Scale and Paleo-Futurism

Why are things cheaper when we buy them in bulk? Because the cost of producing and shipping goods decreases when we do so in large batches. Not only does this principal apply to production, but also to engineering.

 

I have seen massive air conditioning units, more than triple the size of my house, used in climate control for hospitals. The Scale of these units is far more efficient at delivering hot and cold air, and in reducing electricity/repair costs, than putting a window-mounted air conditioner in every single window of the hospital.

 

Centralizing, and applying a greater Economy of Scale, tends to be more efficient than dispersed, independent units. However, every single system will be held back by its weakest component, or the component that simply won’t scale with the others.

 

This, in many respects, comes down to the human element.

 

Let’s say future engineers develop aerodynamic designs and efficient gasoline engines which allow cars to achieve 100 miles to the gallon, and at over 200 miles per hour. Obviously, the highways we currently have are not up to the task. So let’s go one step further and assume that other future engineers are able to develop highways which can accommodate thousands of drivers all going over 200 miles per hour, day after day, in hot and cold conditions, in any weather element.

 

All of these things have been scaled up for increased efficiency. It sounds like a futurist’s wet dream. But what is the weakest factor?

 

The weakest factor is the human element. Certain humans can handle the dangers of Nascar or Formula-One racing, but the 80 year old grandmother or the 16 year old newbie driver, or the mother trying to keep control of her kids in the back while simultaneously going over two-hundred miles an hour, are likely going to cause some havoc on the roads. I mean, we already have multiple accidents on our metropolitan highways every rush hour, and there’s nothing we can do about it because every safety feature of the highway or automobile cannot rule out someone texting while driving. Despite the best efforts of the engineers, it’s the human element that puts a cap on the economy of scale.

 

Sure, one could argue that driving software could be developed to counter this, but then you’re employing thousands of developers, researchers, human factors psychologists and software engineers to make up for the human element. There goes your economic efficiency from Scale.

 

So then you’re likely going to tell me to eliminate the human element altogether and simply have self-driving cars, and I’d say you’ve just proven my point. As my dad used to say: “You can’t fix stupid.” Well, you also can’t redesign the human for your machines.

 

The human element will soon be the limiting factor as technology starts to outgrow us. Not only that, but the ability to develop more and greater technology rests on the human element keeping up. Unless someone has the brain power grasp the complexity of ever more complex systems then technology will start to plateau. I’d argue it has already happened… 50 years ago.

 

Consider the social aspects of Scale. Dunbar’s Number suggests that our psychological programming is not wired to recognize every single person we pass by as a fully-fledged human being. People like friends, family, and coworkers are considered by our brain to be actual people, the people we care about and will help out in times of need. However the cashier at the grocery store is merely a mannequin – a human-shaped thing that scans your groceries and tells you when to swipe your card.

 

We simply cannot feel the same level of empathy toward strangers like we do for kin. It’s just how it is and there’s nothing wrong with that.

 

Our primitive ancestors lived in villages numbering between dozens and hundreds. In this environment, you can connect with every single person there, holding them within you kin group, or “monkeysphere.”

 

Increase the scale of the village to five-hundred and half the people stop being kin; they’re now acquaintances. You’ll be less reluctant to help them out and care less for their plight. But in such a small community, it is still easy to have a network of support. Maybe you won’t help them, but your brother will, and you’ll help your brother.

 

So what happens when you increase that village to a small town of five-thousand? It’s still small enough to recognize people, despite not knowing their name. People help each other less, unless brought together by a larger bond, like town unity.

 

And at fifty-thousand? More people mean more people you’ve never met before: more strangers. Those you pass by are human-shaped meat-machines, who could disappear from the face of the Earth and you would not care, or even notice. Your relationships aren’t as close-knit, and those relationships take place in little enclaves within the network of strangers. You become guarded from people on the street because you don’t know who they are or what their intentions might be. As strangers, it becomes easier to wrong someone, since they aren’t someone you personally know, and might not ever meet again.

 

Increase the scale to five-hundred-thousand and you’re now almost completely isolated despite living in a decent sized city, because every single person you run across has no relationship with you. There is no connectivity outside our little, self-imposed groups, and there can’t be. At this scale, crime is easier to commit against the androids around you, and you, in turn, further distance yourself from strangers.

 

The following is a video about the addiction.

Sure, the goofy graphics clearly indicate it is the typical strain of shallow pop-sci, but it does provide some useful information.

 

Keep in mind that, according to our brain, every pleasurable experience is just a dopamine rush. It doesn’t matter if it’s triggered by an orgasm, a piece of cheesecake, a great joke your friend just told, or a syringe of heroin. To the neurons, it’s all the same.

 

As said in the video, addiction changes depending on the environment you’re in. An isolating and cold environment without meaningful social interaction leads to increased rates of addiction, precisely because there is no better dopamine rush available. In an environment with good friends and experiences to provide such, abuse and addiction fall because they are no longer necessary.

 

Consider too that larger cities are a result of greater technological advancement, and technological advancement combined with consumer capitalism leads an endless buffet of dopamine rushes. Processed foods, sugar, drugs (designer and street), media, and the internet, are enough to satiate anyone with artificial comfort. In this context, there is no difference between taking a hit of morphine, drinking a Mountain Dew, and getting a hundred likes on Facebook.

 

In essence, the modern world of Scale is both the cause of psychological injury, and the producer of its corresponding toxic band aid.

 

And thus, in the end, the destruction of the human psyche leads to the destruction of humanity and all it has created. Scale ends up leading to its own destruction because the most essential component will not fit. This means that there cannot every be a totally efficient economic system, because the keystone of that system – humans – are not efficient.

 

 

But I still believe there is a chance for human advancement, though considering the effects of Scale it means such progress’ inevitability is not so, well, inevitable. Truly, in my heart of hearts, I believe is Paleo-Futurism – technological progress built with primary consideration for the primitive – is the only way to go.

 

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The Modern World is a World of Extremes

Thanks to Modern Science, we now have the capacity to study the modern human and craft products to appeal to mankind’s basic and primal desires, capitalizing on every psychological trick and evolutionary quirk to extract every last dollar from these unwitting participants in a grand socioeconomic experiment.

 

Take a soda for example. It is extremely sweet, and thus satisfying for our taste buds, however it didn’t come about that way by chance. Any soda is sent through dozens of taste tests from consumers, surveyors, “product testers”. These people rate the soda on how much they like it. The data is sent into the statisticians who analyze it. The statistician’s conclusions are sent to consultants. The consultant’s suggestions are sent to the lab where the chemists get to work building another mixture, followed by another battery of tests, all in the pursuit of the best tasting soda. In order to survive against the competition, soda companies go for the extreme of “best tasting” or “best” whatever. Their attempts are to crack open the human mind, find that neural network that causes a dopamine response in the most precise and perfect way, because dopamine highs = profits.

 

And it’s not just sodas. Just about everything we see and touch goes through this process of testing and reformatting in order to appeal to our most basic desires, which in turn gets us to buy more. Instagram, Facebook, all the attention-whoring websites are built by countless Human Factors Psychologists and Ergonomists with the intent of maximizing clicks and post view duration. They are paid to essentially keep people hooked to their screens. Video games too, and MMORPG’s in particular, are built around small and frequent rewards to keep players hooked. The digital gangling carrot is no more than a virtual skinner box. Television and movies are heavily researched, screened, and reedited to adhere to screen marketing principals in order to maximize profitability. And the worse the economy gets, the more these efforts will multiple, grabbing harder at fewer dollars.

