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.
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Bret Easton Ellis