Political power structures, past and present

It’s normal that political leaders drive policy changes and historic events.  However, quite often, there are individuals away from the public’s eye who have influence on these leaders.  Sometimes they influence the public itself, often by way of institutions.  Sometimes the leaders have hidden agendas themselves.

Power structures in history

It’s true that there’s nothing new under the sun.  Back in the days of Renaissance Europe, the royalty often was related to each other.  Further, some of the kings were pretty corrupt; it was normal for them to have mistresses, and a few made Bill Clinton seem like a monk by comparison.  Bribery certainly is nothing new; today, they just have more sophisticated means.  The wealthy and ambitious clamored for access to their kings, and some profited greatly.  The difference from today’s times was that things were more out in the open.  Even illiterate peasants became aware of scandals and court gossip, long before television, tabloids, and social media existed.

Still, the intricate pattern of alliances and rivalries between the royal dynasties was public knowledge, and historians have little trouble studying the power structures.  We’re also aware of the beliefs and power of the Catholic Church and its Protestant rivals.  We also have a fairly good idea about what other sectors of society were doing:  merchants, guilds, and the peasantry.  Some things are shrouded in the mists of time, but the broad picture is discernible.

A rational king would identify with his nation and acted in its best interests, so that his eldest son would inherit a stable kingdom, and his dynasty would thrive.  Not all were top-notch, though; some were tyrannical, others were incompetent.  Being the King was no guarantee of good character or even intelligence (some were too inbred).  He got the job by being the firstborn in the lineal succession of whatever warlord last took over the country, and had the advantage of first-class education, but otherwise there’s nothing special about monarchs.  When the common people became literate and started getting a fairly decent education, monarchy started becoming obsolete.

Thus, during the Age of Enlightenment, democratic government became fashionable.  The newborn USA led the way as a proof of concept.  With the people in charge, it was expected that the best men in the nation would rule.

Modern power structures

So the new model worked, giving the public more input into government since the Roman Republic.  An extensive system of checks and balances prevented power from being amassed into too few hands.  (As much as people complain about our recent batch of Presidents, fortunately the USA hasn’t had to deal with any rulers like Caligula, Vlad the Impaler, or Ivan the Terrible.)  In practice, several complications arose.  The Founders didn’t anticipate all this, though they were well aware that their Constitution would only work right with a virtuous public.  In any event, even this masterfully devised system isn’t perfect.

It was intended that the cream of society would do tours of duty in Washington, then return to private life.  These days, politicians are careerists, usually ascended lawyers.  Some are decent people, but all too often they gradually fall out of touch with the experience of their constituents.  The best and brightest don’t always come to power; having the right connections is the critical factor.  Further, the corrupt and power-hungry have a way of rising to the top.  Finally, excessive centralization and judicial abuses have distorted Constitutional rule of law.

The influence of monopolies and trusts became very powerful during the Industrial Age.  As time went on, semi-formal international coalitions of billionaires began casting a long shadow.  The banking dynasties of Europe were already manipulating politics there.  In the USA, industrialists and bankers began forging international alliances in the 20th century, with considerable political influence behind the scenes by the 1940s.

Unlike monarchy at its best, business interests aren’t in it for the generational long haul, but rather whatever gets the best quarterly numbers.  Neither must they be loyal to their countries; instead, they see things like borders, sovereignty, and national solidarity as a barrier to profits.  Short-sightedness is a huge problem.  It seems that today’s Powers That Be don’t care if their heirs inherit a global slum.

Perhaps the greatest unintended consequence of the democratic system is that political parties almost immediately became the gatekeepers of power.  In the USA, the Electoral College and lack of runoff elections all but guarantees the two party system.  (In Europe, it’s a little more diverse, where three and sometimes four viable parties operate and form parliamentary coalitions, but they can still defy the people’s will with impunity.)  So it came to political machines, Tammany Hall, smoke-filled rooms, and all the rest of it.

Oligarchical control

Today, money and media access are everything.  Major contributors call the tune, usually hedging their bets with both parties.  This is how the oligarch class has owned the Republicans and the Democrats in recent decades, giving the public the good cop / bad cop treatment.

