If I believe that the U.S. ought to roll back the entire Progressive Era of Amendments, throw away the notion of monogamy, normalize prostitution, and other regressive notions to include male superiority within most civic, social, sexual, and spiritual venues, what role do I see for myself in this imaginary paradise?
Well, first of all, it’s “imaginary,” albeit may well occur in my lifetime barring total societal collapse (also a high possibility), and besides, I’m a product of a dysfunctional family in a dysfunctional era, so how can I possibly say?
Besides, in my heart of hearts, I prefer to be directed rather than to have full choice in even my own outcome, having less faith in my own wisdom than that of a probably impossible standard of male given my experiences with Axel. More than likely, in the event of the two possible mega-scenarios hinted at above, someone who I do not particularly admire would likely have that say. Oh well. With any luck I’ll either love the outcome or won’t live much longer than to see it realized. It’s not all about me. It’s a journey, not a destination.
Ultimately, how I may feel about it is largely within my own control. I realize this is a radical notion to many today.
However, I do at times imagine myself living in a long ago era under several possible scenarios. That’s not a crime yet is it?
Let’s just say that I wasn’t the product of a dysfunctional family in a dysfunctional era, perhaps I would be one of a small group of wives to one admirable sort of man, with my preference of course that I be his absolute favorite, or at least have a unique roll for him among the others. Alternatively, if I can’t stand the others, then I could be his kept mistress/courtesan/hostess in some faraway outpost, on call. Or a prostitute or madame in a dream bordello (in terms of the options I’ve known, I’d just assume pass on such an employment offer given the choice today). The major enjoyment I receive out of life would be masculine attention, which, of course, I’d be obliged to earn and continue to renew that merit. It would be nice if my responsibilities would continue to increase in terms of depth and intellectual challenge or more toward the pastoral and artistic—I could go either way. Naturally, I would engage in whatever domestic pursuits required for purposes of domestic harmony.
Perhaps in a less dysfunctional society, women wouldn’t repulse me by and large and I could even have more friendships with them than I do today.
Being overcrowded by people relative to opportunity would be the least possible desirable outcome; however of course, that’s not something that any sort of social engineering scheme can ever wholly eliminate as a possibility, unless one lives on an island, alone.
Since I live in the here and now however, I honestly don’t know what I want other than to have a man’s attention of some sort. I would hope that upon meeting such a man, my role would develop and otherwise crystallize. I can’t be expected to have that all worked out beforehand, can I?
Likely as not, in my imaginary paradise, I would probably not be as intellectually invested as I am now. That would doubtless result in more happiness, the closer I would be toward the level of intellectuality desired by a hypothetical male of “Alpha” bent. Failing to land such, however, then I guess prostitution or the convent would be second choice.
Whoever told women that they should desire to be front-and-center as civic and social decision-makers probably did not have their best interests at heart.
I am not even certain that allowing women full domestic reign in terms of home decor, maintenance, and food, has been an unbridled success. So long as these areas are controlled by the feminine hive mind under the aegis of consumerism or government diktat, then the result was to be inevitably a disaster.