 

The net effect of this to unhinge our primal psychology. Despite being a “modern man”, the human brain is still a caveman at heart. Parts of our brain were built for certain stimuli that we no longer encounter in a certain environment that no longer exists. These mental artifacts, the vestigial psychology, were never meant to be exposed like a raw nerve.

 

Remember the soda example. Have you ever wondered why we like it? Because it’s sweet. And have you ever asked yourself why humans like sweets? Cats don’t taste sweet. Many other animals don’t either.

 

Back in the ancestral environment, sweet things consisted of fruit, fruit which was both scarce and dense in nutrients. Such nourishment was so rare, but so necessary, that when our taste buds would finally come in contact with naturally-occurring sugar from fruit, they would signal: THIS IS GOOD. YOU MUST EAT MORE. Those who didn’t get the dopamine rush did not seek out the fruit’s nutrients, were thus at a comparative disadvantage, and died off, leaving us sweet-tooth’s behind. It is an evolutionary advantage, or at least it was.

 

But today, we can artificially make things multitudes sweeter than our ancestor’s natural fruits, but without the nutrients that always came with that ancient treat. This hyper sweetness with no nutritional value ends up hacking the human mind, compelling us to eat what our brain thinks is best for it, but only acquiring diabetes and obesity in the process. Now replace sodas with porn, or explosions, or diamonds, or a Hungry Man microwave dinner and what you see is an assault on our primitive brain from all sides. Though we can’t feel it because the modern world is all we know, if you were to take one of our ancestors and place them here then it would seem, to them, that every sensation has been turned up to 11.

 

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To Conquer the Galaxy, We Must Reject Weakness

“There is a language shared by all living organisms, and that is aggression.

I’m sure that every alien species, no matter their psychology, knows the difference between predator and prey.

Strength and weakness, life and death, are as universal as mathematics.”

 

Have you ever wondered if another animal would take our place as the apex species of this planet, technology and civilization and all, if humans and our ancient ancestors had never lived? Could you imagine, say, octopi forming their own interplanetary, interstellar, even intergalactic civilization if simply given enough time? Could this happen to any given species?

 

These questions have gone through the mind of many a science fiction author when they try to come up with their own unique aliens: “What if there was like, a bug alien, that was all furry like the abominable snowman, but, like, also had color changing properties.” Typically, throwing together bits and pieces of animals into a Frankenstein monster (or worse, a Cronenberg monster) is enough to generate an interesting species, but where the rubber actually meets the road such creatures would not likely develop.

 

This is because there are bottlenecks, hurtles, walls, if you will, which stop the progress of any given species once it reaches the top of their momentary evolutionary ladder, so that not every organism would be capable of ascending to the stars like we have. There are certain criteria they must possess and specific problems they need to solve first.

 

To our credit, human beings have solved a great many of those problems and met these requirements.

 

The first requirement toward an advanced species is the use of tools. It takes a certain kind of mind to problem solve, to see a twig and not just see a twig, but a thing capable of gathering ants or clubbing an enemy. Even if some species could reason that material things could be reworked into tools (like octopi have done), they must have the necessary physical dexterity to use them. Yes, tentacles are dexterous, but they’re not hands, and outside of water they are useless. However, we humans have won that competition.

 

The next hurdle is coordinating people and expanding minds using a language. Language was used so that individuals could coordinate movement and exchange ideas with each other, allowing them to work together. Not only that, but words are concepts, and concepts are ideas in our mind that shape our thinking. Language became the programming for our mental operating system. It was like a drug that expanded our minds, allowing us to become intelligent the more we discovered things and labeled their concepts.

 

The next leap is agriculture. While the tool-making process put us ahead of the other animals, it was domestication of those animals which took us out of the hunting phase and into the agricultural phase. Whereas before, humans needed to go out and expend large amounts of calories and take on great risk for the mere chance of food. Upon this milestone, humans could now expend fewer calories while gaining a greater amount of food at lower risk. And every freed calorie from the chore of hunting was used toward something else – expanding the tools and language which created a positive feedback system.

 

Next is the use of mathematics and logic, because agriculture comes with trade, and both require accounting systems. From language came numbers, from numbers came the logic of mathematics. Most human civilizations have developed a system of mathematics, and even some ancient civilizations were masters at deciphering the movements of the planets and stars. Some were even more accurate than today’s methods.

 

Tools.

 

Language.

 

Agriculture.

 

Mathematics.

 

Upon passing these four tests, civilization is born. The tools thereby become more extravagant. The language becomes more complex. Agriculture is boosted by mechanization. The greater mathematics allows us more advanced feats of engineering. All of which reinforce and assist the other, and it is in their interactions that the modern world is born.

 

And that is precisely why giving an octopus an infinite time on this Earth likely won’t yield an octopus civilization. An octopus has no need for tools because they are well adapted to their environment. They don’t need a complex language, and thus will never develop complex thoughts. They would likely never discover undersea agriculture, mathematics, or a civilization. The octopus will remain the way it is, changing only somewhat to meet the requirements of its environment, until it becomes extinct without reaching the stars. The same goes for every species, on this planet or any other, unless they can meet these perquisites.

 

We should consider ourselves lucky for our state, and appreciative of our ancestors who found solutions to the problems before them. However, that doesn’t mean the struggle is over for us. Just because we’ve landed on the Moon and sent probes into space doesn’t mean there isn’t one last hurdle.

 

There is one remaining problem we currently face, and one that all other hypothetical space-faring civilizations will also face. Our successes at passing the previous tests have built for us a relative utopia, at least compared to our ancestors. A place that is comfortable, safe, relaxing and fun. For many, it is a heaven on earth. However the problem is that we will never reach the stars if we stay hooked to it.

 

You must have seen it around you. The children of Vikings and centurions and crusaders and samurai now remain seated at their desks in the glass and steel towers, staring at computer screens, without purpose, without passion, without drive, too tired to put up with their children, or too disinclined to have them. Such is the result of our victories.

 

Political democracy is more concerned about the well-being of the lowest common denominator, of holding hands in a perfect utopia, and massaging votes out of the public than doing the bold and dangerous. The politics of a spacefaring civilization would have to value conquest over paternalism, because of the millions (if not billions) of dollars it takes to do either, but not both. What political system would that look like? It might be something as fierce as the universe itself, akin to Robert A. Heinlein’s libertarian fascism.

 

Capitalism too seeks to provide goods and services to the lowest common denominator, who wants nothing more than a comfy chair, a HD TV, a Mountain Dew, and an internet full of distractions. The capitalist isn’t reasonably going to deny profit where profit is due, and won’t throw their millions toward a venture with no return. Thus, a spacefaring civilization would need something else, perhaps a culling of the economy, redirecting resources toward space.

