Over the shark tank

I once found Manly Man-ist Roissy of Heartiste to be often funny and occasionally insightful (if often unintentionally, as when he exposed the rancid passive-aggressiveness of “nice guys” in his rantings about so-called “beta males”), but he’s now past his sell-by date, in more ways than one. The stale farts emitting from his baggy old-man shorts are no longer even amusing. Can a Tucker-Max-like plea for a lifemate be far behind?