The 2016 election was a great upset, practically a bloodless coup.  Democrats were stunned, as one would expect.  What truly was surprising – at least to those unaware of today’s power structures – was that Republican party bosses fought their top candidate every step of the way.  (The bipartisan opposition by the leadership had everything to do with Trump’s disdain for to globalist policies, and nothing to do with saying the word “pussy”.)  Donald Trump is a billionaire, but is basically a rebel opposing others in the oligarch class.  His victory was possible only because he is rich enough that he could finance his own election and couldn’t be bought off.  However, how independent he actually is – and what the extent of the Deep State is – remains anyone’s guess at this moment.

Ultimately, the oligarchs have become even more powerful than most nominal heads of state.  Yet in today’s information age, ironically the picture of the top-level power structures is quite murky.  With the lack of transparency, looking for evidence about today’s shadow government leads one down countless rabbit holes, leaving more speculation than facts.

The problem is, democratic societies are supposed to be better than all this.  With the people in charge – so the theory goes – if politicians abuse their power, the public could throw the bums out.  The Founding Fathers did understand that danger was always present; as Thomas Jefferson said,

The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.

If he were around today, that attitude probably would’ve put him on some watch list.  All told, perhaps draining the swamp might be more akin to a Superfund abatement.

Political power structures, past and present

The Adventures of MP0werdW0myn and OmegaMan: Mission 1 – Operation Cockblock

The menacing horde closed in for the kill.  The lone defender, his armor gleaming under the sun, held his sword at the ready.

“Turn that damn thing off!”

Derp pouted.  “But I have to win this!”

“Don’t you dare disobey.”  A hand reached out to the power button and shut off the computer.

“Muffy!  Couldn’t it wait?  I was so close to leveling up!  Besides, the forces of evil threaten the citadel.”

“You’ve been playing Warcrack all day.  You’re not supposed to do that when there are dirty dishes in the sink.  Besides, didn’t you hear this go off?”  Muffy held out her iPhone.

Derp gasped.  “It’s the Virtue Signal!”  The pink app was glowing, indicating a crime in progress.  “Sorry; my iPhone is charging in the bedroom.”

“Well, let’s get suited up.  Here’s your chance to fight evil in the real world.”

Muffy donned her MP0werdW0myn costume.  For the finishing touch, she put on her problem glasses.  Derp struggled to zip up his OmegaMan jumpsuit.  “This fabric keeps shrinking on me, damn it…”

Derp’s platonic partner considered remarking on his donut and pizza consumption, but reconsidered, since she didn’t have much room to criticize.  “Well, you’re in charge of the laundry.  Figure something out.  By the way, your cape is looking pretty ragged.  I know you’ve been wearing it since junior high, but isn’t it time you got a new one?”

“It started out as my security blanket, so there’s no replacing it,” he grumbled.

Soon they left the little apartment.  She got onto his 1982 Honda MB5, and he took the bitch seat like always.  The little motorcycle, overloaded by a pair of hefty bodies, struggled to accelerate.  As they zigzagged through the streets, OmegaMan held onto her waist, dreamily wondering what it would be like to touch her breasts.  Meanwhile, the iPhone’s app read out the directions to the scene of the crime.

Upon arrival, they dismounted.  A woman was sobbing, obviously in terror.  She pointed across the street.  “He’s just around the corner now!”

OmegaMan gasped.  “What happened?”

The witless turned off the app that summoned the superzeroes.  Her face, multiply pierced and framed with Whitey-dreads dyed blue, wrinkled with rage.  “Somebody… is doing daygame!”

MP0werdW0myn scowled.  “Unauthorized initiation of conversation?  Don’t worry; I’ll handle this.”

They got a brief description, then crossed the street and rounded the corner.  The offender was dead ahead:  a man, a bit tall and built like a linebacker.  He was obviously chatting up a pretty lady in a green dress.

The superzeroes snarled.  The crimson haired harridan took point.  “Excuse me, mister!”

He turned to the costumed figures.  “You’re looking for the comic expo?  I heard it’s at the convention center.  That’s a few blocks down the street over there.”

OmegaMan stepped up and exclaimed, “You’ve been reported for a Social Infraction.  You talked to this innocent victim without authorization!”