 

Whatever the methods, what’s clear to me is that this current world is not one that wants to expand into the dangerous unknown. it is the world of the Last Man, where all that is desired, economically, politically, spiritually, is comfort. What hundreds of years of war, famine and hardship could not do to crush our will to survive, the modern world has done through security and distraction.

 

This is the nature of the last hurdle, the hurdle of Spirit. Any interplanetary to interstellar species not only needs to pass the tests of Tools, Language, Agriculture, and Mathematics, but must also pass the test of Spirit, in which they hold into their drive and willpower despite all their successes enticing them back to the comfort of the home world.

 

Scientists and science fiction authors have always dreamed of who would meet us at first contact. Would they be like the Borg – a hive mind bent on assimilation? Would they be peaceful and soft-spoken wardens of the galaxy? Would they be lovecraftian monsters? Most of the time, these speculators like to think that aliens would be more enlightened and peaceful. They’d have to be, right? Right!? “We’ve become more peaceful thanks to technology and the enlightenment [citation needed], so any species that has ascended above us must be even moreso!”

 

Not likely.

 

Nature is a terrible place, where only the strongest survive. The universe beyond our relative haven is even worse, and no pansy-ass weaklings are going to have stones to survive in it. If my thinking is accurate, the aliens exploring the galaxy would be Conquistadors, with all the ruthlessness and heartlessness that comes with it, because that’s what’s needed to thrive in the harsh wastes of space.

 

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But the Future Refused to Change

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The Internet is a Horrible Place

 

Every weekend I get out to concerts, events, meeting with friends, etc. They are all infinitely more fulfilling than anything I find on the internet. The internet, for all the supposed good it does, can decrease the quality of your life, sickening you with a cynical world view because so many good things in life happen far away from this screen.

 

I’ve noticed a marked increase in my happiness the less time I spend on the web and the more time I spend exploring this world.

Mesa Verde

I have camped in Mesa Verde and went on a mushroom trip.

Red Rocks

I’ve gone to concerts and sung (bad) karaoke.

Nevadaville

I’ve slept in a haunted house in an abandoned ghost town in the Rockies.

Ghostbusters

I even caught a glimpse of the Ghostbusters (completely unrelated to the ghost town).

 

In truth, the events you experience in your travels will be held in your memory far longer than an argument on twitter or the particular phrasing of a blog post. These memories are what build your life. Without those memories, a life solely lived on the internet is akin to being kept in stasis. I know, because I’ve been there…

 

Right out of college, I moved in with friends and got a job in retail. At first, I was working 20 hours a week. Not a lot, but it was something I could live on at the time with shared rent. It allowed me to live the standard, millennial manchild life of 0 improvement or responsibility. However as the year progressed, the hours started getting cut, leaving me with no money but an inordinate amount of time to “live” in the internet. I was so unmotivated and blue pill that I never took any action to rectify the situation, even though there were many opportunities out there.

 

Instead, I spent hours upon hours on the internet. I discovered men’s rights and had my youtube battles with feminists, trolled a few sociological websites where the cat lady’s gathered. I played more video games, logging in almost a hundred hours on Dragon Age alone. I mean, what else do you do when you have no money and work, at best, 10 hours a week?

 

I did get a little writing done, but, in the end, I felt miserable, every day. I didn’t get fat, but I did get weak from not working out. My back hurt from sitting at my desk all the time – close to 12 hours a day. I developed insomnia that still sticks with me, even now (though I’ve found ways to treat it without meds). My isolation strained the relationship with my girlfriend. Delving into men’s rights and feminism made me hate more, not just hate the institution of feminism but made me hate women for no good reason. Despite technically existing for that year – I ate, slept, metabolized – I never actually lived. I remember nothing from all those months. Truly, it was as if I had fallen into a coma and awoke a year later.

 

People who have things going for them don’t need to live on the internet. Ergo, people who live on the internet have nothing going for them. This is as true for the otherkin on tumblr, to the feminists on twitter, to even the manosphere guys. It doesn’t matter who you are because, like a God of Madness, the internet will find a crack your psychology and exploit it. The human brain was never designed to handle the internet, but the internet was designed around our brains.

 

The internet allows people to indulge in their narcissism by giving them an avatar – a persona – with which to hide behind and a stage to play out their dramas. It gives them the anonymity to speak horrible things, and veils their target in the same dehumanizing anonymity. It grants half-cocked excuses as to why people have depression and anxiety (looking at YOU tumblr), instead of actual reasons and treatment.

 

That being said, the internet is just a tool, and tools can do good as well as harm. It is useful, and entertaining, and has legitimate positive worth. However, the internet is something to be indulged in just like any other vice: at its proper time and proportion. If you feel depressed or some other emotional pain, if you feel worthless or without guidance, or if you feel the world outside is a horrible, oppressive place, then you need to do yourself a favor and shut down your computer. The world outside not only isn’t as bad as you think it is, it is truly a wonderful place.

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Help, I’m Turning into a Marxist (A Rant)

A lot of other guys are in my place: graduated from college with a degree in Worthless (in my case, Psychology), with nowhere else to take that degree besides more schooling. Since I didn’t want to spend more time and money just so I could have the licensed privileged of listening to broken people talk about their lives and ignore my advice, I settled into a blue collar life where the pay isn’t bad but the work is hard and the hours are long.

 

Despite me not liking blue collar work, I do respect it, and the guys who do it. It’s not easy keeping the water and lights on, or the roads paved.

 

But there’s a downside to it. I feel this resentment growing within me.

 

No, my grievance isn’t with the Mexicans. The ones I meet on construction sites seem to be all decent guys. Blacks? No problem with them either. The ones I brush elbows with are just trying to get by too. All blue collar men have that thread in common.

 

Look, I’m not actually a Marxist. I lean conservative, was a former libertarian anarcho-capitalist, but the deeper I get into the blue collar world the more apparent things like class and status become.

 

Here, let me paint you a scene.

 

95 degree day and I was cleaning the ducts of a new house overlooking the famed Red Rocks Park in Morrison, Colorado. The gardeners, all Mexicans, were finishing up the landscaping. The movers next door were made up of some Nordic and Irish giants. Across the street, even more Mexicans were laying the foundation for more homes that are going for at least 400k, and they’re on backorder…

 

In the middle of me busting my ass, I saw a family walk up the street, led by a fluffy white real-estate agent in a pink shirt and perfectly pressed pants. Hubby looked like he owned a car detailing company. Wifey looked like she was right out of California.

 

It was in that instant that the upper-middle class white family seemed the foreigner. If a Hispanic or Black workmen had walked up to me in a hard hat then I would have thought nothing of it. Hell, I see a woman, the rare albino elk of the trades, from time to time without so much as a second thought. However, I saw people as white as me and thought to myself, what the hell are you doing here? You don’t belong here. Get the hell out. Those thoughts came with anger, and the realization that the gap between them and me was never more apparent, or seemingly so wide. Working this job, I could not afford the house they can, nor their cars or their luxuries. They don’t know how much work and pain and sweat that me and others like me put into their new homes.

 

What really brings me down is that I am tasked with finishing the HVAC equipment for these people buying new, quarter to half million dollar houses, while my boss makes a killing off my work and his business, netting a pretty nice 3.5 million dollar a year profit margin. Me? I’m getting paid a token amount in the middle of a mutually beneficial transaction between two rich folks – the customer and the boss.

