Something I just fucking have to say—not to bring up gender politics or certain communities’ habits or any of our mind-killing issues like that—just to express the depths of my frustration and disgust!
If I ever again see anyone online not just using that stupid fucking 1-10 “scale of attractiveness”, but referring to a (concrete or hypothetical) person as “a [number]”—e.g. “It’s so lame to settle for 3s and 4s when you could get more fit and hook up with 8s”—I’m going to kick them in the genitals over TCP/IP.
When I read such shit, I don’t even process it in terms of concepts like “the sexual marketplace” or “objectification”, I just feel something like “Graraarragh wharrrrrbl people are not numbers!” For reference, and to further risk mind-killing you, I don’t get that fiercely emotional reaction when e.g. seeing men getting off-handedly classified into “alphas”, “betas” and “omegas”, so it’s not just my ideological hostility to the whole, ah, school of thought.
I… I think I could. Before, I commented a couple of times about how I’m always insecure about my own perceived moral failings and unacceptable/sociopathic urges, and somewhat hypocritically obsessed with interpersonal ethics. Prior reflexion suggests that this even extends to my very odd political outlook.
So, by that reasoning, it might well be some part of myself screaming “Rage at the slightest suggestion of viewing people only instrumentally! Bend over backwards with signaling about empathy and human dignity! Because otherwise you’ll be pure evil and everyone will hate you!” Seeing in others what you fear in yourself, essentially. I know, this is quite unhinged, but it does explain many of my other moral emotions.
Might be something completely different, though, and I might be under the sway of pop-culture psychology.
Something I just fucking have to say—not to bring up gender politics or certain communities’ habits or any of our mind-killing issues like that—just to express the depths of my frustration and disgust!
If I ever again see anyone online not just using that stupid fucking 1-10 “scale of attractiveness”, but referring to a (concrete or hypothetical) person as “a [number]”—e.g. “It’s so lame to settle for 3s and 4s when you could get more fit and hook up with 8s”—I’m going to kick them in the genitals over TCP/IP.
When I read such shit, I don’t even process it in terms of concepts like “the sexual marketplace” or “objectification”, I just feel something like “Graraarragh wharrrrrbl people are not numbers!” For reference, and to further risk mind-killing you, I don’t get that fiercely emotional reaction when e.g. seeing men getting off-handedly classified into “alphas”, “betas” and “omegas”, so it’s not just my ideological hostility to the whole, ah, school of thought.
Can you trace this strong emotional reaction of yours to its origins?
I… I think I could. Before, I commented a couple of times about how I’m always insecure about my own perceived moral failings and unacceptable/sociopathic urges, and somewhat hypocritically obsessed with interpersonal ethics. Prior reflexion suggests that this even extends to my very odd political outlook.
So, by that reasoning, it might well be some part of myself screaming “Rage at the slightest suggestion of viewing people only instrumentally! Bend over backwards with signaling about empathy and human dignity! Because otherwise you’ll be pure evil and everyone will hate you!” Seeing in others what you fear in yourself, essentially. I know, this is quite unhinged, but it does explain many of my other moral emotions.
Might be something completely different, though, and I might be under the sway of pop-culture psychology.