“Butt out, why don’t you?”

“Who are these weird people?” asked the lady in the green dress.  She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the odd specimens of humanity who had come to save her.

The dweeby superzero continued, “When the cause of Social Justice is threatened, we will not hesitate to step forward and intervene.  For your information, it’s not allowed to go up to someone and start talking.”

The tall guy folded his arms.  “You mean like what you two just did?  Now if you’ll allow me, I’d like to go back to my private conversation.”

“Yeah, what he said.  It’s not like he’s being rude, unlike you.”

MP0werdW0myn said to her, “I’m afraid that you suffer from what Karl Marx called ‘false consciousness’.  So we’re speaking on your behalf, because you don’t know what’s good for you.”

“Yeah, unauthorized initiation of conversation is rape culture!” squealed OmegaMan.  “We have to rescue you.”

She replied, “Look, this is getting pretty awkward.  I’d better get back to work now.  Why don’t you two pop a Cymbalta and stare at the carpet or something, okay?”  She turned to the tall guy.  “I get off at five.  I’ll call you then.”

“I can’t believe you’re actually going to reward this Neanderthal for his uncouth behavior!” he screeched.  Meanwhile, his platonic partner cursed like a sailor.

The tall guy scowled.  “I really don’t appreciate you idiots trying to ruin my pickup.  I gave her my number, but didn’t get a chance to get hers before you interrupted.  Worse, you scared her off and gave our interaction a really bad vibe.  Who the hell do you think you are, anyway?”

“We’re Social Justice Warriors,” replied MP0werdW0myn.  “We’re here to make everyone equal, and we won’t stop until everyone is all the same.”

“That sounds pretty stupid to me.  But what does this have to do with trying to stop relationships from forming?”

“When you do that,” sneered OmegaMan, “You’re exercising your misogynistic, patrifocal, kyriarchal, phallocratic male privilege.”

“Oh, really?  Tell you what.  When your parents met, I bet that happened because your dad walked up and talked to your mom.  They wouldn’t have hooked up otherwise.  Unfortunately, he forgot to use a condom, but the point is that you owe your existence to your dad having the guts to chat her up.”

The dweeb sputtered, “All that was a barbaric relic of the 20th century.  It’s the Current Year!”

“I see.  Do you think people should be hatched from eggs too?”

“Actually, that’s pretty much the point of my doctorate dissertation in women’s studies,” interjected MP0werdW0myn.  “And after cloning technology is perfected, that’ll be the last of you evil males.”

“But who’s going to open jars and parallel park cars and move boxes?  Heck, how will anything in the world get done after that?”

She shrieked.  “How dare you say a thing like that?”

“Remember civics class?  Heard about something called the First Amendment?  They made it the first because it was pretty darn important.  It protects my right to speak just as much as it does yours.  By the way, that also includes me chatting up pretty ladies.”

OmegaMan rubbed his grubby little palms together.  “Comes the glorious Communist Revolution, we’ll do something about the First Amendment, and the second too.”

He gazed at the brainwashed chump with incredulity.  “What’s your problem, dude?”

“Ha!  You assume gender!  Are you aware that’s a Social Infraction too?  For your information, gender is a social construct.  You are whatever you think you are at the moment, and for your information, I happen to identify as a genderfluid nonbinary.”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but your professors lied to you while they were robbing you blind.  The sexes are based in biology.  All that other crap like you spouted was obfuscation made up to confuse the issues.”

“How can you say that?  You’re nonbinary yourself.  Look at your hair!”

The tall guy glanced down at his dirty blond ringlets, below shoulder length.  “Oh, that?  It’s all natural, and I’m rather proud of it.  I keep it long in memory of my Viking ancestors.”

The superzeroes shivered.  Clearly this one was very deplorable indeed!  Then MP0werdW0myn gasped.  “Could it be…”

Her sidekick screeched.  “You’re that supervillain, Bright Spectrum!”

She replied, “Be careful; these pickup artists have psychic powers.”

Bright Spectrum laughed.  “I’m not actually a pickup artist, but I do my part to help guys improve their game.  There’s nothing wrong with learning to be more attractive and presentable.”