 

I am an afterthought, a replaceable meat machine, performing duties that benefit the others around me more than myself. That wouldn’t be so bad, if the heat of the sun and the aching of my muscles didn’t kill my altruism daily.

 

This is why it’s important to have your own business, or your own side project which might net you some money. If you are an employee, then customers and managers alike are taking the bulk of your value. It has to be that way, by definition, for no company would hire you if you took more resources than provided. There’s nothing inherently wrong with that, I know, but it can leave you in a position to get squeezed when times are tough.

 

I would have shrugged all this off back in my libertarian days, believing that the economy isn’t a zero sum game – that someone else having money doesn’t mean that I’ll get none. I still believe this, to a degree. I go into people homes, their castles, and treat them with their due human respect just like I would the cashier at a gas station.

 

After all, I don’t know how they made their millions. They could have put in 80 hour weeks and suffered a string of heart attacks to get where they are now.

 

I do rant here from time to time about political correctness and the social justice warriors, but, aside from the occasional emotional venting, I don’t like being a hateful person. Life is good for me, despite all other considerations, and I don’t want to spoil it with being angry at other people for something they didn’t do wrong, having never wronged me personally, or for things I can’t change and shouldn’t change. Doing so would make me one of those dreaded SJW’s.

 

But even though I try to maintain my Zen, I can’t help the resentment, because there is some justification for it. It’s naive to think that many of the rich got that way by hard work alone. Some did, sure, but others did not.

 

After studying the baby boomers and decades that preceded this current generation, I’ve come to the conclusion that the reason why many of these people have the wealth that they do is not necessarily from the sweat of their brow, but because of the flourishing economic climate at the time.

 

Making 20k a year was something the boomers could easily live on when inflation was low, when the cost of housing was low, and healthcare, and food, and gas and education, and just about anything else at the time, when there was less immigration and more social trust, when degrees actually meant something and didn’t come with a decade of debt attached to those four years. And while it wasn’t as easy after the boomers, it certainly was easier for people who put on their work boots in the 90’s, during the initial .com boom and economic good times. People certainly got while the getting was good when cashing out social security gave the federal government a ton of spending money three decades ago. Raises and contracts everywhere, thanks to the big G throwing money at any pork barrel project the constituents fancied.

 

It is much, much more difficult these days simply living off 40k a year. Retirement is not something that many in my generation even have the luxury of thinking about, and I doubt it would ever happen. The millennials can’t pay the rent with aspirational images and social justice politick, let alone start families. There needs to be something more: an opportunity. It’s not as if I can’t work hard for it; I already bust my ass daily.

 

I might not know the man and his wife from California, but I can make an educated guess that their wealth was in large part due to the economic climate. They might have put in some sweat, but it isn’t equal to the amount of sweat I put in, and for less money than they made.

 

We’re all still struggling, and, for a guy who’s struggling without the opportunity there once was, seeing the success and good fortune tossed around by the rich as if it’s of little value, by those same people who lived their lives essentially on easy mode, is disheartening enough to cause that anger. When some people have nothing to eat while others are happily feasting inside their mountain-top manors, there is going to be strain.

 

Despite this, I know that all I can change is myself, so I will endeavor to change myself. I may work 50 hours a week, but I also work on my writing and my side business. It is all I can do. But until I see some sacrifice in these times from those buying the granite counter tops toward the people installing them, I fear that this anger will stay with me.

 

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Blood, Sweat, and Reciprocity – How Women Take Men for Granted

It’s three in the morning. I’m on break, sitting on a hospital loading dock with a protein bar in one hand and a Big Gulp in the other. My mind wanders across nothing in particular thanks to my fatigue, causing consciousness to merely touch ideas before it wanders to another. I’m not used to nights.

 

I begin to look at the brick work, going up ten stories to the roof of the hospital. I wonder, do they have a machine to lay all those bricks or is it done by hand? Then I think, in either case, a man laid the bricks, or a man made the machine to lay the bricks.

 

The windows on each floor were put in by men, as were the fluorescent lights. If either breake, who’s going to change it? A man. I look at the sidewalk. It had to be poured by men, leveled by men, men working long days in the sun or in the winter cold. Behind me, the janitors, security guards and maintenance techs all scurry around the hospital in the early morning hours. And they’re all men. The truckers with deliveries at three in the morning are all men too.

 

Right now, there are men at the power plant. Men are at the water works. Men are on call and on standby in the city’s police and fire departments.

 

So I wonder: why? What do we do it for?

 

The brick-layers didn’t work because they had a fetish for it. Neither do the truckers or janitors. I don’t like working nights. I don’t necessarily like my job, but I’m here. Why am I here?

 

Despite the fact that men keep the water and lights on at three in the morning, that work isn’t their primary goal. All of man’s input to keep a modern society going is merely an afterthought, a secondary benefit, a means to an end, not the end itself.

 

I, and most other men, work because we have our eyes on something else. The majority of men don’t do it because we get some personal pleasure from the job itself. Rather, men want to get laid. Having a good job is attractive to women, so we work to get laid. Men want to have a girlfriend or wife, so we work hard to impress them. Men want a family, so we work to support it.

 

I’ve gone from one blue-collar company to another. The behavior from most of the other techs is the same. They work 60+ hours a week, trading their time, sweat and health to support their families. They could be working an easier job with fewer hours and more free time, yet they willingly choose the yoke, because of the reasons above.

 

If I wasn’t working toward a family and legacy, somewhere in the future, then I’d quit my job tomorrow and deliver pizzas or something. The amount of time and money I would need to support a single, minimalistic lifestyle takes less than half of the effort I put in now. 20 hours a week being a waiter or driver would be all I need, really. The rest could be taken up by video games. I could absolve myself of graveyard shifts and dirty, exhausting work for the ease and relaxation of bachelorhood. But I don’t.

 

If I and all other men chose this route then society as we know it would collapse. There might be a lot of pizza delivery guys, but no one left to drill for oil or pave the roads. In the end, if you want a sustainable and modern society, then you have to give men the incentive to work, which means you need to work on women.

 

Relationships are a trade-off, and men give up a great deal of good things so that their girlfriend or wife can, ideally, give him something greater in return. But many women just don’t seem to get this.

 

The era of feminism has flipped the script. Some women were told that that they are the lone prize of the relationship. They were told that they are so valuable, and that men are such dumb, bumbling brutes, that women bless men’s lives by her mere angelic existence. Thus, women were told they don’t need to give anything or take on any obligation because he owes her for the relationship, as if men by themselves are incomplete and in need of wholeness (Warning: Projection).

 

But the actual truth is the reverse. It is men who are better off without those aforementioned women. Just look at your typical single man and woman. Look at them through the decades. Why does one feel free enough to pursue their dreams while the other side slips slowly into despair (and cats)? Because it is not men who are incomplete. Men are whole. Not only are men whole, they overflow with excess: excess strength, drive, time, power; not only to fully support their own lives but to give pieces of themselves to others. And men will give themselves to others, so long as they trust that enough of their effort will be returned.

 

Women need to earn that trust. They need to ensure reciprocity, not just for his benefit, or for hers, but because so much hinges on each man’s willingness to put his strength toward something bigger than himself. But that requires the support of women giving back more than what they take. If women as a decline this wager, then so does a man’s output.

