The Corporate Boyfriend – A Testimony
A while back I posted a video titled “The Corporate Boyfriend” in which I described the manipulative, addictive nature that many corporate jobs hold for women. So often we hear Empowered Young Feminists talking about how much they “love their jobs.” As Men, we interpret this in the same manner that we use it: “My job is tolerable, mildly interesting, not overly demeaning, and they pay’s alright.” Men don’t enjoy working for its own sake; it’s a means to an end for us. Aside from a lucky few, we work to live, we don’t live to work.
However, when women say that they “love their job” they literally mean it; the modern corporate work environment has evolved to appeal directly to women’s subconscious tribal instincts. It is quite literally a super stimulus, as dangerous as cheap candy bars or easy pornography – thanks to the developments of marketing, psychology, and video games, social structures have been developed which operate on a pre-rational level. A short-circuit of the brain which is easy to fall prey to. The Corporate Boyfriend is one aimed at women, to exploit the work ethic that would normally be dedicated to their family and community.
For more on Gamification watch this video by Extra Credits.
For more on the power of Marketing, watch this BBC documentary “The Century of Self.”
However, the purpose of this post is to provide a testimony on the damage the Corporate Boyfriend can wreak upon the things that actually matter in life – it’s as dangerous as any other form of addiction. What follows is a Private Message I received in my YouTube inbox. Specifics have been altered to preserve anonymity, but the thrust remains the same.
My mother’s corporate boyfriend was the state. She taught high school and middle school and devoted most of her off work time to teaching or thinking about teaching. Once we were old enough she started going back to university to take more courses about stuff that she thought was relevant to her job. It was a never ending full time job for her and the emotional validation she got from it was huge.
In the early noughties she got a cell phone and then she was connected with work all of the time. She would get phone calls and text messages from students every day of the week and all she thought about was work. Eventually she became so addicted to the emotional dependence that she volunteered to be a special education / behavioral students teacher. She was involved with suicidal kids, fetal alcohol syndrome kids, minority kids, teen pregnancy, and genius kids who were to behavioral to be successful academically. Her family was competing with 30 other people for her time and attention. We lost that competition.
It fucking CONSUMED her. Between her students’ drama and the drama between her and the other faculty, especially her last male principal, she had no life. She has lived in the same city for like 20 years and has made no real friends around here. She made her tiny circle of female friends decades ago and they all live in different parts of the country. She has to travel hundreds of kilometers just to visit them. Her marriage is a shambles because she was completely devoted to the public education system (i.e. her corporate boyfriend) for so long. The worst part of it is that she got breast cancer in her last few years of teaching and had to prematurely retire. She ended up surviving, but now that she is retired she has nothing to show for her work other than her pension.
Her work was so time consuming that now she has absolutely no clue what to do with herself now that she is not a teacher. After she recovered from the cancer treatment she started taking courses at university again with no realistic degree in mind. After she got tired of that she joined some company and started selling makeup. She has moved on to her second corporate boyfriend. She doesn’t need the money since she had a government job with a good pension program, but she has no idea what to do with herself. It’s so sad. My mom is 60-years-old and all she knows how to do is work. She never learned any interesting hobbies or skills other than teaching English.
Your corporate boyfriend video was somewhat hard for me to watch because of this. The price her family has paid for her extramarital corporate relationship is huge. She probably got the cancer because of the hormone replacement pills she was taking to forestall menopause. She took them because she was having memory problems from early menopause, which was “interfering with her job.”
The amount of wealth and social capital that was destroyed to make her into a crown corporate cog is truly staggering. She started as a College student on the dole as the Marxist-Feminst (party member, not just an ideologue) single mother of my half brother. She got a scholarship and traveled on it during that time. Taxpayers have invested millions of dollars in her and in the end they didn’t even get 30 years of employment out of her.
This culture is totally unsustainable. If all women were to live the way my mother did our birthrate would crash and our culture would immediately be replaced with Brave New distractions and orgy porgies. Least importantly, she now regrets the way she lived her life. She thinks she worked “too much.” My campus is ~70% women just like her. The future looks grim for Western civilization.
What strikes me as the saddest part is that a school teacher – a profession which used to be one of the foundational bedrocks of the community – has been so over swept with regulation and HR management strategies that is becomes as soul- and life-destroying as the most menial of office-tower marketing positions.
Note that after her forced retirement she didn’t decide to write the Great American Novel, or launch a business initiative to benefit both her and the community – instead she started selling makeup for a franchised mega-corporation.
We’ve been crawling in the mud so long that most of us can’t imagine it being any other way.