon complex, which leads to well-deserved public ridicule and disgrace. This then results in an intensification of the manlet cope. It's a manletism-induced vicious circle. Manlets, when will they learn?
Coping turbo-manlet: I'm actually glad that I'm not 6ft4. Occasionally bumping my head on door frames would totally suck! I'm lucky to be 5ft2 (starts crying). Superior manmore: Just lol at you - that's pure manlet cope! I can just lower my head. Good luck growing up, you delusional, little manlet boy - hahahahaha!
The crippling condition of being a manlet. Any male shorter than 5ft10 is a manlet. Manletism is inextricably linked to the Napoleon complex, which axiomatically afflicts all manlets. Manlets are very fond of the song Short People by Randy Newman and have in fact declared it to be the anthem of manletism.
Hey, isn't that midget comedian Kevin Hart throwing a hissy fit over there because he's too short to ride the roller coaster? Just brutal, that's one of the most severe cases of manletism that I have ever seen! Prison wife status, no doubt about that.
The matriculated manlet is a silly, little manlet boy who is senselessly enrolled at a college or university. Here the completely delusional and diminutively dwarfed Oompa Loompa wastes his time (when not working shifts at the chocolate factory) by furiously staring at all the tall and happy couples who walk around the campus like the bitter and envious peewee manlet that he is, crying all alone in the girl's bathroom after being asked by campus security if he was there for Take Your Daughter to Work Day and if he had lost his daddy and by being stuffed into backpacks, lockers, trashcans, lunchboxes, drawers, toilets, empty cigarette packs, pencil cases and used condoms like the inherently effeminate and minusculely malformed midget manlet bully magnet that he was always destined to be. When not being examined microscopically while standing on a petri dish by horrified microbiology students, the matriculated manlet is free to indulge in his true passions of girlishly practicing his bumbling cheerdance routine in an effort to become the captain of the local manlet football cheer squad and undergoing a brutal hazing ritual in order to join the only fraternity that would accept him, the Sigma Beta Manlet, by engaging in a fight to the death against fourteen other oiled up, bikini-clad midgets in an electrified bird cage.
Emma: Hey, why is that matriculated manlet tearfully ranting about women while sitting in his BMW in the parking lot over there? I could barely understand his manletspeak. Why all of the manlet rage? Isabella: He approached me, introduced himself as the supreme gentleman and brusquely told me to get in his car so that I can delight in his fabulousness and magnificence. I simply looked down at him and laughingly called him a petite and utterly insignificant little manlet fairy and then he just ran away crying to his Manletmobile. Emma: Manlets, when will they learn?