 

That means a shift in female consciousness away from “what do I disserve?” to “what can I do for him?”

 

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Armchair Psychoanalysis: “Transgendered” Youth

In the 80’s and 90’s, psychiatrists took time trying to understand those who believe they were born into the body of the wrong sex. In those previous decades, sex-change operations came with a heavy price tag, not just in the dollars spent or the risks involved, but from the blowback some patients might face from their friends and families. When society is against a costly, risky, and permanent operation, and yet people still go through with it, you can bet good money that their convictions are sincere and their trauma is real.

 

Today, that is not the case.

 

The media is encouraging more and more people to come out as transgender, and when you dangle a carrot out in the open you’re going to get a lot of hungry rabbits, some of them merely looking for attention and validation.

 

This post isn’t going to be for the people who have truly suffered with a psychological condition most of their lives, nor will it entail describing the issues with children as young as 6 going transgender. The very simple explanation for the latter: the parents make them do it. There really is no other alternative explanation to a child who would just as readily self-identify as a Pikachu if given the chance and encouragement to do so.

 

This is more for the young men and women just coming into puberty, who strongly believe they’re transgender. If you compare their psychological profile with the profiles collected back in the 80’s and 90’s, you’re going to see stark differences. Psychiatrists know the psychology behind sexual dysphoria, and these kids just don’t have it.

 

Instead, what you’re likely going to see is an artificially created gender battle produced to forward the progressive left’s fight against traditional gender roles, one which relies on hijacking typical teenage angst and basic human need.

 

The need for control

 

We were all kids once. It sucked. A typical teenager in the west may be relatively cared for compared to the rest of the world, but about nothing in their life is within their control. Any clothing they want has to be approved from a higher authority. The food they eat is largely chosen by the same higher authority, with maybe a little of their input. They can’t work the jobs they dream of because the qualifications take years. And, to top it all off, most of their days constitute going to a place where they don’t want to go – school – doing things that they don’t want to do, by order of the authorities.

 

Humans desire some kind of control over their environment. When we are merely leaves floating in the wind, we lose a sense of agency, and without a sense of agency – of purposeful and meaningful action – the human mind begins to short-circuit. The human ego needs something to grasp and manipulate, to call its own and change for the ego’s pleasure. Without such, the mind begins to contort into anxiety and depression.

 

Even though these young adults can change next to nothing about their lives, the one thing they can supposedly change, according to tumblr, is their gender. They can finally grasp that one tenuous thread to control, a thread which no one else may touch, and now rewrite their psychological issues as “genderfluidity”. They can choose be a boy one day, a girl the next, all depending on the mood they wake up to. They will hold onto this choice and make it part of their identity, because, in their current life’s era, they have neither choices nor identity.

 

The need to rebel

 

Every teenager is wired to test boundaries, just as a newborn is programmed to explore their environment. They unconsciously wonder: where does a parent’s authority end and my own agency begin? There are rarely written rules, and these territories always change, year to year, with no outright explanation.

 

When you take a person that’s already cracked or from a broken home, their transgenderism becomes a tool to be used against their parents as a way to proclaim the young adult’s own authority over something the parents have no control over. This is often a way to get back at the parents for being authoritarian in other areas:

 

“Fuck you, mom and dad, I’ll wear a grey hoodie if I want to! No, I’m a boy today!”

 

If their parents are liberals, then this affords the young adult the opportunity to our-PC their parents. Their father may be a Marxist, their mother may be a career feminist, but they are both cisgender and heteronormative. What better way to rebel than to be more radical?

 

If the parents are conservative, then it’s nothing more than a fuck you. “Fuck you, mom, I’m going to be a girl so all your church ladies can make fun of you.”

 

And what teenager doesn’t, in their own way, want to fight against society? Counter-culture has always been around, even in grandma and grandpa’s day. First it was the greasers, then the hippies, then metal heads and punk rockers, political activism of the new millennials, and now to gender issues.

 

These young adults can finally (supposedly) find validation in their struggles by giving their struggles a conceptual form. While a young boy playing video games in his room all the time may have no words to describe his angst and ennui, a “transgender” young woman now has the artificial institution to point to – cisheteronormativity – which anchors this angst to a conceptual form in society. To them, this is an eureka moment that solidifies their identity and their life choice.

 

Need for causality

 

Thee young adults currently live without meaningful choice in their lives, and a life without meaningful choice results in a slow existential breakdown of anxiety, depression, and helplessness. Add to that ADHD, autism, or any other social disorder and the pump is already primed. The broken mind seeks an explanation, a cause, a reason for all these ills.

 

The transgender label gives these people a supposed cause for their other psychological illnesses. They think: I’m depressed because I’m uncomfortable living with my sex; I’m socially awkward because I must not be a male (or a female); I’m anxious because my life and body just doesn’t seem right.

 

The problem is that they get the cause and effect reversed. They feel the anxiety and depression because of their current life’s situation, and not because they truly feel they were born into the wrong body.

 

(Source at the bottom:) The majority of people who take hormones and sexual-reassignment surgery later regret it. The suicide rate for transsexuals is far higher than the average population. The facts are beginning to show that even when this dysphoria is cured, the mental chaos still remains, as does the regret, and the high suicide rates. Sexual dysphoria wasn’t the problem after all. It was everything else which made the person falsely believe they were transgender.

 

Autism and lack of role models

 

There has been a confirmed link between autism and sexual dysphoria. Given that many of our gender roles (and yes that’s the correct usage in this instance) are taught socially, like women’s communication hiding subtle innuendo that other women pick up on, and like men’s implicit social hierarchies, it is no surprise that someone lacking in social consciousness will fail to integrate with one gender or the other. Because of this, many people with autism feel as if they don’t fit in with their particular gender, and for good reason: they truly don’t have a gender. They have a biological sex, but they don’t know how to act it out.

 

These teenagers then go one false-step forward and believe that, since they haven’t learned their gender, they must be transgender. This is fallacious.

 

Just because a biological man has failed at learning his social masculinity doesn’t mean they are suddenly a biological woman, or vice versa. In this case, the dysphoria is either not even present, or is artificially generated as an excuse.

 

The Media

 

The media and feminism are encouraging people to indulge in these fantasies rather than get the real help they need. It’s as if they’re handing diet pills to someone with anorexia because the person “feels” as if they’re fat, despite all biological evidence to the contrary. They tell these “transgender” teens that as long as you feel that it’s the truth, then it is.

 

Anyone who wants to question personal truth should take a stroll through a psych ward. The guy who thinks he’s Napoleon will show that just because you believe something’s real doesn’t mean it is.

 

Feminism and the media don’t expressly want to encourage people’s delusional fantasies, at least I don’t think they’re that evil. What they actually want is to attack traditional gender roles, particularly masculine roles in a supposed patriarchal society, as a way to make our world more progressive and utopian. The negative externalities of a thousand psychologically sick people committing suicide in the process will never be brought to their attention. They choose not to see, only to believe that what they do can only be right. They wouldn’t crusade if they thought otherwise.

