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Grieving in randomness

It is probably the coffee, or the academic tomes I’m sloughing through right now on the cheery subject of various medieval religious polemics attacking religion (Islamic vs. Christian vs. Jewish). And then in a coffeeshop, you overhear other people’s conversations. I don’t like the brand of masculinity that is cultivated in snickering frat boys. It makes me sick and want to cry.

Masculinity can be incredibly precious, but the particular strains of “masculinity” that are cultivated in our postmodern era are anything but. The pig-headed jock who goes after women as if they were things and thinks loving violence makes him a man; the whiny and self-congratulatory sensitive male who is so proud that he doesn’t like football; and the general ‘nice guy’ whose stellar claim to moral superiority is that he doesn’t rape people and doesn’t hate other races, though he is sure that everyone else would. To all, the zeitgeist pressure: they have to apologize for their existence, which some try their best at (however clumsily) and others rebel against in a show of the-best-defense-is-offense, or worse still, embracing the slur in a fit of take-that-hah. And in all the cacophony, who will remember what it is to be a man? Amidst the swirling whirlpools, the Scylla and Charybdis and so many other countless ones, how many can even make it, to steer their ship true, to the place the stars chart out?

Oh God. It’s like that scene in Captain America 2, where some people try to get into the little fighter planes (parked on the deck of the aircraft carrier) to go to the aid of Captain America. Every single one of them is shot dead before even being able to get in the air. They go up in flames on the deck. That’s about the state of manhood in America today. Boys never even get a chance to be good men. They never even have a chance to try.

Craving heroism in a postmodern, amoral world….

Craving moral heroism is not a bad thing. It can be something rather sweet in the young. And I suspect it is inborn too. Newborns scream in their cribs for the touch of another human being, for the sound of a human voice singing in the darkness.

And then by 3 or 4 years old, many of them are tripping about with their blocks and sticks and pillow-case capes, already yearning to be heroes. You could say that the fairy stories we tell them are the cause of it (I remember over-hearing my toddler kid sisters’ make-believe universe populated with tea parties, difficult pregnancies, and dragon slayings), but I suspect it is the reverse: fairy tales were created by the harried grown-ups because kids demanded it. It is the kids that crave moral heroism. They crave a world of good and bad, where good must struggle, but ultimately win.

I think it is a part of human nature— and, that like all the forces of nature, it must be respected and perhaps tamed, but never extinguished. If you attempt to extinguish it, it will blow up in your face. You can only repress human nature so far. Attempts to stymy the craving for heroism (e.g. ‘idealism is dangerous! look at the nazis or the bolsheviks!) will lead to things just as bad as the nazis and the bolsheviks. Actually, I wonder how many wandering idealists in the 1800s and 1930s latched on to those ideologies precisely because no-one else offered an alternative. Dostoevsky said that more than man craves for food, he craves for worship — to find something to fall before and worship. If he isn’t given that, he will go mad. In our era that tries to eliminate moral heroism, males have had it disproportionately worse. It’s a downward spiral–the symptoms are taken as the root, and the cure is banned as the cause.

A large part of the crisis in masculinity today is precisely this effort to eradicate a male-specific moral heroism (e.g. chivalry, or ‘how men should treat ladies or those weaker then themselves’) because of the inherent side effect of paternalism/condescension that inevitably comes with any system of morality, however constructed. But when you successfully eliminate male-specific moral heroism from a culture — you (surprise) have not actually gotten rid of the male, and hence male-specific XYZ-ism. And what it gets replaced with is something cruder: male-specific macho heroism, without a moral sense. That celebrates raw power, raw sexual prowess, raw violence, untrammeled by any moral specifications.

