As of late, a robust portion my thoughts have been directed towards male liberation and the peripherally related concept of game, i.e., “gettin’ some.” One operative premise: feminism now reigns as conqueror in Western Incivilization (you, my dear reader, may quote me on this). No longer *can* we safely (i.e., publicly, professionally, even religiously in many cases) acknowledge innate gender differences and each gender’s respective duties/privileges. Another operative premise: given that any semblance of a society based upon traditional roles remains possible only in sentimental (Internet) reveries, a sensible man best abandon any hope of assuming a traditional role and, instead, seek what he can get before it ALL comes crashing down (and it will).
(While I will not give the link to the particular “game” blog that I read [as anyone truly interested has probably already come to this site], I will gladly refer any reader to this pro-male site.)
Dig this: Western women, by and large, have contracted the virus of feminism (and you thought condoms would prevent this, right?). While I believe that the rise of feminism can be traced to a somewhat righteous–yes, “righteous”–anger with men who have refused to fulfill the duties their gender demands they fulfill, this is neither here nor there. The current reality: Women are now as (sexually) liberated as men. As Bill Kaufmann wistfully opines in his With Good Intentions? Reflections on the Myth of Progress in America, suffrage has simply granted women the ability to disagree officially with their husbands. (Too lazy to cite this–read the damn book for yerself.) And, as G. K. Chesterton rightly noted, equal representation in the workplace simply allows women to experience the same form of oppression that men have primarily suffered. (Once again, find your own damn citation for this–I have had too much bourbon to care really about such referential matters.) The greatest genderest irony of it all is that women, in more socially-heretical vulnerable moments, may admit to a longing for the Old Days (what else can explain the popularity of Mad Men among young women) when more clearly defined roles allowed for female submission and male chivalry, yet men now see no strong justification to play the role of white knight for modern women who, only in the loosest possible way, can be called “ladies.”
Thus, what is a man who still harbors desires to raise a traditional family in a traditional manner to do? Accepting that most women are now just as loose–err, liberated–and non-committal as most men, should a man resolutely face the reality of this era of dissipation and claim what he can get while he can get it? That is, from what I can gather, the philosophy of “game.” As proponents of “game” argue, evolution (read: the interplay between genes and culture) provides an explanation for why women crave (and always will) the frequently destructive Alpha males they do and why playas gotta play. Regardless of this, however, my main contention with “game,” apart from the Catholic beliefs that I still maintain (however tenuously) and the fact that a string of random sexual encounters in no way appeals to me, is that for all the talk about freeing oneself from the domination of women, if a man still lives with the acquisition of, ahem, nookie notches on his bed post as the prevalent guiding point for his life, he has not truly freed himself from the domination of women or from his own lust. Perhaps I misunderstand “game,” though. Perhaps the underlying thrust is one that seeks to reinforce (and use to one’s advantage) the natural biological differences that inhere between the sexes, whether or not such stratagems necessarily aim toward sexual activity.
…what is a man to do? What is a man to do who still believes that he should be the aggressor and that, whether or not she admits it, a woman really wants to be dominated and to submit to a powerful man? Hell if I know–I am just another damn blogger. Given the worthlessness of too many modern Western women (and men, lest anyone think that I discriminate–even though I do) in regard to long term relationships, I would think that more men would start reconsidering the freedom of celibacy. Options: A boxing lesson followed by a Barry Hannah novel and bourbon or an evening of dull conversation spent counting how easily Ms. Hottie gets distracted by any nearby motion–other guys, other girls, passing cars, falling leaves, squirrels across the street, invisible kittens, thought bubbles of passing cartoon characters, etc.? Of course, I exaggerate for comical effect–more than likely you know that she will not be that hot.