The usual suspects have spent the past
week quite enamored with the idea of sex robots, and blogged about it
most favorably. Tomassi has written about the “Planned Obsolescence” of women. What can I say, it’s a Brave New World and Stepford Wives R Us.
It’s somewhat amusing that none of these
intellectual powerhouses have considered the fact that sex robots,
rather than replacing women, could actually serve to replace men. Pride
has a way of rendering one unable to see the forest for all the trees.
Or perhaps they view their sex robots as some kind of consolation prize
for the way men have been slowly written out of the biological equation,
as we rapidly work to replace men and marriage with the protection and
provision of the State.
I have a rather dark and cynical take on
all this, almost bittersweet in its painful awareness of the truth. I
don’t fear the obsolescence of women, obsolescence has been our state of
being since the dawn of time. Girls are born into the world struggling
for relevance, a world dominated by men. Heck, girls are born into the
world struggling just to survive. Some of us don’t even make it to being
born, sex selection tends to heavily favor males.
Tomassi says, “Women tend to conflate their personal, intrinsic value with their sexual market value.”
Women do no such thing, men do that to us, men, and women who are the
keepers of culture, those mothers who enforce female genital mutilation
and Chinese foot binding, practices all through history designed to
increase the sexual market value of girls.
Ask those 8 yr old girls turning tricks
for American tourists in Thailand about their intrinsic worth and value
as women. Ask a rape victim. Ask a child sexual abuse survivor about her
intrinsic worth and value in the world of men. Ask all those club girls
and dancers, prostitutes and trafficked kids. Heck, watch a catty young
girl try to disqualify and discredit another woman. 99% of the time
it’s going to involve demeaning her sexual worth and value.
The average age a girl learns what her
intrinsic worth and value really is? 12 yrs old. By the time she is 12
yrs old she will have already learned every derogatory term designed to
sexually shame women and remind us where our worth and value truly lies.
She doesn’t need all those shaming words however, a few years of TV
advertising has already taught her that women are nothing more than
sexual commodities designed to sell products.
Miley Cyrus didn’t ride a wrecking ball
and dance half-naked with teddy bears because people value her for her
musical ability. In fact, a woman who can find popularity within the
culture based on her musical abilities rather than her willingness to
parade across the stage half-naked, is a rare woman indeed.
Obsolescence “is the state of
being which occurs when an object, service, or practice is no longer
wanted even though it may still be in good working order.”
Girls are born into the world struggling
for relevance, fighting obsolescence, using every skill we have to avoid
being perceived as nothing more than an object, a service, a practice, a
commodity. Why is it so critical that we seek the favor of men, attempt
to convince them we are full human beings, rather than flat
two-dimensional sex objects? Because an object can be perceived as
having no human worth and value, just a bit of collateral damage one
needn’t feel any moral compunction about using and simply throwing away.
Or leaving somewhere in a shallow grave….
Where do women learn what their personal, intrinsic value is
really all about? From men! Women conflate nothing, women learn to
perceive ourselves the way others have perceived us. Symbiosis. Karma,
perfect justice. Who teaches us to perceive men as the enemy and to
avail ourselves of whatever weapons we can use to defend ourselves?
Not all men are like this however, there
are many fathers, husbands, brothers, who perceive girls and women as
actual human beings, half the human race having intrinsic worth and
value that goes way beyond our sexuality. I am blessed to have been
surrounded by these kinds of men for so long, that I’ve nearly forgotten
that the other kind even exists.
Orcs, I call them orcs. I do not fear the takeover of the sex robots, I embrace it. Any man like Dalrock who
attempts to debate the moral hazards of exploiting a sex robot, a moral
conundrum he has never even bothered to ask when it comes to an actual
living, breathing, feeling woman, simply does not belong in the world of
human relationships.
To achieve obsolescence in the eyes of such men would be a blessing for women and girls indeed. Bring on the robots.
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