Wasted on the young

Okay, so as we all know, some people fuck children. It’s never classy, but it happens. And I feel like it’s probably not rape quite as much as people think– But it’s still rape a lot, and that’s worrying.

What’s become uncomfortable is our collective inability to discuss the topic. It seems obvious to me that there exists no age filter in the human brain when it comes to sexual appeal. We all like what we like. And today this makes us very, very uncomfortable.

So I hope this statement isn’t controversial: Young people are hot. That’s the WHOLE POINT of youth. We have experience, they have freshness. Freshness matters to everyone always. It’s called biology. Don’t take it personally.

Notice that none of this means that older people are unfuckable, it just means we need to focus more on being smart interesting people. History has way way too many examples of people who got laid far more than their looks can account for. Be one of those people.

Remember there is no age that completely precludes you from being sexually appealing, you just might have to look a bit harder to find someone who appreciates what you have to offer. Or find/learn something that you can offer. Or pay people. I mean as long as we live in a world with economic inequality it’s only fair that young people have the right to charge full market value for the thing society values most about them.

One weird thing I’ve um, noticed. Old people have the *best* taste in youth. Creepy but true!

Fuck.

Submission is as good as consent. Fuck! I’m tired of this universe. Everything makes sense, but everything is also terrifying. The lack of control we have over the things we rely on to survive is terrifying. I am literally terrified.

Consciousness is a universe created by thought. It exists within a (much, much) larger external universe, and this external universe contains billions of other consciousnesses, each one a thought-universe just like me, but no single one will understand the external universe the same way as me. The other consciousnesses can be known (loved) but only by way of a shared perception of the external universe. So to know other people we are forced to also know the universe, as it gives and as it takes away. Some people submit to the lack of control, others fight it and lose.

But consent is an outdated concept anyway. To this universe I will submit lovingly. Because this universe is also the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced. Shoulda senda poet… yadda yadda yadda… I was raped one time. My feelings are still very conflicted and I’m not comfortable talking about it yet, but I felt like it might be important to say, just to give a better context to all this talk about consent.

I think God is the name we give to the forces we don’t understand. You can love God or you can hate God. I choose love. I choose to always try to see beauty even through ugliness. I can’t always fix ugliness but I can always create beauty.

Make learning fun?

Games teach you how to learn.

Games create simulated worlds, either by showing them to you or through a set of abstract rules and/or physical props, organise the players towards a specific goal or set of goals, that encourage the players to learn the rules of the game world and skill themselves in the specific way the game requires, and then use the newly acquired knowledge and skill sets to pass levels and gain a sense of progression. In other words education and training.

That’s why games make you smarter. Game skills are absolutely transferable to real world tasks. Plenty of groups are already creating games that train people in useful skills. The frigging US Army uses a video game to simultaneously attract and train potential recruits.

Games can be both very fun and very powerful tools. The trick I think is that the more we can make game tasks mirror real life tasks (without ruining the fun) the smarter those games will make us.

And birds go tweet?

I’m thirty-three and I’m just now getting into Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Obviously I think it’s genius. What I saw was a dissection of conservative America from the point of view of a zealously hedonistic man-who-became-god who really overdoes it in the drama queen department when faced with his own reality. In other words I saw myself.

Indiana Jones and the Many Sides, Many Sides

The internet is making shame obsolete. This same revolutionary communication tool that has predictably now been harnessed for evil by the Nazis has also brought together juggalos, bronies, gamers, furries… people who love things that that society (rightly or otherwise) has deemed shameful are today able to band together and publicly celebrate something they believe in.

I think we should probably do something about the Nazis.

A blog post

Is a reassuring illusion better than the truth?

I see people over and over choose the illusion despite knowing better, which makes me feel less guilty about barely living in reality myself.

The illusion is you. You imagine what someone once told you was there, back when you were too stupid to question them, and now you’ve forgotten to question why it should exist in the first place. Blaming reality for not conforming to your expectations is a terrible excuse for not trying to improve your own understanding.

