Nor does the sexual promiscuity of Brave New World seem so very distant. There are already certain American cities in which the number of divorces is equal to the number of marriages. In a few years, no doubt, marriage licenses will be sold like dog licenses, good for a period of twelve months, with no law against changing dogs or keeping more than one animal at a time. As political and economic freedom diminishes, sexual freedom tends compensatingly to increase. And the dictator (unless he needs cannon fodder and families with which to colonize empty or conquered territories) will do well to encourage that freedom. In conjunction with the freedom to daydream under the influence of dope and movies and the radio, it will help to reconcile his subjects to the servitude which is their fate.
— Aldous Huxley, 1946
That passage was quoted by a commenter in reaction to an earlier post about a typical specimen of 21st-century “education,” and I thought it deserved its own post. What Huxley was describing is how sexual promiscuity — a life lived in pursuit of meaningless thrills — is ultimately incompatible with liberty. Thrill-seekers claim to be liberated when they are in fact enslaved by their own passions.
Heedless of basic decency, lacking self-respect and sturdy discipline, the sexual slave requires a master — someone to tell him what to do, and to provide for him what the slave is incapable of providing for himself, including a sense of purpose in life. To be a good servant — “Life is good! Vote Democrat!” — gives the slave pleasure. And he pursues his own pleasure, having gained “the freedom to daydream under the influence of dope and movies and the radio.”
Dopehead daydreamers are everywhere now. One sometimes encounters them online, ranting furiously about “social justice.”
It’s important to remember that, although these people exist in real life — that is to say, there are actual human beings running those bats**t crazy troll accounts — they are as altogether artificial in their politics as they are in their online personas. They themselves have never done a goddamned thing for “social justice.” They simply enjoy mouthing these slogans about “oppression” and “patriarchy,” etc., because posing as Our Moral Superiors is an emotional compensation for their own obscurity and worthlessness.
They are the Nowhere People — rootless, without loyalty to family, community or religious tradition, and thus “free” to create for themselves imagined identities and idiosyncratic belief systems. Although they usually think of themselves as unique individuals, they are really sheep in a herd, predictable and therefore ultimately boring. Any politics, as long as it’s not conservative politics; any religion as long as it’s not Christian religion; any sexuality as long as it’s not normal sexuality. One notices that the Nowhere People are seldom husbands and wives, fathers and mothers. Idle narcissism is incompatible with the dutiful commitments of marriage and motherhood.
This afternoon I encountered Nissa on Twitter as @cuntxmuffin_ — nice handle, Nissa — when she trolled into my timeline. Why was she trolling me? I don’t know, but her Twitter profile lists her interests as “feminism, cross stitching, true crime, horror & iced coffee,” and links to her Tumblr page entitled, “I Only Exist Because I Dream.” What does she dream of? Oh, the horrors of transphobic bigotry, the joys of tattoos and nose rings. And what kind of life has she led?
I’m originally from Massachusetts and lived a good portion of my life in Nebraska; but I’ve lived in south Texas for five sh**ty years now. I’m moving to San Antonio soon tho, so lets be friends if you live there.
I like cross stitching, coffee, feminism, knitting, girls, sometimes boys, beards and booty, cats, baseball, laying in my bed, and true crime. I’m a second year college student studying criminal justice.
Tell me some cool secrets and lets be friends
Party on, dudes
OK, so the 19-year-old bisexual feminist college student decided, randomly, that we needed her to lecture us about U.S. history.
The Nowhere People, living in the Brave New World. There is no point in arguing with these creatures, who are evidently content to remain ignorant. They are reconciled to their own servitude.
First published at TheOtherMcCain.com
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