 

Closing thoughts

 

If I’m being optimistic, I’d like to think that most of these teenagers will go through their phase, eventually to realize that they were just in a dark place.

 

The pessimistic side of me, however, looks at the media and the story their pushing. It’s all good news and feelings about transgender children, none of the suicides. My hope is that transgenderism will be a fad that quickly vanishes when another, different generation begins.

 

Meanwhile, the real problem comes from surgeons and doctors willing to be accomplices in this mass delusion. They are the gatekeepers. Whoever side they’re on will inevitably win, because they can stop this whole process on the grounds of medical ethics, depending on how they define what’s ethical and what isn’t. Then again, for every medical professional that comes out against it there are at least a dozen progressive psychiatrists applying resistance.

 

From Paul McHugh – Distinguished Service Professor of Psychiatry at John Hopkins:

 

“You won’t hear it from those championing transgender equality, but controlled and follow-up studies reveal fundamental problems with this movement. When children who reported transgender feelings were tracked without medical or surgical treatment at both Vanderbilt University and London’s Portman Clinic, 70%-80% of them spontaneously lost those feelings. Some 25% did have persisting feelings; what differentiates those individuals remains to be discerned.

We at Johns Hopkins University—which in the 1960s was the first American medical center to venture into “sex-reassignment surgery”—launched a study in the 1970s comparing the outcomes of transgendered people who had the surgery with the outcomes of those who did not. Most of the surgically treated patients described themselves as “satisfied” by the results, but their subsequent psycho-social adjustments were no better than those who didn’t have the surgery. And so at Hopkins we stopped doing sex-reassignment surgery, since producing a “satisfied” but still troubled patient seemed an inadequate reason for surgically amputating normal organs.

It now appears that our long-ago decision was a wise one. A 2011 study at the Karolinska Institute in Sweden produced the most illuminating results yet regarding the transgendered, evidence that should give advocates pause. The long-term study—up to 30 years—followed 324 people who had sex-reassignment surgery. The study revealed that beginning about 10 years after having the surgery, the transgendered began to experience increasing mental difficulties. Most shockingly, their suicide mortality rose almost 20-fold above the comparable nontransgender population. This disturbing result has as yet no explanation but probably reflects the growing sense of isolation reported by the aging transgendered after surgery. The high suicide rate certainly challenges the surgery prescription.”

 

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The Blood of Our Fathers – Legacy and Tradition

This post had been a long time coming, but I was saving it for later in the summer. However, since Roosh has unveiled his thoughts on neomasculinity, I figure now is a good time to put forward these ideas along with a story for context.

 

I was driving home from work one day when I got a call from my sister, informing me that dad’s struggle with cancer had gone south. The doctors didn’t know his odds at that point, but, worst case scenario, he was circling the drain. She gave me the phone number to his hospital room two-thousand miles away and, when I got home, I made the call.

 

His voice sounded tired and distant, and not totally there, as if he had just woken up from a nap. I don’t remember all of the exact words, but I remember the phone call being short.

 

“Hey dad, how’s it goin’?” I asked.

 

He said something to the effect of, “Ah, just tired.” He didn’t like to reveal how much he was in pain, then or ever, and, if he knew the odds, would never tell us unless they were stellar.

 

“Dani says that you have a beard now,” I said. The hospital hadn’t shaved him, and he was too weak to even use the restroom by himself, so he’d gone scruffy after years of keeping a clean-shave.

 

“Yeah,” he said, “it’s itchy.”

 

“Well maybe you’ll be like Sampson and the beard will give you the power to beat this thing.” Those were indeed my words.

 

He let out a chuckle. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

 

The conversation was already dying off. He didn’t want to speak unless necessary. I told him to rest and get better, to hang in there, that I was thinking about him and that I’d call him back soon, when he was feeling better. He said goodbye too, and we hung up the phone.

 

That was the last time I talked with him before he died.

 

In the following days, his kidneys failed and by the end of the weekend he was gone.

 

I had been out east to see them only two weeks prior, when he was still in decent spirits, although tired. His coworkers didn’t see it coming. His family didn’t know until afterward.

 

That all being said, I don’t have any regrets. I loved and respected him. And while I also I don’t regret those last words, I do regret not being able to show him my new home here in Colorado. Being an old school hippy, stuck in the straight-laced world of a military contractor for the last thirty years, he vowed that he would retire in Colorado and smoke up with me once he was done paying for my sister’s college. Unfortunately, that never happened and he never got to see the state.

 

But he did eventually make it here. After flying home and back for the funeral, my sister and I split his ashes. One half went to the family plot up in NY state. The other half went with me, and I took it to the top of Mt. Evans, over 14 thousand feet above sea level, to scatter his remains to the stone and wind.

 

The loss of our father affected my sister and me very differently. She, being dependent on him for housing and college, needed to see a grief counselor. Me? When he died, I felt empowered, in a way. Yes, I mourned, but afterward I realized that he was here in my home state in two forms. One was the dust left on that mountain, and the other (as cliché as it sounds) was his blood within me. I realized that I am a living remnant of my father. I am his blood. I am his DNA. I am him. Just as I carry on, I will carry him on. Whatever I do, he does. Wherever I go, he goes.

 

And in that same respect, just as my grandfather imparted his blood onto my father, and my great grandfather onto my grandfather, I endeavor to take them on that journey too.

 

Imagine for a second that we remove the distinction between fathers and grandfathers, that we consider all our ancestors our fathers. Whether we liked them or not, whether we knew them or not, we all have taken a part our ancient fathers with us through time and space, through worthlessness and greatness, up until this point we find ourselves.

 

I want to go further because of them, to other countries and continents with the assumption that, if they could see me, they would rejoice at how I’ve carried on their line. I want to do great things so that they too will accomplish great things even centuries after death. This is the meaning of Legacy.

 

After my dad’s death, I learned that he was a Rosicrucian – part of a literal secret society unknown to the common man. This knowledge, along with encouragement of my friends here, empowered me to become a Free Mason.

 

When I took my obligation, I underwent the same ritual as my mother’s father. I stood in the same position as my mother’s father. I spoke the same words as my mother’s father. Despite knowing nothing of this man, for he died long before I was born, we still share a connection through time and space which makes us ostensibly brothers. This connection is the meaning of Tradition.

 

My personal truth is that we are not individuals; we are the accumulation of several lifetimes of people merely paused in this current generation.

 

But in this modern age – largely absent of notions of Legacy or Tradition – we tend to think of ourselves as individuals. Our parents were guardians or caregivers, not the most recent link of your bloodline. We choose not to remember our connection to the past, and, depending on who you are, you might find others of certain political alliances denigrating your bloodline as privileged cishetcolonialpatriarchs.

 

So not only are most of us largely ignorant of our ancestors’ struggles and contributions, the culture at large seems intent on eroding any remaining notions of Legacy and Tradition.

 

Not to make things too political, but a man without an eye to the past also loses an eye to the future, becoming a blind consumer, lost in the moment without motivation for anything greater than themselves nor a pride sourced from anything beyond the personal ego. It is why so many people in this age feel broken and gripped with emotional nihilism.

 

The perfect example is Roosh himself. He was a main founder of the Game community in the Manosphere, but as time went on and his notch count went higher he began to ask himself some uncomfortable questions – why am I doing this? He underwent player burnout, which could be more aptly called an existential breakdown.