Ride the subway in any large city in America, walk along the rougher parts of town, and you see the cost of it. Boys barely men, trying so hard to prove their manhood by the only thing they know is “manly”: their only male-specific heroism being something that is an odd mixture of gang violence and knocking up as many women as they can. Their eyes, large and bright and young. And so many of them will be dead before they turn 25 years old. They have testosterone, they have a desire for male-specific heroism. But this amoral void gives them none of it, and they must construct what they can from the garbage heap. It is a costly thing, devouring what could have been: lover’s pledges kept steadfastly, homes peaceful, men strong and gentle, hands clean of blood.

It isn’t just the urban poor that are paying the price. You see the same painful cost in the suburbs (though not as costly in lives–for the wealthier have more buffers–more leeway with the police, more therapists, more help). Boys, craving for male-specific heroism, turn to an odd amalgamation of sexual braggadocio (e.g. porn, or sex-as-an-impersonal-thing-i-grab-for-myself) and obscenely nihilistic fantasy violence now scrubbed clean of moral purpose. For example, current violent video games that pride themselves on their moral high-ground by intentionally having no moral heroism (but plenty of gore and boobs).

Eliminate the “serve and protect” purpose for male violence (e.g. chivalry and save-the-world ideologies) and what do you end up with? Violence for its own sake. Machismo without any fig-leaf of chivalry. Raw masculinity without any honor. And then they are told that manly men are just pigs and d-bags. But what other options are they given?

A typical example of this is the videogame Skyrim. Like most high-resolution first person games, the violence (unless you are playing as a mage with glowing blasts) is gory, up-close and personal.

To add insult to injury, the advertisement campaign was totally, totally tapping into young adolescent boys’ craving for moral heroism. Here is the original trailer that got so many of them to buy it, which shows a lone warrior defending the women and children and civilians from an attacking dragon.

It is such a scam. Instead of what is advertised above, in the gameplay, you are forced to first-person slash up women alongside men (there is no setting to disable that), and oh, it turns up that there are no goodguys. Here’s a dorkly comic that makes the point: (from The Skyrim Dilemma)

Post-modern attempts to eliminate claims to moral heroism in order to give no justification for violence, inevitably lead to…. pointless violence

In a world where there are no good causes, the best thing to do is just fight for yourself. So you fight like a bandit, kill other “bandit” women and men you come across (they automatically attack you too, so you don’t have much of a choice), and grab stuff for yourself. Oh, and you have this side-kick female who is a really hot (and strong too, to appease the feminists) who basically acts like a traditionalist wife of the semi-servant variety, carrying your luggage and serving you devotedly.

Postmodernism, in an effort to tear down the mistakes of brash (wannabe heroic) modernity, tears it all down, and we will cycle back into pre-pre-modernity, the era of the tribe and the patriarchy in its rawest, most untamed form.

If we try to get rid of condescending would-be heroes…all we will get rid of is the attempted heroism. Then we are left with condescending, brutal thugs.

If you remove male-specific moral heroism from a society, everyone suffers.

Just re-watched my favorite preteen Disney movie…

I only saw it once, when I was around 11-13 years old, at a friend’s house. I was manically crazy about it, but didn’t get a chance to see it again till yesterday. I was expecting it to be not as good as I remembered it, but it held up pretty well to those early memories.

Even the “I’ll make a man out of you” song I was crazy about held up pretty well. It’s a hymn to macho manhood. The singer is a macho marine sergeant type vowing to “make a man” out of his pathetic draftees, particularly one he thinks is hopelessly unmanly. Of course, she’s really a woman in disguise, who ends up saving the kingdom, and his life too. It’s as awesomely inspiring and hilariously ironic as I remember it. Just as manhood should be.  🙂

more blogging to commence soon…

Random thoughts about certain dead males

Once I heard a university teacher say a certain dead white male  “hated women” because he wasn’t pushing for their right to vote, and probably made some chauvinist comments about smart menfolk. It’s the stupidest litmus test for being ‘anti-woman’. So many men who praise women’s brains/equality/freedom, etc and gallantly attack monogamy/motherhood/etc for being ‘oppressive’…..