“You’re not allowed!” bellowed OmegaMan.  “That’s more rape culture!”

“Part of getting good at game is working on intuition and social awareness.  It’s not psychic powers, and it’s far from perfect.  However, in the toxic social environment that feminists like you created, every bit helps.  Allow me to demonstrate.  I sense that you’re doing all this crap to try to impress this chick here.  She’s no great prize, but I’ll give you some tips, even though you don’t deserve it for being a shmuck.  It’s because I care; some guys really need a lot of help.  First, stop acting like a wimp; that never works.  Second, be your own man and stop trying to impress her.  Third, pick up some weights and stop eating all that junk food.  Also, showering daily is-”

OmegaMan slapped Bright Spectrum.  “Noooo!  Stop using your evil PUA psychic powers on me!  And don’t try to encourage me to fix my life; I enjoy wallowing in misery!”

“Dude!  I sure hope you used hand sanitizer some time this week.”

MP0werdW0myn kicked him in the shin.  “Take that, penis crotch!  And I think of him like the gay brother I never had!”

“That one hurt, but you still hit like a girl.”

She shrieked.  “I’ll have you arrested for that remark!  Look, there’s a cop coming now.”

Five minutes later, Derp turned to Muffy inside the police car.  “Well, today sucked.”

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The Adventures of MP0werdW0myn and OmegaMan: Mission 1 – Operation Cockblock

April roundup

So the results of my diet and fitness efforts are that I’m down about 30 pounds from when I started back in late December.  I could be doing better, but I’m not complaining too much.  My waist has shrunk quite a bit and I’m into pants that I haven’t worn in ten years.  My muscle definition and vascularity are a bit sharper.  I’m wondering how this is going to affect how I’m treated once I’m where I want to be.  Hopefully the transition in process from off-season linebacker to gym rat will get me a better reception, though I’m afraid I might look a bit like a knucklehead.  Anyway, going from blue collar work to white collar work set me back, but I’ve now made significant strides to fix it.  I’ve taken a week off, might cheat just a bit more, then back into the routine.

Concerning the situation in Syria, there is plenty of commentary on the missile strike in response to the gas attack, but I’ll add some of my own.  Given the scanty evidence available now, it’s not entirely clear who was doing the gassing or if it really took place.  There are parties who would be willing to spread false rumors in order to make the regime look bad (well, worse anyway) or to get us involved.  In any case, the “shoot first and ask questions later” approach on our part seems to be a bit ill-advised.  I’d prefer that we don’t get sucked into this.  In general, Assad isn’t exactly a candidate for sainthood, but if he got deposed, none of the other parties that would be likely to fill a vacuum of power would be an improvement.

As for my writing projects, I’m still working on Space Vixen Trek Episode 4 and Episode 17.  Inspiration is coming along, slowly…  For the latter, I’ve been doing a bit more study on conspiracy stuff and kooky UFOlogy, and it’s coming together.

I’m up to my 42nd post on Return of Kings, with two more in the pipeline.  That’s where most of my political content is these days, though I do have some old classics here as well.  I’m a bit afraid of getting typecast as a political writer, though there are worse fates that could befall me.  One of them would involve being the sort of political writer that National Review would hire 🙂

Other than that, they’ve issued an article (not mine) called “How To Meet And Date Mormon Girls“.  The only thing missing from that is cultural notes about Jello and turns of phrase such as “Oh my golly!”  (I’m technically Mormon, but I’m a very bad one, and I do like beer…  Actually, I found some wiggle room for the Word of Wisdom to allow Mormons to drink beer; you’ll have to get a copy of The Final Falafel for the details!)  The article is pretty much on the mark as for most Mormon ladies being prim and proper, though with a subset who are anything but.  I had one as a girlfriend, rather briefly, who happens to be a preacher’s kid.  She’s quite fair and delightsome (bonus points if you get the reference), and sophisticated, and also quite wild in bed.  I miss her…

April roundup

March update

My Smashwords promotion earlier had a bit of success.  Walking the Planck had some sales, way cool!  In case the title doesn’t make it clear, it’s got space pirates – yarrrr!  My creatively corny classic about these cutthroat corsairs is on Amazon as well.

