The Pick-Up Artist's Cultural Conservatism
Roissy's insightful conclusion, in which he captures the hopelessness of it all:
- One of the reasons, maybe the primary reason, why you’re seeing an uptick in these lamentations from aging beauties nowadays is because the loss of religiosity and the concomitant bracing realization of the illimitable lightness of youth and the infinite darkness of post-life encourages a mournful nihilism about one’s happiness beyond serving as a visually appealing cum receptacle. When hope for something more transcendent, whether real or imagined, is gone, the pistons of sex are all that’s left to power the motor.
Another reason for the wailing is the growing childlessness of the marginally-aware class of women. Fear of old age and regret for lost youth have always been with humankind, but never have they felt so acute as now, in our modern, pre-collapse society. Children, along with God, acted as decouplers that placed the sense of self at a safe, if still visible, distance from constant gnawing dread of one’s mortality. Being responsible for a child, and living through that child’s life, provides, I imagine, and especially provides for women, a distraction if not a redemption from sexual invisibility and the uglification of aging. But when you are a single and the city feminist tankgrrl with mimosas for blood, sexual invisibility is akin to an exorcism of your soul. You are shattered, empty, a nothing with nothing but regret to rapidly fill in your osteoporosing id.
The Fifth Glorious Mystery of the Rosary often finds me praying lately for single women, in the particular and general. The Little Office of the Blessed Virgin Mary has us offer an intercession every Tuesday morning "for your holy people, for the clergy, and for all women dedicated to your service." But what about those women not dedicated to your service, Lord?
[Roissy's piece reminds me of a bit of the scene in Fyodor Dostoyevsky's Notes from Underground, with Liza, the prostitute, and "the Underground Man's attempts to make it clear that, really, her life is awful and, in fact, is only going to get worse," one of the most gut-wrenching passages I have ever read in literature.]