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Keep young and beautiful

In my unadulterated opinion, Annie Lennox is a talented musician. I’ve followed her off and on since the 80s when she was with Eurythmics, and really started to pay more attention to her in the early 90s, when she started going solo. Diva was her first solo album, and I wore that tape out when I bought it in the record stores.

This little number, from Diva,  I always thought kind of humorous, if not prescient:

Red Pill stuff that is, in a lighthearted way. Of course, Ms. Lennox is far past her prime, but I still highly respect her for what a friend of mine has called “essence.” He’s applied this to older women whom he believes are able to transcend their pettiness and solipsism.

Of course, I had the hots for Ms. Lennox in her Eurythmics days, with the short haircut. I once dated a woman four years older than I was many years ago who could have been a dead ringer for Lennox, but with glasses. That relationship didn’t end well.

Just remember, girls, keep young and beautiful . . . or else, bring something else to the table if you want to be loved and leave the fucking feminism at home.

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Monday pessimism 5

Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt
That’s far too fleet.

Rush, from “Freewill”

Manosphere Movie: Pink Floyd’s The Wall

Cover of "Pink Floyd The Wall"

The Wall evokes mixed feelings in people, it seems. I remember when the movie came out in 1982, but I was too young to care to see it. And my parents would have prevented me from seeing it, since they took R ratings seriously back then and followed up on their threats to keep me from seeing thing that would have “corrupted” me. Probably a good thing, too, as I wouldn’t have understood it anyway.

Oh, but I certainly heard “Another Brick in the Wall” and “Run Like Hell” enough on the radio in the ensuing years!

The first time I heard someone talk about The Wall was in 1989. My first year of college, and the guy told me that The Wall only made sense when you were stoned. Uh-huh. Interesting point. Then, in the mid-90s, the woman I was dating at the time told me that she and her one college boyfriend used to see it from time to time because it was a bonding experience for them. Not quite sure why, but it’s not hard to see how youthful confusion leads to finding some form of popular culture to latch on to, to fill out the gaps in one’s life with prefabricated meaning. Both descriptions left me a bit confused about what the hell The Wall was about. But, it wasn’t until 1997 when I saw it for the first time on video.

I’ve even met some who shudder when I mention The Wall because it brings up painful and disturbing memories of times when they were, say, into drugs, or who knew people who offed themselves from listening to it. (And then I wondered why Dark Side of the Moon and Animals, which are more pointed in discussing existential issues, didn’t evoke the same reactions.)

When I saw it, I remember thinking, “Ah . . . the story of a guy who was badly in need of some psychotherapy.” Now, in the context of the ‘sphere, I think, “Ah . . . the story of a guy who was badly in need of some male guidance.”

As with any text or media form, there’s always interpretation. You come away with your own thoughts and feelings about what you read or heard or saw, and this will differ from person to person. When I saw The Wall, it seemed rather straightforward. Later on, I came upon a very good interpretation online.

In future posts, I’ll be taking each song of The Wall and applying my own thoughts about the song and how each can be applied to the Manosphere. Should be fun.

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La donna è mobile

It’s fair to say that, once one has taken the Red Pill and has allowed its medicinal qualities to course through your veins and cross the blood-brain barrier, you never see the world of women and relationships in the same way again. Yep, a platitude.

In my life, I still think it’s funny when, at times, I reflect back and see that I whiffed the Pill here and there even from a younger age. It wans’t called the Red Pill back then, of course, and I took a different Red Pill when I started studying philosophy in earnest. I’ve never stopped. I just had other priorities in my 20s besides da wimminz.

Classical music one of my passions. I highly recommend that all younger guys out there get smart on the subject. Not only does it make you look more educated and well-rounded, but you can learn valuable lessons.

Take Giuseppe Verdi, one of the great opera composers of the 19th century. 2013 is the bicennential of his birth, so this post is quite relevant.

Rigoletto, one of the mainstays of the standard opera repertoire, had its first performance on March 11, 1851 in Venice. The story is about the Duke of Mantua, his hunchbacked servant Rigoletto, and Rigoletto’s daughter Gilda. As with most dramatic literature of the time, someone usually dies, and in this opera, it’s Gilda. Gilda dies because Rigoletto is out to get the Duke for advances against Gilda, but also because of a curse put upon Rigoletto. Of the many women that the Duke has seduced, one of the husbands curses Rigoletto. The curse is manifested in the last line of the opera.

One of the famous arias of the opera is “La donna è mobile” (“Woman is fickle”). Sung here by the Mexican Tenor, Rolando Villazón:

The words are as follows, in original Italian:

La donna è mobile
Qual piuma al vento,
muta d’accento
e di pensiero.

Sempre un amabile,
leggiadro viso,
in pianto o in riso,
è menzognero.

La donna è mobil’.
Qual piuma al vento,
muta d’accento
e di pensier’!

È sempre misero
chi a lei s’affida,
chi le confida
mal cauto il core!

Pur mai non sentesi
felice appieno
chi su quel seno
non liba amore!

La donna è mobil’
Qual piuma al vento,
muta d’accento
e di pensier’!

And in English:

Woman is flighty.
Like a feather in the wind,
she changes in voice
and in thought.

Always a lovely,
pretty face,
in tears or in laughter,
it’s untrue.

Woman is flighty.
like a feather in the wind,
she changes in voice
and in thought!

Always miserable
is he who trusts her,
he who confides in her
his unwary heart!

Yet one never feels
fully happy
who from that bosom
does not drink love!

Woman is flighty.
Like a feather in the wind,
she changes her words,
and her thoughts!

Now, how many of us haven’t though the same thing when we were growing up? A proto-‘sphere text if there ever was one.

Mind you, the Duke sings this at the top of Act 3. He makes a compelling point in song, but one wonders whether he hasn’t dug himself in this hole through is actions. A ladies’ man he definitely is. But, at what cost?

Imagine what this aria would be like if all the women had smartphones and Facebook.

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