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Morality and Biology

Rob Says1 Comment

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Recently I’ve been listening to Sex at Dawn and Mating in Captivity while I’ve been out and about doing my route. (Hey it rhymes!) Both audio books have given me a lot of food for thought.

A lot of people have decried and discredited Sex at Dawn, saying that the research is biased and that the author’s have their own agenda. I would agree with the agenda part for sure, some of their language that they use and the way that they write (or in this case, the way that it was narrated) makes an agenda very apparent. I’ve seen and heard that there are other books and whatnot that, at the very minimum, refute a lot of what the author’s had to say. (Sex at Dusk comes to mind, as well as Promiscuity.)

There is a “statement” of sorts that the authors of Sex at Dawn mentioned several times throughout the book that got me to thinking though, and it goes something like this:

If monogamy is our “natural” state, if it is our “natural” sexual strategy, then why do we need to enforce it?

We’ve had years of religion and family forcing monogamy down our throats. We’ve enacted laws, both past and present, that either try to curtail “extramarital activities,” or provide punishments for those who get “caught.” We’ve even got tax break incentives for people to get married.

If monogamy is our “natural” sexual state/strategy, then why adultery? Why “cheating?” Why the “cock carousel?” Why do we need to enforce monogamy if that is our natural state? Why is it both men and women usually end up having multiple partners over the years?

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe monogamy is our natural state. At least it’s not mine. The idea of being with just one woman for the rest of my life, at least sexually, doesn’t really appeal to me. I’m glad for the experiences that I have had, and intend to have more before I’m done.

My argument, my complaint, is with the fact that bias and morality end up in research when it comes to damn near everything. I know that confirmation bias is a real thing. I know that we as human beings, as people, are not infallible and that we end up usually looking for things to confirm our ideas, our outlooks if you will, instead of actually seeking “the truth.” It just gets so frustrating when you want to learn about a subject and it seems that for every article, or paper, or what-have-you, there is another article, paper, etc., that refutes it.

Sex at Dawn cites a lot of studies and research that points to the notion that we as human beings aren’t naturally inclined to monogamy. Apparently Sex at Dusk (I haven’t read it yet, so I don’t know for certain. It’s on my next to read list) refutes a lot of what Sex at Dawn had to say.

That seems to be the problem with a lot of “research” these days, and maybe it always has been this way. One study or finding points at one thing, and then another points in a totally different direction, refuting the orginal premise. Who is “right?” Who is “wrong?”

I just want to find the truth. That’s all I’m looking for, is the truth. What is, instead of what “ought to be” or what “should be.” This is what I find so frustrating with many things and is why I tend to “go off” on moralists and purists. I don’t want your morality, I just want the facts. I want the truth. Stop selling me your agenda and just show me the information that points to how things are.

This is why I take issue with the “patriarchy” and TradCon crowd. I don’t have a problem with their message as a whole, but I do have a problem when they are offering it up as “the truth” when clearly you can see, on a daily basis, that the only real patriarchy that exists in the United States and in the West today is the State. If monogamy and marriage were the “natural ways” of us being, then why no-fault divorce? If patriarchy really exists in our modern times, then why do men get divorce raped and have no authority in their marriages?

Again I ask, if monogamy is our “natural sexual strategy,” then why all of the laws and whatnot that enforces it? If monogamy was our “natural state,” then wouldn’t we be doing it as a whole? Why would we need laws and social or cultural customs to enforce it? We don’t need laws and codes of enforcement in order to make us take a shit or to eat, so if monogamy is “natural,” why the enforcement, and why do we as a whole seem to be going against what is supposed to be biologically natural for us?

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The Numbers Were Down

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Dwayne sat hunched over his computer monitor, looking at the screen. He had been sitting and staring at it for more than ten minutes. In that time, and no matter how hard he wanted it to be different, the numbers hadn’t changed.

They were down.

His course sales had fallen off dramatically. His online accountability club was losing memberships faster than he could gain them. Even his old friend, Tennessee said that things were looking grim. “It’s been a tough year Pard.”

“It sure has, Tennessee. What do you think can be done about it?”

“I don’t know for sure Pard, but maybe we ought to come clean and own our shit and admit we fucked up. Maybe we backed the wrong guys.”

Dwayne sat and thought about it long and hard.

“No Tennessee, I don’t think that’s the answer. I can’t do that. I’m just going to keep looking the other way and pretend that what happened didn’t happen.”

