I know a lot of people over at The Red Pill are real cynical about this thing called "love," basically arguing that it boils down to a fundamentally transactional genetic exchange between two parties, and so on.
Tomassi's infamous post on Women in Love represents the heart of The Red Pill, which is really just a form of interpersonal nihilism: the proposition that there is a cap on a woman's ability to love a man, a threshold which hypergamy has set, and cannot be exceeded. to propose that a woman's love for a man is, at heart, motivated by selfish genetic concerns, and ultimately wholly contingent upon his continued performance as a dominant Alpha male worthy of her relational investment.
I was wracking my head over counterarguments to this, based off of Evolutionary Psychology, or the actual psychological literature on secure, faithful, heterosexual attachment (surprise! it exists!), and then I came upon this:
On ICU call, sometimes it can get pretty awful, and this night was terrible. It was 3 AM, and I had just finished admitting a patient to the ICU who has gone into respiratory failure, when a code was called overhead. It was a bad scene. The patient was roughly 300 lbs, lying face down on the floor. He had apparently tried to go to the bathroom and never made it. Usually the nurses would be in the midst of CPR by the time I arrived, but they couldn't even roll him over because of his size.
The Red Pill is a model for how the world works, and like every model, it's not going to exhaustively explain everything that you see.
spend some time around the dying, and you'll see what real love looks like.
I may be a cynic, but I'm also an idealist.
how to write a book about a white supremacist misogynist without being a white supremacist misogynist
This summer, I was in rural Scandinavia, and saw a group of black kids get beat up by another crew of kids, maybe 20, all white. At the end of the brawl one of the white kids throws a heil hitler salute and shouts some nationalistic slogan. The rest of the night, I couldn't relax. I was on edge, wondering if I'd need to throw down.
I have never felt anything other than love from the European side of my family. Speaking the native tongue helps, obviously. But such is the life of a hybrid - every now and then, you remember yourself looking in from the outside. The world reminds you there is a part of you that is the Other, a part that does not belong.
When I was a kid growing up in Canada, I always understood what Whiteness was. Quickly, one learns what it is and what it represents. And I hated it - I hated it so much.
That which you can never join - you learn to despise. Either that or you repudiate your heritage so thoroughly that none of it remains.
Beta Male was a novel I knew had to be written. I wrote it because I had to. I was sick of these straw-manned, simplified moralizing tales about race, these fucking Hollywood movies packed with platitudes and moral epiphanies and wholehearted redemption.
That's not the way the world works. It's not that clean.
If you're going to write a novel about bigotry - especially from the first person - it's easy to focus on a simple redemptive arc, like American History X. This is the easy thing to do. It's easy to ignore the fact the overwhelming majority of organized racism centers around some form of scientific racism.
This is the Hollywood way: avoiding the very core of an ideology, throwing in some heartwarming epiphanies, and calling it a day. The alternative is something like Atlas Shrugged - basically, constant speechifying where the protagonists or characters are mouthpieces first, and people second. Of course, that's not a real story. That's an essay with characters. Narrative is unique in its ability to move others.
Here is the ironic thing: to write a novel about a bigot, you have to humanize him. That's the only way. You have to draw him in a full sketch. You can't leave anything out. You have to focus on his vulnerability, which is the core of his hatred. You have the acknowledge his beliefs. Then, you confront the costs of his anger indirectly. You don't need a Paul on the Road to Damascus moment when-everything-suddenly-becomes-so-clear. You can show his shell cracking, and the light peeking through. That's both more realistic, and more powerful.
It's the same thing with misogyny. It's a simple thing to return hatred with our own hatred, to just match it. The very concept of a labeling someone as an "oppressor" is inherently dehumanizing - even if they are oppressing you.
Hath not a Jew eyes?
Consider "The Red Pill," a subreddit that has been roundly condemned for perpetuating extreme misogyny. For those of you unfamiliar with it, it's basically a group of men who've combined male dating advice with pop evolutionary psychology. Here's a post I found that showed me the vein that runs through this ideology - and if you've "taken the red pill" and don't think it's an ideology, then you're wrong.
I am "bipolar," or in retrospect finding temporary meaning in external things (money, women, career, physical image, fame) resulting in mania and elation, only to see all these temporary things fall away leaving me depressed, and sometimes suicidal / hospitalized. I'm not being general, I made 100k one year, "dated" 8 or 9 women this year, put out two albums, etc. Yay, ego!
Does this sound like pure madness? There are grains of truth almost everywhere. Who among us has not had a bad experience with a relationship and had a dark night of the soul? If you haven't had an epiphany like this, you haven't been paying enough attention, regardless of your gender.
My theory of misogyny is that it's a form of nihilism - a belief that love is unattainable. Here is the process by which it occurs:
Science is a difficult enterprise fraught with errors. Here's a post by one of the fathers of The Red Pill that argues that women are able to move on easily after a breakup because their ancestors were captured and raped by warring tribesmen, and those who couldn't bond with their rapist captors and raise their children were wiped out of the gene pool.
Based on what evidence? Is this anything more than a just-so story? Why are the Yazidi women captured by ISIS trying to kill themselves, then?
Except, interpreted through the experience of a young man who's just been dumped by his girlfriend, it starts to look like the unassailable truth, doesn't it?
Confirmation bias is a prison that traps the best of us. If you read only Manosphere blogs and you'll lose sight of any counterarguments. You'll lose the balance that makes you into a fully rounded human being. Jason Silva once said that cynicism is like going through life with dim glasses.
"ALL WOMEN ARE LIKE THAT," The Red Pill says, emphasizing the selfishness and solipsism of women. Yes, that's why women like Nancy Yoko died fighting Ebola in Western Africa.
I don't want people to spend their lives in a prison that they've built for themselves. That's what nihilism is, and that's the real reason I wrote Beta Male.
Of all the things in this world, hope is what you should give up last.
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Bret Easton Ellis