IS HE MR. RIGHT OR MR. ALT-RIGHT?

New Yorker:

Is your special guy Mr. Right—or actually Mr. Alt-Right? Luckily, there are a few surefire warning signs.

Mr. Right: Brings you the paper in bed on Sunday mornings.
Mr. Alt-Right: Believes that your Sunday-morning paper is brought to you by a cabal of scheming Jewish élites.

Mr. Right: Doesn’t mind staying in on a Saturday night and watching TV together.
Mr. Alt-Right: Was banned from Twitter for harassing Leslie Jones.

Mr. Right: Asks how your day went and is genuinely interested in the answer.
Mr. Alt-Right: Listens to Infowars and has some genuine questions about Pizzagate.

Mr. Right: Accepts you just the way you are.
Mr. Alt-Right: Accepted Tila Tequila’s friend request.

Mr. Right: Makes you feel like the most special woman in the world.
Mr. Alt-Right: Refers to you as “snowflake.”

Mr. Right: Impresses you with his ambition and drive.
Mr. Alt-Right: Has a hard drive full of Pepe the Frog memes.

Mr. Right: Isn’t afraid to talk about your future together.
Mr. Alt-Right: Isn’t afraid to use the term “white genocide.”

Mr. Right: Is kind to your friends and makes a real effort to connect with your family.
Mr. Alt-Right: Just retweeted your dad and called him a cuck.