“I get it Pard, it’s hard to eat shit and then some. So what do we do?”

Dwayne felt an icy chill run down his back, he was thinking about how he had quit his job to focus on his online club and to making courses. His wife couldn’t work at the moment, she was in the final trimester of her pregnancy. She was eight months along and could go into labor at any moment. She had complications during the last pregnancy and their son had been born a month premature.

Dwayne pulled up a spreadsheet. It showed the amount of money they had in the bank versus the amount of money that they owed. The amount owed was much higher than what they had available.

Tennessee was staring at Dwayne intently, watching his every move. Normally the older man was a rock, steadfast. The lines of worry that crossed his face unsettled Dwayne, he was used to the older man being an anchor. It was scary seeing the older man in the shape he was; like a trapped animal.

“I don’t know just yet Tennessee, but I’ve got to figure something out, the mortgage is coming up, the truck payment is overdue, and then there’s Maggie…” He trailed off.

Tennessee nodded his head, sat back and sighed. Then he snapped his fingers and said, “I’ve got it!”

Dwayne looked at the older man eagerly.

“Hand me your laptop there Pard.”

Dwayne handed the laptop over to Tennessee. Tennessee then logged onto his social media account and typed, “All the guys who have met me and have talked to me have gotten their bang for their buck. Pure value, hands down.” Then he hit send.

Tennessee handed back the laptop to Dwayne with a smile. “There we go Pard, I think we’ll weather this storm.”

Dwayne put the laptop back on the kitchen table, and opened up his own social media account. “I hope you’re right Tennessee. I don’t know what I’m going to do if the course sales and the accountablity club keep dropping off. I would hate to have to go and ask for my job back.”

“I hear ya Pard.” Tennesse told Dwayne, patting him on the back.

Dwayne looked at his social media account. “Goddammit, why can’t these guys just fucking forget about the shit that happened before? Why can’t they just let it go?”

Already there were what seemed like thousands of mentions of Dwayne’s name and guys asking him why he was turning a blind eye to the antics of his online friends.

Tennesee looked and winced. “It’s getting pretty bad Pard, what are you going to say or do?”

Dwayne rubbed his hand across his face, feeling the stubble rasp under his palm.

“I know what to say,” he said. Then he began to type.

“Fatherhood is about taking care of business and handling your shit,” The keys on the keyboard clicked. “Here’s my son crushing it at the hockey game on Saturday.” Dwayne uploaded a photo of his oldest son in his jersey, with a hockey stick in hand. “I couldn’t be more proud of him.” Dwayne pressed send.

“We just keep ignoring it, Tennesse. We have to.” Dwayne said as he looked at his friend.

An alert on the computer grabbed Dwayne’s attention. He clicked over to his online club account to see what the notification was.

Another two members had unsubscribed.

Both wanted refunds.

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Outrage Revisited

Rob Says3 Comments

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A few weeks ago, I wrote a post about the latest from Gillette, PETA, and the APA. Not only did I publish it on MasculineGeek.com, but I also wrote about it to my subscribers on my e-mail list.

I’ve had some time to think about it, and now I want to revisit it if you will.

I’ll be the first one to admit:

I got caught up.

I got distracted.

I got caught up in the outrage. The geniuses, and I mean that sincerely, found my buttons and pushed them. I couldn’t think straight. They did their jobs and they did them well.

I’ve had some time to cool off and rethink things and here’s what I’ve come up with.

The advertising execs at Proctor and Gamble, and at Gillette specifically don’t give a fuck about “Men Being Better.” They just want to sell razors and shaving cream. The only reasons that they chose to go after Men is because that is the current trend. Virtue signalling is Big Business at the moment. We’ll see if their investment via advertising pays off for them in the long run or not.

Same with PETA. They don’t give a fuck about you either. They just want money for “the cause.” That’s it. You aren’t a person to them, let alone a Man. You are just pocket change. You’re a wallet to them.

The American Psychological Association with their statement that conventional masculinity is being classified as a mental disorder is the only one that still bothers me. It sets a dangerous precedent. But that’s another post for another time.

These outfits are not targeting Men, especially Men over the age of 35 because that age demographic doesn’t spend much money. Think about it. When was the last time that you specifically bought a razor or shaving cream. I can’t remember the last time that I did, and I use a razor and shaving cream on a regular basis. Who bought me my stuff? The women in my life. My ex-wife, my ex-girlfriend, and my mother, to name a few. I have enough razors and shaving cream to last me at least another year before I’ll need to get anymore.