 

There, he met a junction, two possibilities leading to two different worlds. He could have found nothing to hold on to and degraded further into nihilism, and, likely, into insanity. His blog posts would become incoherent and emotional, likely caused by the collapsing of the rational mind underneath the weight of madness.

 

The other path was to find something meaningful in this world. For the secular, this is difficult to do, and where others have fallen into the trap of the “I FUCKING LOVE SCIENCE” crowd, Roosh turned to the past and found the traditional.

 

I went through a similar trial. Even though I had moved on from my existential turmoil, my dad’s death truly solidified my mental focus. I am not me; I am merely the accumulation of all my ancestors who had come before. They fought and won a thousand lifetimes of battles, both big and small, so that I could live in the here and now. I take honorable pride in carrying their weight into the future because, when I die, I will be carried along too.

 

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But the Future Refused to Change

But the future refused to changeScience fiction is a projection of the future. Minds that see a negative trajectory imagine a dystopia. Optimistic minds that see a positive ascension envision utopia. Writers of the transhumanist and futurist variety offer musings of a fantastic, even magical future beyond the singularity.

 

But consider this. Perhaps the one future that is truly destined to happen is neither of the two, one that is far more soul-crushing, a future that remains identical to the present in all but the most superficial ways.

 

It is the Neo-Reactionary’s point of view that technological advancement is merely one slice of a civilization’s progress. Social health and political stability are two other pillars. Their belief is that, despite technology giving us easier lives and more economic efficiency, the resulting decadence has also caused our civilization’s social and political capital to decline, and that, on the whole, civilization itself is descending into a dark age rather than ascending into an enlightened one. The reason why we don’t see this is because of two things: we were born with technology in our hands and thus have no past reference, and that this increase in technological efficiency has covered up society crumbling around us.

 

For example, we have high-definition cell phones, capable of a myriad of functions from a simple calculator to playing movies, games, and guiding us with GPS satellites – a feat that would astonish Marty McFly fresh out of the 80’s. However because of our absorption into the internet via our phones, we now consider narcissism normal, and normal narcissistic – another astonishment for Mr. McFly. The question is, have we moved forward, or have we moved back? The answer: yes.

 

Despite having access to more knowledge than the entirety of human existence and more media than we could ever possibly consume, we now can’t separate reality from fiction because no one steps away from their computer to experience the world firsthand. Said computers are faster, smaller, sleeker, but the economy remains on a precipice and riots like Ferguson/Baltimore become ever more frequent. Schools have tablets instead of slide rules, but the lessor quality of the education leaves younger generations unable to achieve independence. And government certainly hasn’t become more effective or efficient with increasing levels of technology.

 

We make one step forward and one step back. We may indeed have new and better tech, or at least revolutionary tech that is always and evermore promised to be just around the corner, but how many potholes did you have to dodge on the way to work this morning?

 

The old science fiction writers imagined space elevators, skyscrapers a mile high, colonization of Mars, artificial intelligence, and even envisioned the more eccentric fantasy of flying cars. Why hasn’t that happened? Why have we stopped building skyscrapers entirely? Because their projections went up when reality plateaued – one step forward, one step back.

 

I imagine that the trend will continue. Cars will look sleeker, but underneath the body-kits the standard combustion engine remains. Websites and trends and apps will come and go but they won’t take us out of our comfort zones. We have no incentive, as a people or as an economy, to move beyond the next quarter. Governments would rather placate the lower classes than make the daring trip to Mars while the actual mission to Mars becomes a private company’s reality TV show, steeped in controversy from the get-go because the politics of the time demand that no more than half the crew consist of cis-hetero-patriarchal-white-men.

 

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Ask yourself, what would happen if a new power source were created, or portals developed which would reduce shipping costs to a fraction and free us from fossil fuels? Where would the proceeds go? Who would get the leftover money? Crony capitalism and the lobbyists would surely collude to keep profit margins high for existing companies – they can’t afford not to. Government regulation would reduce the efficiencies of the new tech. Inflation would make the money saved a moot point while the boon to the economy would only prolong the inevitable instability of our monetary system. And all that leftover money, freed by technological efficiency, would simply be taxed and mailed to a growing number of welfare recipients. As soon as a revolutionary technology is found it is regulated, taxed, and the surplus is spent on inefficiencies, leading to a zero-sum.

 

But you’d still have these sweet portals, right? So you can use them to go anywhere on Earth, but because of social decay there is no place on Earth you’d be safe to go.

 

No revolution will come of it because in that future things haven’t gotten worse enough, thanks to technology, but they haven’t gotten better either. Years go by and the transhumanists and preppers alike are proven wrong.

 

Neo-Reactionaries believe that civilizations run in cycles, from baseline, to ascendance, to decadence, to fall, back to baseline. However what if this cycle were interrupted because ascendance in one area evenly matched the decline of another? How long will it last? As long as human ingenuity and social decay remain in harmony.

 

Just imagine a science fiction novel or TV show taking place 100 years in the future. Then, we get to that future and the civilization hasn’t changed beyond the cosmetic level. Is that not the most terrifying of all futures? To be left in stagnation with neither an oppression to give one a fighting spirit or an Eden to give one respite? That is the horror that I fear more than anything else. It isn’t Orwell’s prediction of a boot stamping on a skull, forever. It is strip malls being built, demolished, and rebuilt, forever.

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Thoughts on this Whole “Transgender” Craze

First of all, the term “transgender” is really a misnomer. Gender refers to the behaviors of the masculine and the feminine. When someone uses the word gender they ought to know it doesn’t refer to human biology, just behavior. The term sex is appropriate when talking about what’s between your legs and what chromosomes you have.

 

You’d think the tumblrists and twitteristas would understand this, given their obsession with all things gender. I mean, this is covered in gender 101.

 

Transsexual is the more accurate word to describe someone who believes they were put into the wrong sexual body. Mind-swapped, as it were – biological men who believe they carry the mind of a woman, and women who believe the reverse. Whether you’re masculine or feminine (adhering to gender) is a separate issue. Whether you find the same sex or opposite sex attractive is, again, another issue. Unfortunately, the Diagnostics and Statistics Manual, which is the holy bible of psychology and psychiatry describes it as Gender Identity Disorder (again, you see the slow erosion of the biological term sex with that of gender). Now, of course, it’s Gender Dysphoria, because progressive academics don’t want to make it seem like a disorder. Hell, they don’t want anything to be stigmatized as a disorder. Don’t be fooled: it is.

 

Actual, bona fide transsexuals are extremely rare in relation to the rest of the populace. They are even rarer than people who identify as gay or lesbian (~3-4% of the population).

 

Psychiatry has spent a great deal of time trying to help these people cope with the body they were actually born with. Back in the 80’s and 90’s, when sex-change operations were just coming into the field and thus prohibitively expensive, psychiatrists regarded the knife as the last resort. Therapy was the main method of choice, with the goal of simply getting these people comfortable with living as they were. For many, it worked. For some, it didn’t. The justification for giving these people therapy was because their mind-swap was and still is, literally, a mental disorder.