It’s easy to notice how many people are told they’re great, despite doing terrible things. You could conclude that our society is so superficial that it would be more effective to impose your point of view on people than to try and teach them to understand for themselves.

The reality is that diversity is always a strength. I don’t know any simpler way of understanding it. People who have the same background will tend towards the same style of thinking over and over until intellectual inbreeding sets in and diverse opinions become foreign and scary.

Individualism isn’t going to be punished by the universe itself– at least not directly. It provides its own punishment in teaching you to devalue the life experience and knowledge of people who are not you.

In which a revolution is live-tweeted

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Remember April 2017, when the youth officially turned on Pepsi. We will not be marketed to any more, they said. You misrepresent our culture and we do not approve.

Good for them. It’s a great story if it’s true. (You can google “pepsi ad 2017” if you want a better sense of the media narrative.)

I’ve found a lot of use for this sentiment recently; to say that something is a great story if it’s true. I said it about @RoguePOTUSStaff. I said it about Trump’s pledge to “drain the swamp”.

It’s getting hard to know anything for sure. It’s like our society has learned how to doubt things, but not to resolve enough of them to be able to sleep at night.

The world will keep turning. Every day people learn new things, and we will eventually figure out new solutions to the things that keep us up at night.

We will learn that there are better things to believe in than lizard conspiracies and UFO abduction reports and corporate narratives and “authority”.

Murder

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I believe that a police shooting is murder. I believe that capital punishment is murder. I believe that assisted suicide is murder. I believe that abortion is murder. I believe that slaughter for meat is murder. I believe that squashing a spider is murder. I believe that fumigation is murder. I believe that anti-bacterial soap is murder.

I believe that murder isn’t the black and white issue that everyone seems to think it is.

Advertising

Imagine that a product exists, maybe a tool, maybe an entertainment product, that is just perfect for you. It’s the thing you didn’t realise you’d been waiting your whole life for. But you don’t know about it.

In an ideal version of reality, how do you want the sellers of this product to let you know that it exists and you can buy one?

I guess the flip side to this question is; how do you ever know someone wants to hear what you have to say? Isn’t society one big collection of unsolicited messages?

Would the ants in the grass understand what the man’s Volvo is?

Do they know you can buy Pepsi in aluminum or glass?

Advertising is art with an ulterior motive for existing. As long as we’re not being openly lied to, I don’t think it’s bad exactly, but in a world where there are important things to do, I would suggest it’s probably doing more harm than good.

Your creators

I recently pledged $1 per month to a youtube channel that redubs old episodes of the pokemon cartoon to change the plot and characters to something completely different. It’s not Ibsen, but it makes me laugh a lot, enough that I still feel like I’m kind of ripping them off by only giving a dollar a month.

But they sent me this nice email with the heading “Thank you for supporting your creators!” which I thought was kind of an amazing way to phrase it. I’ve never equated the act of creating something with the idea of “my” creators, but it’s kind of the same thing. I’m the sum of all my experiences, so if some of those experiences were designed by other people, in a way that places those people among my creators.

I watched an interview with Ashly Burch from the Hey Ash Watcha Playin series of internet videos, and apparently she’s playing the hero in some new big budget open world game that came out recently. She mentioned the female Commander Shepherd from Mass Effect as one of her inspirations, which reminded me of that one time when I learned from Saints Row 3 that all you need to do to write women well is write them as men and swap out the model for a female one.

I’m reminded of Jack Nicholson’s character from As Good As It Gets. When I was a teenager my mum took me to see it at the cinema, and I don’t think thirteen year-old me understood half of it, but it ended up sweeping the oscars. Anyway the point is his character’s talent is writing romance novels, which is something that comes across in no aspect of his personal attitude. When a woman asks him how he’s able to write women so well he responds; “I think of a man, and I take away reason and accountability.”

It’s no struggle for a man to fully empathise with a woman, all he has to do is forget that he wants to have sex with her.

Attractive people are blinding in a way. I’m not sure there is a better way of saying it. The question becomes whether to embrace this higher imperative or suppress it, and try to shield your eyes.