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It is hardly surprising that on a female-owned website, women get to enjoy special privileges.
That's acutally news to me.
Have you not seen our dear feeder's hot takes as of late regarding the absolute state of modern women?

He's so determined to btfo the groypers with facts and logic that he's become one of the staunchest defenders of muh aryan shield maidens cumdumpsters.
 
I don't get why there is such importance being made about your genes surviving into the future for so many people. Surely, if your genes are so valuable, it's other people who should convince you to reproduce, so they and their kids can leech off of yours. On the other hand, if you don't, and the surviving gene pool is utter shit, you can spare your genetic material the trouble of having to life with it.
 
Perspective.

What classic novel written by a woman predominantly features or follows the perspective of a man?

Two of the greatest novels ever, Flaubert's Bovary and Tolstoy's Karenina, are about fallen women. They are both written with empathy (not just sympathy) for them and tries to probe into how they think. This is the same with most of the work of Hardy. George Gissing's The Odd Women, about women left out of the marriage pool, is one of his best works. Then there is the work of Henry James and EM Forster, whose best characters are basically all women. My favourite moment in Joyce's Ulysses is with Gerty, when the perspective is changed to that of a young woman, and we see how she sees Bloom (or how Bloom thinks she sees him, I can't be quite sure). There is also Molly Bloom's soliloquy at the end, but I don't think anyone has ever enjoyed reading that, even fans.

Highsmith's Ripley? Highsmith, a butch bisexual who preferred the company of submissive women, seems suited to write a novel about an anxious queer. Not that it is a particularly good novel- the film adaptations are miles better- but it does feature the internal thoughts and perspective of a man. I felt Dickie in the novel is so unlikeable that Ripley's attraction to him was unconvincing. If it was just money and status for Ripley, then fine, but that is not what Highsmith is going for. That is why the films are improvements over the novel. They understand male attraction better.

George Eliot perhaps, but then in those novels- Adam Bede and Daniel Dermonda- it is a 50-50 split between the main male and main female character. That is not the same as Tolstoy, Flaubert, or Hardy. Nevertheless her male characters are interesting, though perhaps too morally pure.

There is the Septimius section in Woolf's Mrs Dalloway, and the moment where Walsh thinks he is being stalked in London (I assume is a reference to Poe's 'Man in the Crowd'). Both sections capture extreme emotions, the former depression and the latter anxiety and paranoia- much like Highsmith's The Talented Mr. Ripley- feelings Woolf had intimate relations with. She also wrote Jacob's Room, a novel about how we can barely understand people through observations and words.

Sorry, but the conversation about female therapists got me thinking.

A lot of young women I know who read classics bother only with ones written by women. Older generations tend to be quite different. I know a few who love Dickens, as all decent people should.

I will offer an example: Ted Hughes and Silvia Plath. Right after her suicide, most of the sympathy was with Hughes, who was the better poet (that's not even up for debate). My old English teacher thought Plath's death was attributable to Plath not understanding the English working class that Hughes was born into and slightly blamed her privileged background for her death. Plath was also suicidal before she met Hughes, something rarely mentioned nowadays. And there was the attraction Hughes had over women. He was for many a living Heathcliff. Women love the badboy loner.

Now the sympathy is with Plath. The Bell Jar is still popular and Hughes is little read. His Birthday Letters, the book about her suicide, is a far better literary product than The Bell Jar, but it lacks that tragic background that readers love, but that seems disingenuous to me. As any reader of Hughes' work would know, suicide does not have one victim. A husband and children also suffer the loss of a loved one. That is the perspective we need to learn.

The modern predominance for confessional writing, The Bell Jar being the Moby Dick of this style, is of a people unwilling to see a fresh perspective. There is no growth in one view of the world. The 'I' is endless. It can be as shallow or as full of depth as you want. We learn far more about ourselves through our observations of others than we do observing ourselves. If you seek to be validated in reading, then what is the fucking point?

Edit: Forgot to include Agatha Christie, though her work is less about the character as it is about the plot.
 