 

When a 90 pound girl looks into the mirror and sees a fat, repulsive beast, it means her mental processing does not reflect physical reality. She would be diagnosed and treated for anorexia. When a guy looks into the mirror and imagines his nose as way too large, his cheekbones too small, or his eyebrows too thick, or everything else way out of proportion, he too is seeing the world through a delusion in his mind rather than what truly appears in reality. He would be diagnosed and treated for Body Dysmorphic Disorder. Whenever the mind perceives the parts of one’s body as something different than the reality then it is a mental disorder, and it needs to be treated as a mental disorder. Period. We DON’T give the girl with anorexia a prescription for diet pills to placate her broken mind. We DON’T allow the man with BDD to indulge in his fantasies and radically change his body.

 

So when a biological man, with XY chromosomes, looks in a mirror and sees a woman looking from behind those eyes, then it too is a mental disorder no different than the person with anorexia or BDD. Psychiatrists thus initially tried the obvious method of getting the person to recognize and become comfortable with the FACT that they were, and still are, a man.

 

Progressives recoil at this because it is supposedly trans-phobic (which, in a linguistic context makes no sense, since no one actually fears transsexuals). They see it as something similar to a pray the gay away campaign, or a relic of psychiatry’s bigoted past. In one sense, they’re right. But only to a degree.

 

Here’s the thing about mental disorders, dysmorphic ones or not: they are all contextual. Mental disorders are defined as behavior or thinking that does not match the norm, AND causes distress to themselves and/or others, AND society perceives it to be a disorder. If an artist is totally bonkers, but still is able to paint and likes her quirks then there’s no justification in institutionalizing her. If the general populous accepts this then she lives without risk of being thrown into a padded room.

 

But if society believes that her eccentricities are detrimental then she has cause for alarm.

 

Psychiatry is nothing more than the institutionalized enforcement of a society’s behavioral and cognitive norms. If someone’s thinking falls beyond the acceptable boundaries that society imposes then psychiatry will make them conform. However, these boundaries are fluid. Hence why I said psychological disorders are contextual. Our society doesn’t think homosexuality is a disorder, thus it isn’t. The society within Saudi Arabia thinks homosexuality IS a disorder, and thus it’s a disorder. The relativity blade cuts both ways, and changes over time.

 

Now, a progressive reading this will say, “YES! That is why we can’t be trans-phobic. Society needs to change to accept these people.”

 

Hold on a second. Just because psychiatry got it wrong with homosexuality doesn’t mean they also got it wrong with “gender” identity disorder. Sexual attraction doesn’t create a delusional break from reality, hence why it was dropped. Sexual identity, however, is a matter of physical, biological reality. Just because progressives want it to be a case of gender fluidity doesn’t mean it isn’t a cognitive break from reality. It truly is, and it needs to be treated like such, not a “brave” civil rights issue.

 

The progressive narrative advocating for gender revolution and trans-acceptance has had a disastrous effect on the younger generations, the tumblrists and twitternistas, who have latched onto “transgender” as the new cause and identity du jour. If you look at the videos on youtube or vine, or the posts on tumblr, the one thing that should stick out to you is that almost all these people are kids. They’re not old enough to even have legal sex, nor have they even fully grown into their biological sex, and yet they believe they can switch that sex with hormones and surgery. They haven’t even lived enough to know better.

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Truly, they are not transsexuals. They do not actually feel mind-swapped. Rather, they are merely children who have attached to the transgender narrative because it gives them an outlet for their teenage angst. It offers them a perfect victim narrative to the middle-class white kids of the internet who are so desperate for some kind of individual validation. Since they can’t be gay, they can instead be trans and still stick it to society while fighting social norms, man, with an oppression badge. Masculinity and femininity require some kind of effort, so why not just wear a hoodie?

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Someone get this person a dictionary.

But here are the uncomfortable facts that transgender advocates don’t want to hear. Dr. McHugh is a former Chief Psychiatrist, and is the current Distinguished Service Professor at Johns Hopkins. He said that:

 

  1. Transgender is indeed a mental disorder
  2. Sex changes were biologically impossible
  3. 70-80% of children who identify as trans end up changing their mind later in life.
  4. Transsexuals have a twenty times higher suicide rate.

 

Look at the big picture, especially those last two. This is not “genderfluidity”. This is a psychological illness.

 

There is many an autistic boy who, after being raised by a helicopter mom and having no male influence, will choose to be female because he simply likes women better. There is many a psychologically damaged girl or feminist zealot who will choose to be male as an excuse to not be a feminine woman. Even worse, some people with preexisting psychological problems latch onto gender-fluidity believing that it is the cause of their anxiety, depression, or other mental imbalances. They get the surgeries and hormones, only to discover that they are STILL miserable.Turns out, it wasn’t their “gender” identity at all. But the surgery can’t be undone. Hence the high suicide rate.

 

But I think the worst of it all comes from parents encouraging their young children, some as young as 4, to come out as trans”gender”. Exhibit A. Exhibit B. Both programs check off the usual progressive propaganda points:

  • Using the word gender to refer to biology instead of sex
  • The child “chose on their own” and their choice immediately accepted without verification because the parents “just knew”
  • Appeal to authority, in the case of A with a gender specialist, in B with a congressmen
  • Accepting the child’s decision and unconditionally loving them no matter what, not unlike the free range kid movement
  • Most telling: progressive parents

To the Today Show’s main demo, there is no reason not to accept this. But underneath the surface there’s no denying that having a trans child is the perfect status signal for the middle class SWPL progressive. It beats out being black, Hispanic, poor, and even having a gay child, because gay people are more accepted than transsexuals.

 

If you don’t look at societal narcissism, then this issue is fairly cut and dry. However with the lens of societal narcissism, particularly progressive narcissism, then the transgender child turns into a status symbol of how much you’re against traditional gender roles, man, of how accepting and tolerant you are, man, of how much you love your kid in the face of all this transphobic bullying, man. So how do we know their children are truly transsexual, or if the parents have seized on the right opportunity during a childhood phase? There is a powerful incentive at play here…

 

When it’s easy and encouraged to come out as trans, you’re going to have a lot more posers, weirdos, and narcissists joining in for no other reason than to have an identity.

 

Back in the 80’s and 90’s, when trans issues weren’t given explicitly positive coverage in the media, being trans came with negative consequences. One could lose their family and kids, friends, job, and possibly anyone they’d ever known after starting anew as a completely different person. If that amount of pressure is against you, and yet you still defy that pressure, then your conviction is sincere. The people who had “gender” identity disorder back before it was cool were legitimate cases. They dealt with legitimate problems and legitimately needed therapy to deal with a mental disorder. That is a far cry from what we have today.

 

The current crop of trans children are anything but, and the progressive narrative, this new “civil rights” issue, is putting fuel on this fire. According to their narrative, everyone is equal from the neck up and any true biological differences are simply superficial. What better way to drive this point home by making your sex organs interchangeable? Similarly, the narrative considers “patriarchal” and “traditional” social norms misogynist and oppressive. But in the process of trying to dethrone those norms, progressives have simultaneously thrown human sexual dimorphism under the bus, and allowed people to indulge in their mental delusions by telling them: if your mind’s eye and reality conflict, then it is reality, not your mind, that needs changing.

 

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