An analogy.

"Marvel has figured out that if he wants to get a date, or more importantly, a second date, he needs to start dealing with women and other people as human beings and he's not perfect and he's still gonna get dumped when he mutters a vaguely homophobic epithet at the waiter at a restaurant, but he's listening in classes and his roommate's cool and they become friends even though they're different races and eventually he ends up in a suite where half his roommates are women who explain that the "make me a sandwich" shirt is the reason he's NOT GETTING LAID. And he stops wearing that shirt, except when he's really drunk and stupid.

Meanwhile, DC is on facebook, telling boob jokes and then bitterly calling women bitches for not having sex with him and going back to hang out at the local high school football games despite the fact that it gets sadder every year, because everyone who used to like him has grown up and moved out and moved away and he's still there, still talking to teenagers, except he doesn't know the lingo and they're not interested in what he has to say."