As we've seen for ourselves even those at the very top can get stabbed in the back at a moments notice and have their lives completely ripped from them and get told they're misogynists for hating being treated that way.
Sometimes "careful" isn't enough. Now, my analogue of "vulture", that was no coincidence - they are attracted to the smells of the dead and dying. Only things of their like enjoy a vulnerable man.
They surround themselves with losers because people who live with any actual certainty repel them or move on too fast for them to keep up. You pick yourself up out of the dirt, bat away the flies and the vultures, and keep moving. Let them eat someone else's corpse.
The people you want to meet in this life don't usually stop for a deadman anyhow. Never met anyone worth a damn while feeling sorry for myself, you don't always get to keep them either.
You become unattractive to vultures by never showing them vulnerability, and by merit of being their better. Those who know about that hidden dagger aren't likely to be stabbed so easily.
This is exactly the case. The world will beat the shit out of you - and the people listening for your woes aren't usually your friends. When the mask eventually comes off you find that you were surrounded by a hierarchy of vultures and that all of your compassionate projections were misplaced. It's the same fuckin' game.
Man's gotta be useful, for better or for worse. Repel them.
It's the kind of gimmicky thing that you do to avoid lifting weights because you are afraid of the locker room showers and objective numbers.
Soys will go to great lengths to never know how much they can actually bench.
Yes, never collect yourself - practice only one subset of social skills, which is mirroring the shallow, bluepilled sentiments of the people around you. Never initiate the drive to be useful, never solidify your role amongst the still very much hunter-gatherer soul of civilization; never sharpen a spear or tie a sling, or deal with circular emotions constructively as men should and have for many thousands of years by being useful, in a world that is cold and indifferent, if not actively hostile, towards those who cannot shape it.
Instead seek platitudes for your emotions, mald, grow a beard, wear horn-rimmed glasses and a women's sweater. Become a penisless, complicit, compliant, soulless bugman just like Joel here. Surely this is the way, being a eunuch of the soul.
I swear to God some of the fuckers in this crowd look atleast 30, I thought these were school children but no - there are honest to goodness manlets are among them.
I sincerely hope that shit like this culminates into a collective rebirth of a Vlad Tepes consciousness, because that's what they seem to want. Why are they so fucking ungrateful to the people kind enough to let them in? Who knows - fuck em'.
Nobody forced you to open your legs 99% of the time (1% of abortions occur because of rape).
That's it.
That's the argument.
Close your legs, take a pill, wear a condom - plenty of autonomy there alone. Actions, outcomes, and consequences are a part of autonomy; you are an active participant. If you make your womb into an ontological paradox for the sake of a momentary spasm, using no protections, none of the actual autonomy you are afforded, you are the problem.
Take accountability for your actions, otherwise you really DO "have less autonomy than a corpse".
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Women and girls are miserable in a vacuum and like to complain in the same way that they like popping zits. They will make some shit up.
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No amount of simping will make women happy.
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Emasculating yourself will not make women happy.
"Problematic behavior" is a manufactured issue and a shit test.
On an optimistic note, I don't think this is entirely the case. I have had a long time to think - and truth be told, I want and intend to create an entire culture of aesthetics with the tools I am given.
Heh, failed artist once again tries to shape a culture to bring out the best in its constituents. What can go wrong? hahahaha
[Auf der Heide blüht ein kleines Blümelein! und das heißt! Erika!]
It depends entirely on what "artists" you're talking about and when. Commercially it's a whole other ball game. "Artist" conjures Van Gogh, maybe Sargent, but rarely does it bring about Andrew Loomis or Disney's 9 old men, or even rarer the current landscape of illustration and the commercial venues with which people have made a meager but consistent living up to this point.
It's like comparing the vast array of different types of writer in the 21st century to some foppish 19th century dandy poet who writes the gardener's daughter and dies of Cholera and a broken heart.
Anyway, as an industry-wide thing, when you lose your entry-level jobs that usually means top guys will be a legacy hires pretty soon and you essentially have something that is completely different from what inspired you come into the fold (when I left, pretty much everything was photobashing and 2.5D paintovers). Behind the scenes mediocrity is king, and AI does mediocrity very well - hell, people love soulless dogshit too so there goes freelance. When it all distills, and all that is left is legacy hires and machines - all you are is a name at that point and really who is to say AI won't be better than say Dave Rapoza or Craig Mullins within 5 years?
You kick the ladder, the whole thing falls over.
As for any hopefuls and hangers on, and dare I say "good" artists out there? Good luck competing with posts perfectly timed with the algorithms of each each platform; completely drowning out your visibility even if your work is masterful. What sliver of hope you have left for in-studio work is smothered by political nepotism and hardline DEI - you better have a three adjective gender identity if you are an unestablished white biological male.
You might straggle along with your own IP and use AI as a force multiplier, but visibility is already brutal as is.
So this paired with Google's new censorship "tool", collusion between big tech and government, and all of the dystopian shit that has occurred thusfar really marks the schizos as the uncontested winners of the guessing game, doesn't it?
It's really beginning to look like we VILL be eating ze bugs.
I used to be against it, but the arts are so corrupted by political nepotism that it really should all burn.
What is an artist if he can only produce propaganda for people who want him dead, his culture destroyed, and his kids raped and brainwashed?
Beauty can come from none of it.
The real reason is that they've been told to "find themselves" until 30 and many listened to that shit advice - fastforward of course to the point where they find out that the wall is fucking real and everything that their mormon cousin was doing was actually right. floozy floozied around. Floozy fucking squandered her youth. While that was going on, her mormon cousin was busy making her mid-late 20's and conceivable future enjoyable for herself; as she "found herself" in being a dutiful wife and mother with the gift of her youth instead of being a whore. What does being a whore prepare you for? What is the grand sum of that experience?
It's easy to see where this is going...
Now enter the modern washed up floozy, she has to live in terror of the nubile 18~ year old usurper and has to support a social hedgemony of taboos in order to quell this very natural and warranted fear of replacement; even if it means a broadbrush ostracisization that includes short and petite women, they cannot allow this to go preferentially uncondemned. Yet they will tell young women the exact line of bullshit they were told so that they aren't rightfully singled out for being a disgusting hole. Note that there is no altruism here, no want of a better outcome for another human being, it is wholely motivated by inadequecy and fear of social consequences.
They live a paradox of dispensing this shit advice and living in abject fear of the doe-like and youthful woman, thinking that they get a choice in what men find attractive - but are otherwise helpless to the situation they've created. They will squawk and grimmace from their post-wall cuck corner where they belong "IF SHE IS UNDER 25 YOU ARE A PEDO CREEP!" etc.
They're not used to a selective meritocracy, let alone something that excludes them. They really thought it all came at no cost and they don't like being weeded out for having a stinky old thousand-mile minge.
Honest to God almighty DIVINE, the most cathartic rebellion against this hedonist nightmare is marrying early on or having a younger wife with big tits.