Hawaiian libertarian: Counter-Intelligence Ops in the MindWar: "
[She] can't help but feel like she's missing out on what our regularly scheduled programming tells her she's giving up, by being a stay-at-home mom and dedicated wife to her husband. It is during conversations like these that I try my hand at "slipping the red pill into her drink," and I get to expound on the topic of opportunity costs for career moms. I play the devil's advocate against this devilish society and it's cursed whispers of temptations for women to fall prey to envy, greed, ingratitude and manufactured discontent in the pursuit of HAVING IT ALL...
There are far more important things she is building up and creating, rather than being just another human resource for the corporate borg and an All-American debt serf. When she complains about having to cook and clean all the time, I point out how healthy she and her family are. How most other children of her peerage are ill behaved, overweight and/or sickly, while her well-fed family is thriving...
I often remind her of how cooking for family is one of the strongest bonds parents and grand parents create with their relations. As I've sat at the dinner table of her grandparents when she was young and shared the meals her Grandmother used to cook from scratch, I can bring up her favorite meals she used to enjoy and how they give her fond memories of her Grandmother who passed away years ago. When I point out to her that all of her efforts at daily cooking is now giving her own child the same fond memories and experiences she had, she can't help but smile and I can see the manufactured discontent that is the plague of our modern zeitgeist drain from her eyes.
When she is upset that she never has "time for herself" I tell her to look at her growing child and enjoy what she has, for all the other young mother's that work a 9-5, don't have time for themselves either. Their time is their bosses, their jobs and their corporate companies who dictate their life's hectic schedules...
When I say to her, "Why would you want to be anywhere else?" she concedes the point and brightens up a bit. She often feels like she's losing out on a chance for education to "become somebody," I point out to her that most women her age, take on massive loans to attend college to attain credentials (a piece of paper!) that they will then have to pay for, for the rest of their working lives. I point out that their children are being raised by minimum wage workers and they never really bond with their parents (at least not like how her own child is very close to her) because they spend most of their waking lives with people who are not family...
The glamor of credential-certified achievement and consumerist-driven careerism and all of the material amenities and technological luxuries and distractions that are a part of our present existence, are all false promises of illusory happiness. In the end, none of it matters if the pursuit of such things come at the cost of that which should be most precious to us - our families and close relationships with others...
Hawaiian libertarian: Gaming the Curse of Eve: "Man built civilization, turned to his Woman and said: "Look what I made for you!" She replied, "That's nice....now what?" The "red-pill" woman takes frequent moments to step back and observe all that her husband does for her and their family, and she appreciates it and expresses it to him with her words and her actions. But even the best of them will admit that doing so is a constant struggle to avoid taking their husbands for granted.
This is one of the reasons why unaware, "blue-pill" husbands are utterly destroyed when their wives give them the Eat-Pray-Love frivorce experience. From his blithely unaware perspective, he has a catalog of things he's done over the course of years stored up in his own mental ledger. An accounting of all that he has done, built and sacrificed for their her benefit. He assumes she knows the score, even if she doesn't often express gratitude and appreciation for it. These are the men who are emotionally and mentally devastated to find out she gives all of that previous provisioning, support and stability absolutely zero consideration, while she's explaining to him that she's not haaaaappppy. A good provider is dependable. Dependability quickly and easily becomes routine. Routine for men is comfort. Routine for women is boooooorrrrrrring, and after enough time has passed in a routine, dependable existence, Eve's Curse kicks in and she no longer notices nor accounts for all that she already recieves in benefit from being married to him. She starts to focus on what she still wants but doesn't have or can't have. A husband's comfortable routine becomes the wife's greatest discomfort...
I remember when I was a young Husband just starting to earn decent money after getting my first "real job" after college graduation. We began eating out at restaurants almost daily, with dinner and movies (either at the theatre or a DVD at home), becoming a regular, nearly every weekend routine. Eventually, the complaints that we "never do anything anymore" began to frequently rumble from her discontented id. It got to the point where taking her to the best restaurants in town was not enough to stave off this building discontent...
Now that I've gone "Paleo" for the past 5 years or so, eating out at restaurants is something done rarely now...like once every other month or so. To this day, whenever I issue an unexpected "Get ready, let's go out to eat," invitation, it is cause for excitement and anticipation in the Galt household....and it doesn't have to even be a nice restaurant. A cheap noodle house or plate lunch meal is gratefully appreciated and a cherished, delightful experience. Of course, there's a flip side of that coin. Part of the transition to the paleo paradigm of eating, was to embrace cooking on a daily basis. I now cook 50% of all the family meals. When I first took this up, she was impressed and full of praise, compliments and gratitude whenever I labored to create a tasty and nutrient dense culinary dish in our kitchen. But here we are five years later, and my efforts at creating unique and distinct meals with the highest quality ingredients, is largely now taken for granted. Now, it doesn't bother me..."
