Monday, 15 August 2016

Women aren’t magic, it’s the man who thinks they are

There’s a lovely Truffaut movie called Day For Night (La Nuit Americaine) which you should see. Jean-Pierre Leaud appears in it, of course, as a young member of the cast. He spends the first half of the film asking everyone he meets: “are women magic?” The answer I like is given by an older man in the film crew: “either all women are magic, or none are”. Women aren’t magic, it’s the man who thinks they are. And if one is, he will think they all are, but let him think that one is not magic, but mundane and with feet of clay, and all the others tumble to the ground as well.

Men who think that women are magic believe crap like this:
“It’s an overwhelming emotion you have about another person, an emotion that you can’t truly explain but you can’t get rid of. It makes you want to be with that person, hold them, touch them, have sex with them. It shows itself as an exchange of energy, a polarity, that excites your soul. Love makes you feel great and totally transforms life. Love is worship of the other person, the woman who is divine for you. Love is the power house behind our lives, it is the reason we live.”
I know. Similar things have been said about opium, cocaine, heroin and Prozac. For our purposes notice that "worship of the other person, the woman who is divine for you”. Divine = magic.

Believing that women are magic is one of those things that divides the world into two, like deadlifts, programming, and contemporary art. Knowing that women are not magic, however, does not mean that we "love them for who they are”. That’s a Blue Pill fantasy. It means they get treated just like regular people, that they are held accountable to the same standards of behaviour as men.

Imagine you had a detector that told you, infallibly, when another person, male or female, was a drunk, an addict, a self-harmer, a congenital liar, had a personality disorder, or was a bully, a user and abuser, or a taker not a giver, in other words, imagine you could tell if someone was exactly the sort of person you should avoid. Do you honestly think you would find your way to the Red Pill?

No. You wouldn’t. But you might be deafened by the sound of that alarm going off. Because the weaker and needier you are, the more people will be inclined to use you. Never Give A Sucker An Even Break isn’t just the title of a W C Fields movie: it’s a moral attitude. “If the Lord had not meant them to be sheared, he would not have made them sheep.” You’ll be surprised who said it. The truth is that a large proportion of people think that caveat emptor gives the tradesman permission to cheat, since the customer has been warned to watch out for cheating.

Once you know that women are not magic, and it’s you that makes them so in your own eyes, then you have two choices. The first is to keep them out of the house: relationships, sure, but no hanging her dresses in the wardrobe and putting her eye-shadow in the bathroom. That way, when he gets tired of her shit, he can stop seeing her and get another one. That was my life.

The second is to let them move in the tampons, cushions and knickers, abandon any plans for a Saturday reading and sleeping in the shade, and be prepared to engage on a non-stop war of attrition about what he does with his time, money and resources, moderated by the occasional sexy time. That’s other men’s lives.

If a man wakes up in the middle of a marriage, he has to tough it out, and the Red Pill / Game will help. Some Woken Marrieds understand that they wouldn’t have done it if they had known then what they know now. Woken Singles aren’t going to get married or have children. But there’s a few allegedly Woken Men who insist that Men Without Women are cowards, wimps, virgins, and fat, basement-dwelling players of Dark Souls. According to these blowhards, Real Men knock out a couple of kids, put up with all the shit his wife / baby mama gives him, while trying to keep his daughter from turning into a hooker and his son from turning into a crystal meth addict.

Heard that before? Yep, it’s the same old guilt trip as the twerp at the top of the page pulls in the rest of his article. Only the insults differ. These guys can’t live without female validation. Like those mavens who complain that without religion, society is lost and life is meaningless.

(These blowhards are not the men who think of persuading, managing, supervising, co-operating with, conflicting and even having rows with, other people as their work or vocation. To these men marriage is another source of their life's purpose, not a distraction from it. While they may not always enjoy every moment of their marriages, these men are in a meaningful sense happily married, as they get to do what they enjoy. These men don't often show up in the Sphere, and when they do, they don't really understand what the rest of us are complaining about. What we think of as an irritating distraction and endless random noise are to these men the very stuff and purpose of life. This doesn't mean these men are Red Pill, it just means they like all that distraction and noise.)

Women do not maketh the man, any more than men maketh the woman. In a materialist society, women can gain value by associating with high-status men, and men can lose value by associating with low-status women. That’s not what we’re talking about. A person, male or female, has to have an identity that comes from within themselves, though how it is expressed may change according to the economy and society they find themselves in. When the toys change, somehow they use the new toys to express the same person, not to create a new one.

That’s the hardest lesson anyone has to learn: that in the end, their identity and value is theirs to create, and only theirs to create. It can’t be sub-contracted to women, priests or gurus. Of course we swipe ideas from anywhere to create our identity, that’s what culture is for, and the choice is ours. It can’t be someone else’s. Ask me how I know. And yes, that sounds like Going Your Own Way, and it is. A man can Go His Own Way and lead a mainstream life, but it has to be his choice, not something he sleep-walked into, or did because he couldn’t think of anything better.

A world without magic (or religion, which is kinda the same thing) is an acquired taste. It’s for grown-ups, like Cranach paintings, whisky and John Coltrane’s Live At The Village Vanguard. But it’s worth it.

Postscript: When I have talked about women not being magic, I have been referring to them as people. Of course women can be magic, as having a beautiful smile, or a fluid walk, or a fascinating face, or almond eyes, and many other things, and this is to find them magical or fascinating as art works, on a par with the figures in paintings, photographs or movies. Call this “objectification” if you want, it is certainly aethesetisation, as we do to sunsets and landscapes, or cityscapes, when we abstract an image from the whole and present that for attention in itself. In this sense women can be magic, but in this sense as well, the magic lies in the gaze of the viewer, not in the thing viewed. Some people don’t find almond eyes fascinating, after all.

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