I’m working on a couple of others now.  One will be my first effort at the Space Vixen Trek line, which – believe it or not – I’ve had on the back burner since about 1994.  It’s basically a prequel of Walking the Planck.  I’m in the process of reworking it.  My writing skills have improved since then, so the results should be interesting.  The other one is Space Vixen Trek Episode 17, which will be quite a wild ride indeed.  It’s sort of alternate history, sort of conspiracy, sort of retro-futurism, sort of space opera.  I have it over half done, filling in some blanks.

I’m up to thirty six articles on Return of Kings, with two more in the pipeline presently.  Also, I’ve made my debut on Occidental Quarterly, with an article about Richard Coudenhove-Kalergi, about whom they have an earlier article too.  He got the ball rolling with the European Union, but unfortunately happened to be the archetypal ultra-wealthy dick given to social engineering, thinking he knew better than everyone else on how to run their societies.  Worse, he wanted to destroy diversity in the name of diversity, and didn’t care for self-determination either.  I try to be as fair as possible, but it’s not very PC, due to the subject matter.  The greater problem is that subjects like this are taboo to discuss.  I guess I’ll just have to be deplorable then.

Finally, I’m down 25 pounds from my diet.  It’s not as hardcore as my earlier attempts, but I’m not arguing with results too much.  I took off for a few days, now back at it again for another month.

March update

Two more paperback offerings

I’m pleased to announce two more paperbacks.  With lessons learned from Medieval Vixen Quest Episode 0:  The Search For Shlock, I was able to get Space Vixen Trek Episode 13:  The Final Falafel converted in just a day, and the cover worked right the first time. If anything I wrote will get me a fatwa, it will be this one.  If my head gets cut off on TV, it’s been nice knowing you folks.  Come to think of it, that one might get me put on a Scientology hit list too!

See it in all its glory, for the price of $6.66 (yes, this is symbolic).  Amazon still has it in ebook format, and so does Smashwords.

My third paperback release thus far is Righteous Seduction, which took me a good bit longer to convert.  I got the margins as small as I could, and the font size at 11 points for the most part (as I don’t want to cause anyone eyestrain) but it’s still a monster.  The word count is slightly above Dostoyevsky’s Crime And Punishment, and even longer yet than Moby Dick.  It’s hard to imagine that I wrote a book about picking up babes that’s the length of a classic Russian novel!

Anyway, it’s up on Amazon now.  Likewise, Amazon also features it as an ebook, and Smashwords too.  The advantages to the ebook format are a better price point (a 470 page book does cost to print), graphics in color, and hyperlinks.

I’m pretty excited about it.  The old classics have lots of information about Outer Game.  Mine does too, but I focus more on Inner Game and self-improvement.  Righteous Seduction touches on subjects not very much explored elsewhere:  the history of the dating scene, philosophy, the place of men in today’s society, the economics of the sexual marketplace (and an economy it truly is), maintaining relationships, ethics (mine might be the only pro-family values pickup book out there), and more.

Masculine Development reviewed it a little while back.  My only quibble is that I do cover some topics at considerable length; my analysis of the Friend Zone problem is thus far the most extensive one out there, for instance.  For a sample of my writing, I’ve included the diet and fitness sections right here as a free gift to the public.

And speaking of diets, I’m down twenty pounds in a month.  It’s slow going (as diets always are), but I’ve had to retire my existing pants and the ones I have on now are getting loose.  Other than that, 2017 has been fairly good to me so far.  I have some other books in the pipeline.  I might could release a compilation of some of my short stories, though I’m a little stuck on thinking up a catchy title (of all things to be blocked on).  Anyway, stay tuned, kids!

Two more paperback offerings

What’s the big deal about fat chicks?

big is beautiful sometimes

There’s been a lot of negative talk in the Manosphere about fat chicks.  Some say that fat acceptance is a subversive manifestation of cultural Marxism.  If we posit that this is a factor, then it’s only half of the picture.

Remember that the cultural Marxist playbook is about keeping everyone dissatisfied and stirring up divisions in society.  Given that, it’s not too much of a stretch to see that another angle of attack would be to make guys dissatisfied with almost all women out there.  What I mean is promotion of the “heroin chic” as the epitome of feminine beauty.  I’m not convinced that cultural Marxism is behind all this, but this does lead into an important point.

