I have the solution to climate change.
The male pill!
When it arrives you will know.
There will be a giant slapping sound heard ’round the world.
The sound of a billion female thighs slamming shut all at once.
The collective female frigidity will permanently reverse global warming.
There’s a bit of truth to this, as we’ll be seeing shortly. Well, maybe. I’ll get to that in a sec.
If the pill (sexbots or no) appears in the wild, women will indeed start acting a bit more professionally, if you take my meaning. The female evopsyche bargain is a pretty simple one, so it’s nice that Roissy and others have brought it to light for the more socially retarded of us. In short, women want 1) material comfort, 2) children, 3) sexy children (good genes from dad), and 4) various thrills and nonthreatening chills. Apparently in that order. The preferred strategy is therefore alpha fux, alpha bux if possible, but this is often a miscalculation because the alpha usually turns sour on a girl after he’s impregnated her. (Oops, there goes the primary directive.) Miscalculation plays a shockingly large part in female sexual choices, given how long they’ve been developing “adaptive” instincts, but I suppose agriculture is mostly to blame for that.
(I see this a lot at my job because many of my coworkers are low-status women. Or as I like to put it, “A first-world neighborhood may be singularly identified at the local bus stop by a lack of dour single mothers in scrubs. A third-world neighborhood also lacks single women alone in public, although for a different reason.”)
Anyway, add the male pill to the equation above and the beta bux, alpha fux is no longer viable in most cases. I think we’re going to be startled at the collective loss of sex drive in the fair sex (except among red state, married Christian women, of course). The near future is going to be weird- cads may have to add lines to their PUA-istry about how much they love being around children in order to offset the pressing existential dread of their targets. The thrills of swarthy dick will mysteriously disappear, leaving only the chills. And who knows what sort of abortive humans will be born of unions laced with some-but-not-enough male contraceptives? Think of the weirdos we have now due to massive estrogenization, and throw in another bizarre chemical cocktail at conception.
The question is whether 1) hidden male contraception is actually possible, and 2) will it be legal? There is no question whether sexbots will be legal, as the elites attain zero economic, social, or political benefit from the loss of the degenerate male castes. If anything, discontent degenerates are their greatest source of power because they can be manipulated easily. That is, a starving man will work harder for the mere promise of a single slice of bread.
Recall that the economic strategy of melons is rent-seeking. If you look at the upper levels of the most base, time-tested commodoties (water, food, booze, sex, information, guns, drugs, real estate) you will always find melons charging some form of gratuity (taxes, interest, fees, etc.). These guys have millenia-honed instincts for this sorts of business. So there’s no question that they will quickly corner the market on the male pill, and decide its fate according to their own interests. If there are no benefits to the elites, I think we’d hear about a lot of impurities in mass market versions, and then the black market versions would turn out to be unreliable and often laced with undesirable side effects, and then the craze would blow over, and then over time we’d all believe hidden male contraception is immoral (like conspiracy theories are crazy) and never realize where the thought came from.
Anyway, I have a new, concise philosophy these days. “Christ is king- life is dumb.” Works as a koan, too :-). So I welcome our new chemical overlords- in the spirit of immanentizing the eschaton.