Where does the glory go?
In my now not insignificant years of being in the world, I have noticed an alarming trend.
Same guy just happier now. Wildly clearer thinking.
This first began in my early adulthood when my good college buddy got a girlfriend by the middle of freshman year. He and I were on the same floor in the dorms. The girlfriend started sleeping over. She’d bring her friends over. The other guys would go stark raving mad and congregate in large numbers in this small room. I quietly resented the change in our floor’s dynamics and tried to stay out of it. The women would bring the most inane chatter with them. There was always some girl on the periphery that was being a slut – big source of gossip. The men would nod along in a daze or play Xbox or chitchat. I’d pop in but I couldn’t handle it. There was one young woman, Morgan, who in particular I felt just sunk everything to such a putrid level. I resented the change. In the early months it felt like the guys and I were building something. We were building what were supposed to be long-lasting bonds. We’d go on joy rides. We’d do all sorts of wild stuff. One of the main guys gets a woman and suddenly he’s the main guy and everyone is congregating around him and his girlfriend.
At my university, there were co-ed dorms and lots of birth control freely available. I thought it was kind of psychotic and strangely scientific without fully understanding why. I started to read the works of Neil Postman and came across the term “social engineering” and then better understood all that was repugnant to me but couldn’t divorce myself from.
The women invade the men’s space, terraform things to their liking, and the men go soft and doughy.
Let’s cuddle on the bed and watch TikToks, Daddy Poopee.
Women have a domesticating effect on men. That’s no secret.
It’s the way that men respond to it that unnerves me.
I write you from a firmly ensconced position of domestic bliss:
-I am a father who practices peaceful parenting
-my wife and I have been together for 16 years
-my day-to-day concerns revolve around the needs of my family
-I had to retire from politics due to health concerns and family considerations
I go back and forth on the domesticating effect women have on men.
This is from a recent livestream Stefan Molyneux did with his daughter where she did his makeup. Is this a good or bad thing? If I was in a will-to-power, I would automatically and reflexively say YES with contempt. But that’s just programming. I thought the livestream was funny. I guess his daughter wears makeup. If everyone is doing it, you leave yourself at a disadvantage by not doing it. I will say, Stefan is manipulating his SMV upwards here by wearing makeup and that’s a form of dishonesty 😉
Would I ever do something like this? Hard to say. I don’t know – ask me in 20 years. Stefan is 20 years older than me. I’m so far removed from Makeup World. My wife stopped wearing makeup like six months into knowing her. She never felt right about it. She is lovely to me without it.
Without his daughter and wife, Stefan wouldn’t be the person that he is. And I rather enjoy the person he is. He offers a genteel touch to the world that it so desperately needs. He’s British and has a theater background, which is a part of the charm – if you’ve read any Shakespeare you just kinda get where he’s coming from. Shakespeare lived in a fun world with far less government and zero multiculturalism.
The way men respond to women’s domesticating effect is what unnerves me. There’s a privation men express in their over-enthusiasm to be tamed. Like they weren’t brought up enough and so they yearn for some kind of direction. Perhaps they didn’t get enough mothering and never sought to work that out in themselves before getting into a relationship. That’s probably it.
Fockin’…
I never ever wanted to take my cues from that direction. Despite rough health that has diminished me, I have always sought to reach out and up toward the stars. I’m not saying I haven’t changed relative to my wife’s maternal and nesting instincts. That’s an important part of being human. I’m saying that that’s not all there is to me. I am not subsumed by it.
Rather than do the hard work of self-discovery, a lot of men leave large portions of their personality up to the effect that their marriage has on them. And if their woman is psychologically immature, they sort of live with that and let it be the way things are until things change on the woman’s time. They don’t permit themselves to feel impatient and dissatisfied with this arrangement.
I never wanted that for myself.
I have never wanted to live in reaction to someone else. That does not mean I don’t ask my kid with some frequency what they need, would like to do, or how I’m doing as a parent. The experience of the people around me is of vital importance to me. This is so much the case that when my health was at its worst, the family gave me the feedback that we should move south a ways to sunnier climes and I made sure we did just that.
We are talking about a compass orientation. The typical situation with Western men is that the woman enters the room and all other considerations are dropped. I refuse to live this way. The main thing is the main thing.
Men are broken by giving up the hunt.
Women will goop men’s brains by cuddling them and encouraging them to watch TV shows. And let’s be honest, the word “encouragement” here isn’t actually what happens. They whine and blather about their “needs” as if they have self-knowledge when 98% of the time they fockin’ don’t.
I don’t partake in this. Never have. Never will.
Women are trained to be feminists and none of that programming is ever undone unless she runs into a philosophical, self-knowledgeable 🔥White Man🔥 who keeps the flame and burns away the programming, no matter the cost. There is a superstructure, a super-sophisticated curriculum women have been raised in and their every impulse is to be the water the seeps into the rock of the man and breaks him apart.
The media landscape is so radically pathetic and meager. And that is where men take their cues from. And so they give up – quietly and to little fanfare.
Happy wife, happy life eh, heheh? Happy daughter, happy totter, hoohooo.
Men get a woman and they just give up.
The quest is gone. No search for the Holy Grail. Just cummies and rubbies. Snackies and whackies.
Who still yearns?
I cannot hide my disgust response.
It’s a bitter disappointment to see so many men step off the path. Over and over, my whole adult life has been seeing men do this.
Men’s hormones are getting wrecked by modern pollution and guys just unconsciously accept it and lose frame. Their women help them. The wildness goes out of the man and he forgets.
Men are so cowed that they forget the glory of the past (liberalism). Or men get into these clever arguments with themselves (aspects of libertarianism) that they forget what drives them and animates them in the first place: to build, to spread virtue, to expand, to perfect justice, to fly.
I won’t do it. And yet I am happy, fulfilled, and my home is peaceful – full of love. It’s a good situation. You can have it all in this life.
I know how it’s done.