Body mass and the Overton Window

The Overton Window molds public opinion; the short version is that certain positions are deemed “acceptable” and others outside are considered “extremist”.  This window shifts over time, and this can be deliberately engineered.  That’s something that propagandists in television and Hollywood have been using to great effect to nudge the public closer to accepting SJW agendas.  That, of course, has moved our culture light-years to the left.  (For example, who in 1986 – or even 1996 – would have predicted that the US military would start  paying for sex changes for soldiers in 2016?)  However, the Overton Window also is a good model for how society is led to consider what is hot and what is not.

Here’s what I’m talking about.  The average American body mass index has gone from 25 in 1960 to 28 in 2002, thus from the upper end of “normal” to the upper end of “chunky”.  As of 2014, the average man is 5’9″ and weighs 196 pounds; the average woman is 5’4″ and weighs 169 pounds.  This puts the average 2014 BMI for men at 28.9 and women at 29.0, almost in the officially fat range.

Meanwhile, the public’s tastes haven’t followed the trend.  Instead, the ideal feminine body type being promoted (later I’ll discuss who’s promoting it) has gone from the “normal” range to the “underweight” range (BMI 17-19; likely BMI 16 means dead).  That sounds like quite a recipe for dissatisfaction, doesn’t it?

I can hear it already – “to hell with American women”.  Actually, the rest of the world isn’t too far behind.  Trends are going up everywhere; like feminism, this isn’t just something we can run away from and expect it will never catch up to us.  Actually, the Middle East is right up there with us, and Pacific Islanders are leading the pack.

Aesthetic standards change over time

Standards of beauty vary from one culture to the other.  They change over time too.  That being said, there are some attributes that change according to the dictates of fashion, and others that are basically set in stone.  We’ll cover the former now, and the latter in the next section.  Female body weight is one of the changing standards.

Ice Age statuary includes a number of female figurines, all extremely chubby – no doubt this ideal represented abundance, very desired in times of great scarcity.  Greco-Roman statuary typically represented what we’d consider verging on full figured, though not too busty.  From Renaissance paintings, we see a number of quite voluptuous women.  Ideals in the 20th Century varied somewhat, but ended up going sharply downward, and today’s legacy is the “heroin chic”.

What caused weight to go up in post-Industrial Age times?  First, the public is working easier jobs, getting less exercise, and relying more on automobile transit.  Food became very cheap and plentiful by historic standards.  At the same time, it got increasingly less healthy, full of processed crap from agribusiness.  Eventually, the public (both women and men) started getting a lot bigger.  The jogging fad of the 1970s and the popularity of weightlifting not long after didn’t quite stop this trend.  In the 1990s, we started spending increasing amounts of time glued to our computers, with predictable results.  These days, interest in children’s sports has dropped dramatically.  Finally, there’s a lot of confusion about what diets are best.

Meanwhile, the fashion industry pushed for increasingly thinner models, and Hollywood followed along.  Consequentially, the ideal of feminine beauty versus what average women actually look like became increasingly distant.

What female shape is it natural to appreciate?

big is beautiful sometimes

What does a Barbie doll have in common with chubby Ice Age figurines like the Venus of Willendorf?  They have bust-waist-hip proportions in the ideal range.  The reason why this is ideal is because this is associated with fertility.  A woman with typically masculine proportions – flat chest and narrow hips – would have the appearance of being physically immature.  Also, a woman whose waist is larger than her bust and hips – similar to a guy with a beer gut – probably has metabolic syndrome, which generally includes PCOS.  So the reason why neither look particularly feminine to us is because it’s a matter of natural selection over hundreds of thousands of years.  So it’s natural to desire any woman with curves in all the right places, whether she has a classic slender hourglass figure or is quite voluptuous – it’s all good.

