Hoeflation
The best things in life were never free.
The air hangs around the street, and you feel like you are walking through it. You breathe in, and your nose hairs feel like they freeze as the wind draws across them. It’s humid and cold at the same time. The sky is grey; it has been grey for days. You walk past the baseball card shop and down the stairs that lead to the baseball field, where you hit a Corvette windshield when you were young, playing tee ball. The ground feels like the dirt has decided to turn into rocks on its own, as if it said, “I am tired of being dirt, I am now a stone.”
You glance at the cement tunnel where you got into your first real fight as a 1st grader. You remember the fat kid putting you in a headlock until you bit him and bull rushed him before the teacher broke it up. The memories flood back as your stomach gets that anticipatory uneasy feeling.
I was going to go see a blonde chick from your junior high school. She had that Norwegian look. Not the Greta Thunberg look (like her parents are related, and her mom had a drinking problem), the look that says she was descended from a line of hunters. She had a thin nose, eyes that screamed, “come and get me,” and lips that curled into a smile that looked like trouble.
She said, “Come hang out after school.” The weather didn’t cross my mind when I agreed, but honestly, it could have been a full-on blizzard, and I would have still made this journey.
I got to her house, sat on the curb, and pulled out a Newport. She came around the corner and took my hat.
“What are you doing way down here?” She asked with that smile that says danger and fun at once.
I hug her and say, “Well, I was in the neighborhood, figured this was a good spot to turn into an ice sculpture.”
She stole the cigarette out of my mouth and pulled out a lighter and lit it.
“Hey, that’s mine.” I protested.
She took a drag and exhaled, then kissed me, smelling and tasting all smoky.
“That’s not fair,” I mumbled with her lips on mine. My 12-year-old mind lost in translation.
This was 1994. A different time and a cheaper place.
Women used to be easy and cheap. I remember when you could buy one for the cost of a six-piece McNugget.
I have seen you youngins chasing after older chicks in my age range, hag-maxxing, as you call it. So what happened? How did it go from an era where you could have pussy literally fall out of the sky to the majority of females demanding you are 6’2’’ with a 14’’ cock with a net worth of $2 million at 19 years old?
Well, as with most things, we must go to the bottom of why men and women exist in the first place.
There is a reason we developed into sexually dimorphic creatures who cohabitate in longerish-term relationships. The idea that we should mate for life is newer in the evolutionary record than the idea that a dad would stick around for the first 7 or so years till the kid is ready to be trusted to understand his place in the tribe. The mating-for-life strategy emerged later, as agriculture and pastoral lifestyles developed.
The social norms of owning land to farm and passing it down, along with the skills to run the farm, were an important strategy after the immense violence that accompanied the advent of agriculture. This idea of mating for life and the subsequent ceremony of marriage, as part of religious and community rituals, held up for the next 6000 years.
The courting rituals that lead to marriage and the creation of offspring vary among populations. There are people in the steppe to this day who have to chase a woman down on a horse, catch her, and kiss her while she fights him off to prove his worth. There are Italian and a few Mediterranean traditions that force men to court the woman in full view of the entire family. This can mean they are accompanied on dates by 40 people. In countries where people shit in the street, like India, people to this day have arranged marriages set up by fathers for family wealth or social connections. In North West Europe and the United States, women use apps to swipe on men’s best fishing pictures. In Black communities in the United States, guys hold their guns sideways and buy shirts with the word “Supreme” on them to attract a mate on places like Instagram. These photos are often taken with large bundles of one-dollar bills and weed wrapped in cigar paper.
Currently, we have an issue where extremely rich Middle Eastern guys are flying women to foreign countries to make them defecate on each other while paying them immense amounts of money.
Add to this that there are platforms like Instagram and Facebook where people’s curated lives are put on display for the whole world to see, leading an entire generation to have a fundamental misunderstanding of what real life is. This life never shows the bills, credit cards, or debt. This doesn’t show the injuries the guys get at work or the downside to the fun nights when you wake up butt naked, cuddled up to a camel.
Add to this that we have imported 30 to 50 million military-aged males to push out the labor curve and drive down wages not just at the bottom of the economy but also at the top, in fields like coding. While we did this, we offshored many of the traditional jobs once performed by our male population, such as manufacturing, and, in turn, created two generations of men who are financially unstable.
The purpose of cohabitating, courting, and getting married is, of course, to have children. The problem, as Michael Greene has pointed out, is that if we measured poverty the way the government traditionally does, the poverty line for a family of four would be $140k.
Women after 60 years of welfare, civil rights, education, feminism, and EEOC enforcement are now more stable than men.
I want to tell you that the 1950s still had a 30% divorce rate. So, trying to recreate that time period is completely insane. This period was geopolitically the greatest time to be a human being in human history. Fuck all this tech. Imagine being in a country that manufactured 50% of the entire world’s goods while the rest of the world was bombed out, and your population was at the exact sweet spot to maintain a constant shortage of labor. 35% of the population was in a union, creating a floor for wages that rose every year. Infrastructure opened up while building highways, and you could buy an acre of land for $100 and put a house on it with your family members, with no building inspector. Sign me the fuck up.
This was not historically normal, so let’s go to a historical normal.
The 1800s were much more typical of human life over the past 6000 years. The relationships built were community-driven. You needed a wife not to make a home but to survive. She needed you to survive, too. She could not go to the store and get a Digiorno or a Lunchable. She cooked what you killed. You and your son would kill and butcher an animal together. Oftentimes, your brothers and his kids would be there as well. You all worked together to survive. Your wife spent a day a week with the family and neighbors doing laundry and cooking. Your daughters and their daughters would be there learning and helping. You all needed each other to survive. The neighborhood kids would sit across from each other and give each other the eyes till one day they courted, and some puritanical woman would sew them into a bag, and they would spend the night together that way till they were married. Letters would be exchanged families would converse. Housing would be built. Extra Crops would be planted and tilled to help them get started in life. Horses would be bred, and skills would be passed down from generation to generation. Sometimes the woman’s or man’s family would say, “No, not that boy or girl.”
This is what you should be aiming for. This is not religious; this is not from a book. This is a community.
Today, the man is not a necessity. Today, the woman is not a necessity. The man is interchangeable. The woman is a luxury item. Kids are a luxury item. The problem isn’t women's expectations. It is the technology and convenience of a world at the touch of a button. It is the washer and dryer. It is the grocery store and cheap credit. It is the lack of good-paying jobs. A single mom with 3 kids gets $60,000 in benefits from the government. For a man to match that, he has to bring home $90,000 before taxes. Only 10% of the country can earn that. And by the way, that family will be living paycheck to paycheck, and if he gets hurt or sick, they are all fucked. The government never gets sick or hurt.
Welcome to hoeflation. You can cut off the welfare, and women will sleep with whoever to survive, but honestly, do you really want a woman who is only there because you were the last option before their kid starved?
Think about all of this next time you get upset, please. It isn’t their fault or yours. It is the rich and powerful boomers and silent generation who are mostly all dead who sold all of us up the river in the name of profit.