It’s a Dog’s Life

According to Westsern Witch Doctors, sanity is a relative measurement. The Sane Man is not He who has optimized his processing power with Good Priors and Bayes Theorem; it is not He who has become an Ubermensch, inductively reasoning out Trigonometry, while being omni-aware of his innermost thoughts – no, the Sane Man is nothing like that. Quite simply, modern Psychology defines sanity as that which fits closest to the mean. Bell curves are what determine value; not intrinsic worth.

By their standards, dear reader – by virtue of the unhealthy society in which we live – we are, both of us, Quite Mad.

But madness goes in all dircetions; just because The Teacher is wrong doesn’t mean that Any Answer is right.  So when I find that I’ve struck a chord – that others find my thoughts to be accurate and timely – it is comforting.  It increases the probability that I am Mad in precisely the Right Way.

In fact, thanks to some excellent comments, I feel the need to follow up.  Specifically, regarding one implicit premise from last time: why do I assume that education and career are things that ought to be primarily male?

We could start at the beginning – but that’s been done before.  Always more fun to go In through the Out Door, I always say.  So, let us ask: what is the point of all this chattering?

Beauty, art, friendship, accomplishment, family, a home, love! Are these not the things that matter in life?  Forget for one moment about money – elsewise you turn into one of those damned fools who buys brand-new leather sofas every two years.  Forget about being cool, about being empowered, fame, fortune, and all those other windmills.

Building a home, raising a family, and having honest friends is what it’s all about.

So – say it with me now!  Females in the Workforce: what’s in it for Us?

Fifty years ago, women weren’t allowed to work.

Horseshit.  Forget about history’s Madame Curies for a moment – I don’t need them.  Just think of your grandmothers.  Fifty years back, women used to tend to the home, raise the children, and take part in the community; if their husband was an entrepreneur (as most were, at the time) they had His Back.  Women sacrificed all of this to work in munitions plants during the war, they have been candy stripers and they have been nurses.  They made their husband lunches before he headed off to the factory.  They were the mortar which held the bricks of society together.

But women’s work wasn’t paid.

So what?  Seriously, so-fucking-what?  Did everything your grandmother did somehow ‘lack value’ because there wasn’t a piece of currency attached to it?  Nowadays the work hasn’t changed – it’s still primarily women in the social work/childcare/food service industries – only now, instead of having a loving wife taking care of Her Own Family, we have outsourced all of this labour to soulless bureaucracies.

I’ll bet that old lady at Tim Hortons is just ecstatic to make my bagel for me.

Work is empowering.

Are you kidding me?  Work sucks.  I hate having a job.  It’s a Dog’s Life.  Maybe if you’re some hack like Margaret Wente, earning an inflated income for low-quality work thanks to a ~125 IQ and feminist politics, work can feel pretty empowering – but what about Sheila who works at Bick’s pickle factory?

Let’s recall Roissy for a second here:

Female economic equality = male dating inequality; male dating equality = female economic inequality.

When Steve works at the pickle factory, he might hate his job, but it allows him to find a wife and a family.  Chicks dig guys with money.  When Sheila works at the pickling factory, it actively prevents her from finding a husband.

Let me explain.

When it comes to sex and evolution, men have two strategies: the Alpha strategy of multiple children, with low investment, versus the Beta strategy of fewer children, with higher investment.  Women, on the other hand, have a singular, two-part strategy.

Step 1: Achieve financial investment.

Step 2: If possible, have Alpha males sire children (thus producing sexy sons).

By working at the pickle factory, Sheila has inadvertantly achieved Step 1.  Because of this, she will not find Steve attractive; he cannot ‘show off’ his wealth, because she earns as much as he.  Fifty years ago, she would have admired his Toyota Corrola (what with her not having a job); today, she drives the same, and is unimpressed.  As a consequence, Sheila only feels True Tingles for men who are either out of her league (higher class, richer) or Badboy Alphas (such as yours truly).

The best Steve can hope for is a 6-month-to-6-year hypergamous fling.

But wait – so far we’re only looking at how Sheila is miscallibrating her own genitalia.  What’s she doing to Steve’s?

Well, as a member of the Half Formed Chromosome group, Steve has three objectives in finding a mate. First, and most importantly, she must be fertile (young, and without disfigurement).  Secondly, she must be of good stock (intelligent, personable).  Thirdly, if he is to invest in her, she should be chaste (no bastard spawn for him).

So right off the bat, Sheila (who I’ve now decided has spent five years at University instead of the pickle factory – it’s my example, goddamnit!) – has blown away his most important objective: she is 30, getting older by the minute, with a quarter the eggs she once had.  As for the second point – this baseline for their compatibility no longer applies.  And finally, the third point – if he can’t offer her resources, in exchange for long term commitment, then what’s he supposed to offer her?  Love?  Only men feel that for the long term; for women it quickly sours into contempt.

Ergo, thanks to her working at the Post-Secondary Pickle Plant, this match made in Mediocre Heaven is now dead in the water.  Goodbye marriage, I knew thee well…

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So who says marriage is the only option?  I sure as hell don’t.  But maybe I’ll save that for next time…

For the moment let’s consider another social order: that exemplified by lions.  How about if us dudes just chilled out 24/7, while we sent the bitches off to the coal mine to work?

Have you ever worked in an office full of women?

This, I think, is the final nail in the coffin when it comes to females in the workplace.

Premise: Men and women have different intellectual, physical, and emotional makeups.

This is so blindingly obvious that few will refute it, when boldly stated like this, and yet few will factor it in to their calculations.  Women are far better at Empathizing (an incredibly complex brain module which requires accurate simulation of The Other).  The price of empathy is excess emotion; the same circuits which allow it, tie-in directly to their hearts.  This improves their ability to nurture and network, while imparing their sense of justice and aggression (a fundamental attribute of teamwork).

Men are better abstract thinkers; this is what makes justice, competition, and technology come as second nature to them.  Time and time again I have seen men use violence in a reasonable, judicious manner; even street thugs engage in violence ‘reasonably’, according to their goals.  If you’ve ever been unfortunate enough to see a violent woman, than you know how nihilistic and extremist it is.  A violent woman knows no limits – she will accept any level of self-injury for the sake of harming you.

And these are just our emotional differences; the differences in our physical and intellectual makeups are just as profound, but even if they weren’t, it still wouldn’t matter.  Our innate drives – the lifestyles we choose – are different enough.  A lower-skilled, average male worker will be willing to work 45 hours a week, grunting away without complaining, accepting his status in a competetive environment.  When a man starts working he just wants to get the job done.  A higher-skilled female in the same job will be more concerened with the pecking order, take offense at slights, and will be more likely to take time off for friends and family.  Women are intrinsically concerened about their status – they want attention.

In other words, a half-competent dude makes a better employee than a competent woman.

So, in conclusion:

1. Women – as a whole (demographics, not individuals) – are not particularly good at working in productive industries; they complement men, they do not replace them.

2. Women damage their value as wives and mothers when they have a full-time job

3. Working sucks sweaty goat balls, but men (and only men) achieve a net benefit from it.

4. “Women’s work” is neither devalued nor degrading – except according to Feminists.

5. Women are still doing “women’s work” only now with a paycheque, and poisonous bureaucracies governing it.

6. This is an idiotic way to run our society.

Good lord, fifteen-hundred words – and I’ve only laid the ground work for where I’m heading.

“Aurini is a misogynist who’s afraid of strong women,” in 5… 4… 3… 2…