Whatever boasts one of pop culture's more intriguing commentariats since it gives an unfiltered glimpse into the mind of Generation Z, an experience as vapid and horrifying as you'd expect from the demographic that idolizes Dylan Mulvaney.
Mere minutes of listening and our youth reveal their shallowness and nihilistic disillusionment. I question what, if anything, these people know. Torchbearers of the Idiocracy, masters only in reducing life's existential mysteries to ten-second quips, they do not have the self-awareness to understand their ignorance, which they parade proudly as the Naked Emperor with a micro penis. Despite their shortcomings, the Idiocracy rain their ideas across the land like fecomancers conjuring a storm of diarrhea. Ordainments, like men can be women, virginity, chasteness, and restraint have no value and body counts in the hundreds make for more sexually-talented and appealing mates.
To whom, exactly, other than those who have devalued themselves? Furthermore, if you've ever met a pump-and-dump-two-minute-chump, he's evidence a person can have multiple sexual partners and still be bad at sex. People are very good at becoming very bad at certain behaviours. If your sexual experience is limited, there's more to learn and explore with a partner willing to lead you. Indeed the only thing more notches in your bedpost affects is your chance of having an STI, which rises with every new partner.
While the risk of dying from AIDS has been much reduced since Fauci's last reign of terror, terminal diseases are not something you should shrug at contracting. Muscle wasting, mood swings, lipodystrophy (fat appearing and disappearing in strange places--the "wasting look"), depression, anxiety, paranoia, loose stools, and even full-blown-psychosis are on the menu for these treatments. Living with dozens of side effects can be as unbearable as living with the disease. We should limit our dependence on medicines and not use therapeutics as stop gaps for our bad judgement or unhealthy habits. Eventually, there comes the point where so many drugs and their interactions play havoc with the biome, and you measure your daily success by how effectively you manage your innumerable pains and pills.
Lest the knife turns on me for dictating how a woman should behave, note that I haven't inferred promiscuity's deleteriousness as tied to sex. Loose behaviour and its ruinous effects apply equally to men and women. Although, the risk is always higher for women—biological women, as there are no other kind, sorry. In addition to diseases, an unwanted pregnancy from casual sex becomes the burden of the fuckee, not the fucker. Men's promiscuity seems more tolerable due to millennia of observing male behaviour; this is not an excuse for boorishness but an observation. We're more used to witnessing and managing slutty male habits; the institution of marriage is one of the oldest functioning models for calming male promiscuity. Men live longer and generally do better in life when in a partnership. Recent data can suggest the opposite for women, though we should be wary of the political, Marxist taint of everything shat from academia since fourth-wave feminism's rise. Sex work is empowering! Tell that to a dead or drugged-out prostitute or child sex slave. Regardless, I'm sure that women in happy relationships would attest that having a strong, stable male figure in the household brings them happiness, too.
I also believe men would benefit from less stimulus. Porn distorts our perceptions of intimacy, weakens resolve and encourages addiction. "No Nut November" is good practice for learning not to immediately tend to arousal. Long term, masturbation seems necessary to male mental and physical health (no, really, it reduces prostate cancer, amongst other positives).
For women, advice on achieving a sexual steady state in the Chinese Year of the Ma'am is more opaque. Only recently was the social contract for Western women and intercourse ripped up, with no revised handbook to follow. Unsurprisingly, 90% of the globe did not follow suit in the sexual revolution. More troubling, it doesn't seem as if modern women know that while they assert sexual equity, the consequences of intercourse between the sexes are not equal and will never be. For example, in many countries, women who walk unattended by a male escort or are lewdly attired by what might seem absurd cultural standards to us can be raped and killed almost without reproach. While this is a monstrous injustice, it's a concern men will never share. Likewise, a man can ejaculate thousands of times without risk to himself. In contrast, a woman can become fertilized once, and her life careens in another direction, with a thousand new choices and perils faced.
Perhaps it's time to bring back shaming. Cultural reproach serves as a powerful repellent for sabotaging behaviour. We've become a culture of anti-life, anti-morals and sadistic indulgence. We act as Gods because we tell ourselves God is dead. Private fetishism has become public exhibitionism. Few carry a functioning moral compass, and even those who do find they point to no safe straits.
Life is not fair. Men and women are different, immutably and forever. Thus, the choices we weigh are often not equal or shared. Our health, once lost, is seldom regained. Why deprive yourself of future happiness for a flutter of desire? Particularly the de rigour, loveless, dial-a-fuck lust celebrated on social media. Find someone you love, and grow with them emotionally and sexually. Selectiveness is not abstinence; it's protecting the parts of you that matter: your body and soul.
—C