I love having a job, i love working hard and having my own money. And i don’t feel sorry for the men who feel all down and hard done by from this!
Any of us who’ve been around the Mandrosphere for a while have heard this refrain. Arguments about the socialized artificiality of the modern workplace, the economic destructiveness of it, the Sense and Decency of traditional patriarchy – they all fall on deaf ears because women Enjoy Their Independence.
We try time and time again to explain to these women that in the long run they were better off under Patriarchy:
1. Working is not fulfillment – you’re sorting paper to help make someone else rich. True fulfillment comes from working on your own projects, and the most important project the vast majority of people will ever have is their family. An intact family cannot occur without a primary caregiver; if you’re going to pawn your children off on nannies you’d better have something more important than a law-firm or a marketing agency to go to.
2. Many goods in life are positional in nature; with twice as many people working as wage-earners, housing doubles in price. In the patriarchal society the husband worked, the wife tended the home, and they had a nice house; now they both work, they eat fast-food and TV dinners, and they live in the same house.
3. Being a wife is not boring – most of the industries women work in nowadays (Human Resources, charity, social work, childcare) are what they were doing back then, too – only back then they answered to themselves and their community, not an impersonal bureaucracy.
4. Many of the jobs they work are not economically feasible – they only exist because of massive government intervention in the economy. State sponsored day care, sexual harassment legislation, subsidies and bursaries for women – ladies, you’re doing make work, while your grandmothers stayed home and did real work.
And the list goes on…
But there is a major Disconnect here; we men keep shouting these facts, and the women… so few of them listen. We like to blame it on the brain washing, the incessant blather of Oprah and The View, on the shaming of stay-at-home-moms… and certainly that’s a part of it; but the reality goes deeper.
I love working hard and having my own money.
We’re fighting against the nature of Woman.
As has been pointed out before, the Consumer Culture is fundamentally a feminine thing. Women are more prone to group-think, to herd-behaviour, they’re much more vulnerable to marketing. It’s no accident that Bernays began his experiments on the weaker sex! Where once we had a production-based, masculine economy, over the past century it’s shifted to consumption-based feminine gossip. Low-quality products, cheap and unnecessary, with a brainwashed populace storming the merchants on the day after Thanks Giving.
Freud taught Bernays about the vagina; Bernays invented the Consumer, that black hole forever crying out to be filled, always empty, and never satisfied…
Women are the perfect consumers; of course they love having their own money! Where once they had to rely upon their wage-earning husband to buy them something small and precious, now they can afford to go to the mall every weekend, and prance about with consumable goods in over-wroughtpaper bags!
They’re perfect for blowing economic bubbles.
But that’s only the second part of her statement; let’s examine the first:
I love having a job
To us Men this sounds perfectly idiotic. Who actually enjoys working? Maybe 5% of men are lucky enough to do something they love – and even then it’s still work. Do you think that musicians want to spend their every waking minute practicing, that sports stars want to constantly regulate their diet, or that authors want to be locked up in their apartment on Friday night? Of course not.
And as for the other 95%? We work to make someone else rich so that we can go home and do our own things – whether it be raising a family, rebuilding a car, or painting a picture. It’s a necessary sacrifice, but a sacrifice nonetheless.
But we are Men; we have long-term goals we’re striving towards, and putting in the work is part of accomplishing them. Heck, leave a Man alone on a tropical beach for too long, and sooner or later he’ll start chopping down trees to build a structure.
Women are not like this; they do not strive towards goals, not the way we do. As men it’s hard-wired into us that if we don’t work, we starve – women have it hard-wired into them to enjoy the fruits of Men’s labour.
Men need to conquer a mammoth; women need to be part of the group.
What do you think the modern corporation is?
Lately I’ve been working for a pretty major company – overall a fairly good company as well. It’s economically productive, it treats its employees well, and my coworkers are some of the most intelligent and pleasant I’ve ever had the pleasure to work with. But at the end of the day it’s a corporation, and corporations have Corporate Culture.
The Corporation is Dunbar’s Unit; a loose affiliation of individuals, with a minimal amount of hierarchy (unlike, for instance, the army), all of us taking a small part in the labour our tribe performs. There’s a daily newsletter, Christmas parties where everyone dresses Beauoootifully, the office is clean and sterile, the building modern, and there’s the quiet warmth of being surrounded by the quiet hum of your fellow coworkers.
In other words… I’m gathering.
The modern corporation is the gatherer environment. People preen about in fancy clothes, they perform the minutiae of filing TPS reports, and everyone pretends to be happy and like one another.
Women really do love working in this setting.
But you see the problem, don’t you? While it’s a mark of humanity and decency that they put together a Christmas party (and yes, mine actually called it a Christmas party), it’s artificial; it’s ultimately a workplace. And when that young woman moves on to another job, retires, or grows ill… will the “tribe” she loved be there for her?
Of course they won’t.
These women are doing the equivalent of dating Bad Boys; some of them are downright monstrous, while others are decent chaps, but ultimately none of them are going to commit. Ladies, the corporation does not love you – at best it likes you and hopes you stick around for a while.
Having a community – a church – might not be quite as fancy as the big corporate strongholds, but it will still care about you when you reach your golden years.
Hah, communities – remember when we had those?