This was intended to be a shorter post for the week, as projects and research have taken up most of my time, but it turned out to be about the usual length. Watching the meltdown over the past week over two barely-related topics made me really think about the timing of their breaking: Game of Thrones approaching its humorously absurd conclusion, and the state of Alabama passing what is the strictest American anti-abortion law in living memory. Continue reading “A Mediocre Sense of Evil”
I think I’ve finally found common ground with radical feminists.
They’re concerned about rape culture, the degradation of women into sex objects, the insecurity they face in relationships that start as hook-ups, and a slew of other factors. Traditionalists and neoreactionaries are also concerned about some of this stuff, though not in so many words. The voluntary degeneration of women into sex slaves, the wanton disregard for decency in public, and the near-abolition of the family all weigh heavily on our minds, but maybe the solutions to all these problems are right in plain sight. Continue reading “Maybe Radical Feminism Isn’t So Bad After All”
With the recent nomination of Brett Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court, the left has predictably lost its mind. Justice Anthony Kennedy’s retirement announcement struck an ugly chord with the self-appointed defenders of civil liberties—at least those that enshrine the rights of infanticide, sodomy, and religious censorship. It didn’t matter who Trump was willing to nominate, since after Gorsuch’s nomination, it was clear that Trump wasn’t the left wing New York liberal that his neocon detractors had predicted. The left was going to protest anyone. Continue reading “There’s A New Justice Headed to Town”
Imagine having a company policy about how long you’re allowed to look at someone. Just think about that. Maybe you have a few guys here or there that like to stare when that coworker of yours comes in wearing a skirt that’s a size too small for her. Or maybe you have those socially awkward men with have intense gazes who never break eye-contact when they’re speaking. Or maybe you have employees that actually look at people when they start talking. Well, I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted! Welcome to #metoo! Continue reading “Don’t Stare. Don’t Blink.”
The world of Blade Runner asks a lot of its audience. At once futuristic, abstract, and startlingly familiar, the newest installment injects audiences into a dream-like expressionistic landscape populated by replicants, holograms, AI, dazzling architecture, and the occasional human being. Surprisingly, 2049 manages to explore themes of humanity, companionship, and the relationship between the sexes that most science fiction stories leave either completely untouched or woefully underdeveloped.
This general analysis does contain spoilers. Continue reading “Blade Runner 2049 Is No More Sexist Than Feminism Has Asked It To Be”
James Cameron, acclaimed director of movies you’ve probably already seen and probably already liked, took to the stage recently to promote a rerelease of Terminator 2: Judgement Day. For those who haven’t seen it, it’s an insightful coming-of-age film about a troubled boy searching desperately for a father figure after his single mom has been institutionalized for believing in scary time-traveling robots. Also, it stars Arnold Schwarzenegger as a robotic, disposable male, Robert Patrick as an evil faceless cop, Linda Hamilton as the psychotic mom, and Ed Furlong as the juvenile delinquent. The movie is considered by many to be better than its predecessor, and indeed, one of the best films of the 1990s—something of a modern American classic, where every problem is solved with car chases, explosions, and expensive showdowns in urban, industrialized environments where humor consists of little more than shallow one-liners. Continue reading “James Cameron Really, Really Likes Women”
I don’t get it.
Maybe it’s because I live a somewhat sheltered life in comparison to the upper-middle class bourgeoisie—you know, those almost-millionaires with more money than they know what to do with, but not enough time on their hands to spend it in any meaningful way. Or maybe it’s because I’m so neck deep in studying and running a business that I don’t have time to contemplate the eccentric lives of the not-so-rich and the not-so-famous. Or it’s because I simply don’t have the kind of superfluous cash that burns holes in my pocket and my imagination, demanding I find newer and ever more outrageous ways to blow it. In any case, The Wall Street Journal ran a small piece in Monday’s paper that was pretty stunning. Apparently, there’s a hot new trend on the contraceptive block: brosectomies, where you and your open-office-desk-sharing pal go to a clinic shaped like a gentlemen’s lounge, get smashed on single malts, and have a doctor tie your tubes.
So let’s say you’re fourteen, bullied in school, have a relatively easy home life, don’t have much need to work yet, and your biggest worries include how to get that one girl to notice you in class, how to get a passing grade in the gym class you keep skipping, and how you’re going to afford the next Call of Duty game when it comes out. You’re probably a nerd, and if the year is 2003, then you’re a nerd that might be listening to nu metal as a form of adolescent rebellion. Continue reading “Korn’s Lyrics Are Better Than Slam Poetry”
There’s been a lot of talk in the past few years about the anti-feminist response movement glibly dubbed Men Go Their Own Way (MGTOW). Presumably, much like early feminism attempted to proclaim, the self-proclaimed members of MGTOW want nothing more than to simply be left alone and judged according to their own merits. An admirable enough cause, though misguided and, I think, an extension of the very problem that it seems to try to address. Continue reading “MGTOW, Family, and the Myth of the Individual”