 

How do they treat the women in their lives? Those girls freshman year, that they never called back the next morning? The girlfriend who they told to ‘just take care of it’? The driven successful father who drives his crying high school senior daughter to the abortion clinic so that she will be able to enter that Ivy League in the fall as a pre-med, so she can become the successful doctor whose future he has planned for her since she was ten?

 

How much does it matter that a man made some huffy chauvinist comments and insisted that he could do better math than those womenfolk? What I want to know is….did he give his shoulder to his teenage daughter to cry on? Did his eyes light up when his wife walked into the room after being gone for a week? Did he spend an hour with a comb and a bottle of conditioner, gently pulling apart the bird’s-nest tangles of his  his 3-year-old daughter’s hair?

 

Verbal admissions to mental superiority are very nice and all. But in the scheme of things, its nothing compared to the other stuff. There are so many more things that modern ‘pro-woman’ men DON’T do. In all honesty, I think alot of the dead males now condemned as “sexist”…well, I dare say their girlfriend/wife/daughter had it ALOT better than the ones of modern progressive guys.

 

Talk is cheap. Love isn’t.

Birth Control, Life cycle of stars, and Mali

I just found out that nine years ago when my little brother Mikes was born, the well-meaning doctor told my father to be responsible and get sterilized.

(My parents don’t tell me these things…)

And that little brother is only #7 child (birth order). (I’m #2)

Now there is #8 Mali, and #9 Teez. I suppose the doctor thought it was very irresponsible of my parents to bring all nine of us into the world. Zero-population growth and all that. Yes, my parents would have been so responsible if they’d stopped at 3 kids, and never had Sfsie, Jije, Zia, Mikes, Mali, and Teez.

 

Do they know who Mali is? MALI! She is worth….everything and then some, for lack of a better phrase.

Mali-Tirz

 

Every kid is a miracle, a mystery, worth beyond imagination. Especially Mali. And Teez.

And those rational doctors think?????????????????????????????????????????

I’ll tell them what I think:
I suppose the earth does have a limit, eventually. But hey, our Sun’s gonna DIE, you know, and due to the life cycle of stars, its not even going to be inhabitable in less than a billion years. Human life can’t go on forever. We are a little infected rock hurtling through space with just enough liquid H2O and radiation from the right kind of star to have what we do.

And between ever-present death, craters from asteroids, famine, wars, plagues, bombs, idiocy, and out-of-control nature… is it really the wisest thing to ‘budget life’. Do you even know what you are doing? Who could have foreseen the Black Plague, the flu epidemic, the extinction of dinosaurs, the meteors that carved out the Mexican Gulf and Hudson Bay….

So get a little perspective guys: “Human Life” isn’t your paycheck you can budget, or a thing you can ‘program’. The existence of ‘Life’ is an extremely fragile, vulnerable thing. Do you think you know what you are doing, trying to ‘handle it’ and ‘budget it’ for ‘the future’ possibly 300 years from now?

And even THAT is even assuming there is no the Day of Reckoning and all that. (even though all our ancestors have assumed it…) lol, I bet you are gagging right now. 😉

So, for all that, just in case, maybe it will make a difference, for the good of ‘life’…”better make sure there’s no Sfsie, Jije, Zia, Mikes, Mali, and Teez.” ????

Do you have the wisdom and the authority to ‘budget’ life? Do you even know what Life is? (hint: it has something to do with this word, ‘love’)

Do you know Mali? (Seriously.) Do you know Mali?

I have a relative of my mothers who told my mother to abort after the fourth child. Twelve years later, when she was visiting us, she spent the first hour playing peekaboo with giggling Mali.
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just for the record, I am not exactly saying everyone must have as many kids as they possibly can. I’m talking about their mindset, and their advice to us.


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OK, all my college friends and acquaintances, do you have any comments? Fire away and be frank and honest and insulting, I want to know.