This is who the advertising execs are targeting: Women. Women spend 80% of the money but make less than 50% of the wealth. They have the largest debt bubble in history. This is their target audience. Push women’s emotional buttons and get them to buy shit that they and we as well, don’t need.

As Rian Stone put it, “Those tampons aren’t going to sell themselves.” I have to get that Man credit, it was a video of his that put a lot of this outrage “porn” or “outrage culture” in perspective for me. That’s one of many things I like about Rian, the Man makes me think. Here’s the video that got me thinking, check it out:

All of those ads, all of the movies and the TV shows that shit on Men and depict them as idiots and buffoons? They aren’t meant for you Men. These aren’t the shows for you. You shouldn’t be watching them. They were meant for women. Think about it for a moment.

You are sitting there watching some stupid-ass sitcom, where the guy is a complete idiot. He wouldn’t know how to tie his shoes if it wasn’t for his amazing and brilliant wife who always shows up to save him from himself. We as Men watching this just roll our eyes and shake our heads. We can see it plain as day. No guy is that big of an idiot in real life. Even the lowest beta schlub is better than that idiot on the idiot box. We don’t buy it, not for a second right?

But do you know who does buy it? Women. They eat that shit up. Then they go on social media with their “You Go Girl!” empowerment trope that we all know too well. What else is going on during that sitcom? Commercials. Advertising. Execs selling shit to women that they don’t need or want, until that advertisement tells them otherwise.

Women, children, and guys under 35. That’s the advertising execs target audience. Why is that? Because they are moldable, that’s why. Guys over 35 are typically “set in stone” by that point. I know this because I know me. You can show me a ton of commercials and I’m still not buying shit because I don’t need it and I’m not interested in it.

Which brings me to the next point:

Outrage porn isn’t just on TV and the movies, it’s not just commercial advertising.

Some of the Men from Masculine Geek and I had a brief chat about it on Twitter the other day. It all started with some dipshit pandering to his feminist overlords about guys being idiots and that women should rule the world, or something of that nature. It irritated one of my Brothers, and I could understand why. For a moment it irritated me too.

Then I remembered that I have only so many fucks to give in this life and once they are gone, they are gone.

This dipshit on Twitter is nothing but an NPC parroting and regurgitating lines that he’s been programmed with. He’s spitting out the same slop at the appropriate times and intervals like the good little automaton that he is. He’s hoping that his virtue signalling is going to get him credit instead of actually doing something truly original, like doing the actual work, instead of being a keyboard warrior. Here’s a newsflash for that dipshit if he happens to find this post one day:

She still won’t fuck you.

He’s a bot, bottom line. Nothing more. His virtue signalling is par for the course. Basically it’s another day at the office and business as usual. And like the NPC’s in video games that you’ve played over and over? You know they have nothing new to say and nothing to advance the storyline, so you move right past them and ignore them because you see them for the time wasters that they are.

That’s what social media, and even real life is like to a degree now. Your challenge as a conventionally masculine Man is to see and separate the NPC’s from the “other players.” It’s not hard when you know what to look for. You’ll see it all around you. And you’ll know them for the time wasters that they are and you’ll move on by and let them be.

I believe that we as Men have two powerful weapons in our arsenal at this point.

We have our wallets. We can choose to reward those that choose not to pander to the Gospel of Feminism. We can take our purchasing power, since we as Men create over half of the wealth of the world, and give it to those who choose not to shove their political views down our throats. We can tell them, “sell razors, not politics,” by doing this.

Let’s talk about the most important one of all: Our Attention.

We can choose to not give these NPC’s, these panderers of the feminist agenda, these white knights, and these virtue signallers our attention. Just like the women that they bend the knee to, they thrive on attention. When we as Men stop thinking and get emotional, they are living rent free in our heads, which is exactly what they want. When they get in your head, you stop thinking and start reacting, which is a prime way to get you to part with money from your wallet. They win. You get distracted by shit that doesn’t matter and wasn’t really meant for you in the first place and then you waste your most precious commodity: Your time.

It’s time to stop with the click bait and the outrage porn. It’s time to take your minds back and start thinking for yourselves. It’s time to start giving a fuck to things that matter, things that you can influence and control to make your lives better for you. It’s time to stop giving a fuck about what the panderers, the outrage peddlers, the feminists, and the NPC’s are thinking and saying. You’ve already heard it all before, there’s nothing new there.

You’ve only got so many fucks to give after all.

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