FULL BLOG: The Human Animal and “Of Mice and Men” (1937)

Compared to male sexuality, female sexuality is surprisingly linear. While it’s true that men enjoy the typical signs of youthful fertility- large breasts, curvaceous hips, clear skin- a man’s attraction to a woman must be tempered by a sense of realistic accessibility. “The girl next door” archetype is sexy because she isn’t intimidating; she’s unaware of how sexy she truly is and this makes her accessible.

Female sexuality is more linear because women don’t feel indebted to accessibility as a component of attraction; for a woman, this would be like going to a movie and wondering, “do I deserve to be here watching this movie?” Since women don’t have this concern, a woman can feel entirely unencumbered with whom she’s most attracted to- which inevitably is the highest-quality male in any scenario.

However, defining highest quality male isn’t always what it seems.

People are primarily motivated by sex. Mostly in their fertile years, but try telling the old man renting the 25 porn VHS tapes that. Biologically, you have a single purpose- do what it takes to get laid. Men want to fuck the highest quantity of women, because his silly genetics haven’t caught on to the idea that he won’t be popping out two dozen kids, and women want the highest quality male to screw them for the same reason.

The solution, as it would seem for the male-end of the equation, is to become the highest quality male.

If you get anything at all out of this blog post, I’d like your takeaway to be not going to graduate school for anything outside of Science and Math. If the undergraduate experience can be crystallized as an introduction to leftist ideology, you can look to graduate school as the difference between Kindergarten and High School- in grad school, you’re not a kid anymore and you’re supposed to know better.

So, if you sign up for a graduate program ignorant to this idea, as I did, while thinking that an advanced level course load will provide more opportunity for nuanced discussion and outside ideas- after all, you’re a big kid now- you’re going to have a miserable time. You should know better, and have had any dissenting ideas bleached away by the angry cat ladies and closeted homosexuals of your initial asshole raping.

Like everything, I learned this the hard way and unintentionally made every one of my useless geek grad school professors hate me for mistaking one-way ideology for discussion… and this was ten-years before I was fully red pilled (and thank fucking God for that).

But, when I realized this- that the ideology of graduate school was essentially the memes of a Disney movie deconstructed and taught to classrooms of idiots for the price of a luxury car- I couldn’t help but wonder: why I was doing it at all?

A friend was in a similar situation at the time, locked down deep in a terrible graduate program being force-fed the same mickey mouse bullshit, and we’d joke about how great it would have been to work in one of those old mom-and-pop video stores of the 1980s instead.

Sitting behind the counter in the corner of a strip mall, handing out copies of “Ghostbusters 2” and NES games with Wrestlemania V on the in-house big screen; your biggest decision of the day would have been whether you wanted pizza, chinese, or deli for lunch. And you’d go home that night with a fresh copy of “License to Drive” and Bad Dudes, and there’s your life- no fuss, no muss. Maybe you even sold a beeper that day and your boss will give you a validating high-five.

A totally bullshit free existence.

Only these kinds of video stores were extinct during the culturally deadened 2000s, and what girl was gonna date a video store clerk anyway? We were young virile men; we wanted to get laid.

And the myth we were fed was that a respectable, civilized man with admirable ambition and a professional career was attractive to young women- and so, we pushed forward.

To the uninitiated, those who buy-into this myth hard and are inevitably burned by it, the growing phenomena of a young female teacher screwing one of her twelve-year-old students is a real pickle of a problem, and is ultimately swept under the carpet with the label of pedophilia. If she’s crazy- if she’s mentally ill– this stupid motherfucker can get to sleep at night with his myth still in-tact.

But, what if it’s not pedophilia at all- what if this speaks to the much larger reality of female attraction that contradicts everything we’re taught to believe?

There is nothing inherently attractive about the civilized good-boy who sips his tea, speaks politely, and has an adorable little career with amassed resources. Any drug-addled bartender will tell you that, straight up- no graduate degree required.

When a woman scans her surroundings for the highest-quality male, the civilized man with the admirable career isn’t on her list of priorities. Whether she’s aware of it or not, her criteria is set to finding the highest-quality human animal.

The human animal embodies power; power is needless.

Take a young, fertile woman in her mid-20s. The men available to her are predictably boring good-boys with their silly beards and leftist talking points. She understands that she’s supposed to like them, but something she can’t quite verbalize is missing. And she has that one little asshole in her third-period English class who never wants to listen, has a bad attitude, and openly mocks her to her face; he doesn’t take her seriously like her bearded good-boys and she can’t help but feel attracted to his entirely authentic showing of natural, budding Alpha male masculinity. Even at a young age this boy embodies the power of the human animal.

FULL BLOG: The Human Animal and “Of Mice and Men” (1937)