A Man with a Graph Explains Women to Me — draft ;)

The feeling that one’s nature and one’s life are out of sync — that who you’re pressured to be doesn’t reflect who you “really are” — is one almost universally felt. The human animal is an impolite pinwheel, but social survival asks us to temper, deny, obscure, avoid. So this feeling is natural, but its distribution, or at least the strength and frequency of its articulation, is social. We’re all alienated, but some groups get to be more alienated than others. If you’re a migrant washing hotel sheets for cash, you suck it up. But if you have a router, and a bit of money, and an “edgy” personality — well then, here’s Joe Rogan on vaccines and bonobos.

Evolutionary biologists and psychologists are frequent guests in male alternative media. The lens of evolutionary psychology frames everyday thoughts, impulses, and habits as biological outgrowths; the end result of a million-year genital algorithm. A long chain of mating games, built cumulatively and subtly by a Valhalla of vanished horny souls, has eventually produced us, the moderns — hunter-gatherers battling two-factor logins. The world accelerates but our brains dilly-dally. We’re conflicted, out of step, “born in the wrong era”.

Pick-up artistry, in its original Straussian form, was a context-stripping strategy, in which all women, in the club or the store, become dates-in-waiting, unlockable with the right set of triggers, one Manchurian codeword away from turning a rifle on the prez. Skip politeness — hack the brain.