Where Oh where does this fit in the great alpha/beta debate…?
My neighborhood [strange how that term is drifting into dated obsolescence] is oozing with the best of the best… the smartest, best connected kids who were accepted at the best schools, moved to New York and obtained jobs at the most lucrative, prestigious financial, legal, real estate, etc. firms…
So, you would naturally assume with all that societal alpha positioning, the credentials, the social connections… the political mojo… everything that counts for something in the great competitive brouhaha…
That maybe you would see real, identifiable, adult male men who dressed, carried themselves, spoke like, had personal values and self images of solid high quality American males ? You WOULD tend to think that… one assumes…
But nooooooooo… what HAS happened to our society, our ways of defining maleness ? Got me. I don’t have a freaking clue…
What do I see every time I’m in an enclosed area with these fine specimens, like say the Starbucks on Hudson street in the West Village… ?
Ummmmm… I see clowns. I see 17 year old boys going on 35, strange taste affectations that hint at Brooklyn by way of Rikers Island, a little pimp roll in the walk, speaking the HIDEOUS “urban moron patois”, rich white idiots that are trying to pull off homeboy on one hand while playing with corporate status marker semiotics on the other… listening to these guys talk on their cells is torture, the total, and I do mean total lack of irony, wit, metaphor, analogy, variation in pitch or rhythm of speech… they all sound like text-2-speech synthesizers… before they got text-2-speech working right… they walk like, well, like total dorks… there’s a kind of dorkism that you have to work at, a deliberately desexualized, pussywhipped, slumpy dicklessness like these guys don’t even know how to have sexual fantasies… and if they do, you know deep down in your heart that they’re pathetic sexual fantasies…
The sick thing is that the last guy I talked to who you would actually take seriously AS an adult male is a sociopathic gay hustler with Chinese tatooed down his neck named Tony who’se done hard time for some bad thing I’d rather not know about… Tony is, frankly, a guy you’d go out of your way to avoid… so we’re not recommending Tony as a perfect role model or anything… but, Tony radiates something lost, damaged, or destroyed in the new generation of Manginae… he’s a real guy who has survived real stuff… there’s no wondering about where Tony is at, you take one look and you KNOW where Tony is at… clears things up real quick…
Now these manginas, you don’t have a clue about what, if anything, they believe in, what goes through their minds, why you would want to talk to one of them or know one of them… they’re like modular identities, you could switch one out with another one and nobody would know the difference… they’re like standardized consciousness, everything interesting, poetic, or unpredictable totally socialized out of them by the time they’re 8 years old…
They’ve been raised in a time where education means knowing how to follow instructions, when any exhibition of a real personality under all that programming is defined away as “disruptive”, when talking back to authority is considered a serious infraction that WILL become part of your permanent record, where “going with the flow” is the only thing they’ve ever known how to do…
No wonder women secretly have contempt for them.