Because surrogacy uses a mutually agreed upon contract, gау mеn using a surrogate in theory have more power over a prеgnаnt mother than a husband does.
Husband = no power
Gау mеn = can compel a mother to abort or keep a child with dubious enforceability
@M__Fromage If force alone will work, anything that closes the gulf between the sexes drains the charge that by arcing would restore it. Yes, accelerationism is stupid in other contexts, but here the enemy is desperate to lose. The situation is nonetheless precarious.
@M__Fromage You might say it's pointless to argue this since no mainstream politics is anywhere near "give women the legal status of dogs". But if convincing men of this is all that matters, a little superficial decency browbeaten into women is useless, even counterproductive.
@reich_gatekeep James A. Donald's avatar from 2008 to a couple years ago when he discovered his Wordpress plugin was leaking users' emails to the NSA or something.
@Emptier_America The taste for owning and 'loving' a grotesque pet (basically every type of dog other than a few working and hunting breeds), especially in women, is possibly the most repulsive human trait that remains even in our Race
In this world the only worthwhile aspiration would be to become a Technocrat. Just as in the (((Culture))) books the only thing to aspire to would be joining the ranks of the AIs (I don't believe this was ever a plot point; curious to Notice).
Every 500 years the quadrillion citizens of the Bisonic Sphæros gathered before the steps of the Grand Orrery of Elder Earth. A lottery was held, and each patrimony divided by dynasty was assigned by lot either to become Nomads or Feudals. They would gather to their separate poles across the 70 quintillion acres, from which posts they would press forward through prairies, forests, oceans, deserts, and ruins. For the next half-millennium, to the glory of the Empire of Mankind, each dynasty redeveloped traditions, strategies, and technologies, recapitulating the best history of Elder Earth and exploring forward into new branches as yet undreamt of.
Mighty horse tribes, elephant riders, mammoth cavaliers clashed in ferocious mêlée across phalanxes ten thousand miles long. Mountains and mountain ranges were mounted, passed, torn down, rebuilt in fantastic forms. Every vista ridden over by a tribe was a new vista, never seen before by human eyes, every man himself a frontier, every woman containing multitudes.
Those who wished to exit the Great Game could do so at any time, via egress portals onto the Outer Sphæros under Eternal Night, where the Technocrats oversaw the efflorescence of the human garden across the long parsecs of the galaxy. There was nothing shameful in Exit, of course, but the best dynasts saw clearly that the only noble reason to leave the Game was to build new outposts for its pursuit around other stars.
Correction, Richard Dawkins' "The Greatest Show On Earth" was of course my earliest and strongest redpilling influence. But I didn't know it at the time.
The air conditioner is one of my very favorite machines, and boggling at Yookay building code microtyranny was my earliest and strongest Redpilling influence after Gamergate. Heavensite.
The thing that's always made European man unique has been the blending of the civilized and barbaric. Good table manners and duels to the death. Beethoven and Napoleon. This still exists in some parts of America, but Europeans have largely Orientalized.