Human history is a funny thing: we spent millennia fighting off predators and toiling in the fields, painstakingly developing labor-saving methods and machines in search of convenience, only to now feel deep dissatisfaction with the industrialized world.
At least, some of us feel dissatisfied.
It’s a thing Jack Donovan touches on in much of his writing. And it’s also the kind of scorching hot take the chattering class likes to bring up when they trot out the whole “It’s a woman’s world now/Are men obsolete?” canard.
You see, apparently things like strength, decisiveness, and physical courage are outdated and outmoded. As though only men display these things . . .
But this dissatisfaction is not just a man-thing. It’s a human thing.
All this labor-saving, all this technology, and all this existential angst. Is it any wonder that people feel useless? Anxious? Unhappy?
Maybe all of this convenience is the enemy.
- Hunting and farming? Just press a button, and food is brought to you.
- Courtship? Romance? Nah! We have devices. Soon, sex robots will be a thing. And if you really crave “the human element,” there are apps for that.
- Disease? Most of the ones that used to ravage humanity are gone, or held at bay so as to be nearly eradicated.
- Travel? Never been easier. You don’t even need to own your own vehicle to get from point A to point B, let alone a horse.
And so on.
But we’re all stressed. We suffer from ennui and listlessness and isolation. Pure enervation. Achievement is just not worth the effort since the rewards are ever-dwindling…right?
I mean, look around you, especially if you’re in a city. Things seem designed to keep us apart from each other. Where are the smiles? Hell, it’s weird to even see an athletic physique, isn’t it?
Convenience is killing us. This is not a great revelation when it comes to our personal lives. But what about when it comes to everything else?
How about convenience making us not even want to vote, or learn about important issues? Nothing really ever changes, right?
Convenience is a trap. It’s the cage of safety writ large. And this convenience was designed, so the official story goes, to make our lives better.
And it has.
But as with most everything, there is a price. Continue reading “Death to Convenience!”