So instead of thinking of the ideal woman as someone who looks like she just got out of a POW camp, instead we should look to the movie superstars of the past:  Mae West, Jayne Mansfield, Marilyn Monroe, Mamie Van Doren, Sophia Lauren, Raquel Welch, and so forth.  None of them were exactly tubby, but they certainly had curves in all the right places.  This is certainly not the “heroin chic” ideal that Hollywood and the fashion industry today is lauding as the epitome of womanhood.  Once more, these represent ideals, and not all – or even most – of the public will fit the bill.

The point is that we should, as individuals, ignore the efforts by the media and the fashion industry to push the Overton Window to a body type that’s both extremely rare and a bit unhealthy.  It also wouldn’t hurt if we loosened up our requirements a bit, within reason.  This opens you up to a more target-rich environment.  Think about it – if 80% of women only give the time of day to 20% of men, does it make sense to weed out all but the skinniest third of the takers?

Who is setting the trends these days?

It’s no secret that the fashion industry is dominated by gay guys.  Hollywood certainly has an above-average proportion of gays too.  The fact is, the male aesthetic is linear and the female aesthetic is curvy.  The “friends of Dorothy” just don’t appreciate curves.  Gays like “twinks” quite a bit, so they’re projecting the female equivalent of what they like onto public tastes.  Thus heroin chic it is.

This isn’t the first time that fashion standards have gone a little crazy.  Chinese foot binding, African lip plates, and facial piercings over here – need I say more?  Worse, what you see is not always what you get.  Due to airbrushing and photo processing, women on magazine covers – and increasingly in the movies – aren’t really what the models and actresses actually look like anyway.  In fact, with Photoshop, you can even make a supermodel out of a slice of pizza.  So the question is this:  should we accept what the gay fashion designers say is the ideal feminine type, or go back to the curves we like?

Another factor is social pressure, best illustrated by an old joke:

Q:  How are fat chicks like mopeds?
A:  They’re fun to ride until your friends find out.

The Manosphere is a bit guilty of this too, with guys bragging about skinny “HB9s” and “HB10s”.  Really, who cares what your friends think, or especially someone online you’ve never met?

“But I have standards!”

Sure, everyone has standards.  If your love life is everything you want it to be, run with it.  If not, then making reasonable compromises is the most rational strategy.  This doesn’t mean that you have to regard a really big one in the same way you do a skinny one, or even date her if you don’t feel like it.  Remember, I said reasonable compromises!

I have standards too.  Beyond a certain point, things do get a little bit iffy.  Still, I’ll cut her some slack if she has enough good characteristics to compensate.  For instance, a pretty face and great hair go a long way with me.  I would have missed a good number of opportunities if I’d felt bound to arbitrary standards set by other people.  My first really skinny girlfriend was my third girlfriend.  (Unfortunately, she had some personality issues, and we’ll leave it at that.)  I’m not sorry that a woman who today would be average-sized took my virginity.

I have enough data points to describe some of the good characteristics of fat chicks.  They usually aren’t stuck up, and personality is important to me, no matter what she looks like.  (I know how to deflect a Bitch Shield, but I don’t bother to game someone who thinks she’s God’s gift to men; that attitude is a complete turn-off.)  Many are freaks in bed.  I’ve found that the skinny ones – with some exceptions – are a little more likely to be pillow princesses.  Finally, big gals almost always have one advantage:  huge tracts of land, all natural.  I love to bury my face in a big pair of sweater puppies!

Does this mean we should get on board with fat acceptance?

big is beautiful sometimes 2a

Although I encourage a reasonable amount of flexibility in personal standards, I consider it a bad thing for people just to let themselves go.  There comes a point where it starts getting unhealthy, and people should respect their bodies.  The fact is that waistlines have been expanding both for men and women.  (Not all that many guys have warrior physiques these days.)  It’s a complicated issue, and it’s not going to go away overnight.   Better information about diet, more exercise, and doing something about the crap that agribusiness puts in our food would go a long way.

I’m also skeptical that fat shaming works.  The usual result will not be to take heed, but rather to reject the message, or run home crying and break out the ice cream.  Some might consider that funny in a junior high sort of way, but it’s certainly not constructive.  Let’s remember that honey catches more flies than vinegar.  Many of us have improved our physiques; myself included.  If we can find an opportunity to subtly bring this up and provide some constructive information, that will give better results.

What’s the big deal about fat chicks?