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If you seek to be validated in reading, then what is the fucking point?
Feeling understood is certainly a good reason to read; the novel 'Norwegian Wood' by Murakami perfectly reflected my own dysfunctional relationships with women, which helped me to reflect on my actions and such. Like wise my time reading Augustine's 'Confessions' is one of the few where I've felt truly understood by another human being. All that being said there certainly is a weird incestuous culture that's cropped up in women's lit in which seeing yourself reflected in a novel is of primary importance.

I would agree that what a truly great author brings to the table is not a mirror, but rather a bevy of perspectives, and the ability to empathize with all of them. A good author helps you explore your own thoughts and feelings while at the same time showing you things from a different perspective.
 
Breeding is one of the main points of existing. Asking why it’s worth it to breed is like asking if it’s worth it to breathe. Just about everything we do centers around it. You’re basically uselessly using up resources otherwise.
Not having kids doesn't make you a leech, that would be not contributing anything to the world. Some random Indian deciding to have 12 kids doesn't automatically put them a grade above Nikola Tesla.
If you work in some way then you aren't "uselessly using up resources".
 
A lot of young women I know who read classics tend to only read ones written by women.
All that being said there certainly is a weird incestuous culture that's cropped up in women's lit in which seeing yourself reflected in a novel is of primary importance.
Good ol' narcissism.
 
I don't get why there is such importance being made about your genes surviving into the future for so many people. Surely, if your genes are so valuable, it's other people who should convince you to reproduce, so they and their kids can leech off of yours. On the other hand, if you don't, and the surviving gene pool is utter shit, you can spare your genetic material the trouble of having to life with it.
It's not just ooga booga MY genes. That plays into it, yes. But you'd have to understand evolutionary psychology and biological determinism to go down this route. Blank slate theory has caused massive damage to the gene pool and caused us to live in this idiocracy with no realistic way out of it.
 
Not having kids doesn't make you a leech, that would be not contributing anything to the world. Some random Indian deciding to have 12 kids doesn't automatically put them a grade above Nikola Tesla.
If you work in some way then you aren't "uselessly using up resources".

Having kids is not about contributing to your "society," it's about not being a cuck. Nikola Tesla's work is inherited by others; he ultimately worked and strove and died for others' offspring. Right now, white people and Asians are working to death and avoiding having children entirely so niggers and pajeets can inherit the Earth.

Anti-natalist rightoids can whine all they want about how pajeets and niggers shouldn't outbreed us, but that's what they're doing. We work very hard and even go as far as killing our own children to make sure they have enough food and medicine to reproduce as fast as they can. They're not going to stop reproducing just because an alt-righter wrote a blog post crying about it.
 
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This is still the realest thing I've ever posted on this website.
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Yeah, this is the kind of thing that makes me doubt all this "mating is the be all, end all of life" schtick. Unless we're talking about eugenics this whole "be a family man" thing is just ruling elite propaganda to coax plebs to spawn more future tax-payers and keep the system running.

Seriously what's the point of a mentally damaged person spreading its gene pool? To bring more miserable beings to the world and make society a more stressful place to live? What's the point of having such broken families?
Well yeah, broken people don't waste their lives at work.
 
>ITT western snowflakes pay unimaginable amounts of money to seek advice from strangers claiming to know what to do with your life better than you aka "therapists" and cry on their shoulder
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That's pretty pathetic, dudebros. Have you tried consulting your close ones for free and without being at risk of receiving poor advice in bad faith instead?
 
She obviously hated that I was a gay man for some reason too and was offended I didn't tell her. I talked about my ex-partned, and said "he" and she looked at me all wide eyed and tilted her head, "you didn't tell me you were gay!"
Another faggot in the Woman-Hate thread?
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Look at all of you on your knees knob gobbling this nellie bottom.

The state of men in 2024.
Men are indeed better therapists for men overall. Having a retarded bitch listen to your problems and offer no real guidance doesn't help jack shit.
Yeah I'm sure you love when men come over to give you "therapy", you cock sucking degenerate fiend.
 
Have you tried consulting your close ones
Taking into account the story I just wrote a few pages before, to whom will a man seek help if he has nobody to aid him?

Answer: To himself. That's what a real man does. Women/weak-willed men like and need to rely on others. Real men don't.

A real man does things because he feels like. A slave/woman does things because they seek something (often validation) from others.
 
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