Undercurrent of Malfoid euphoria is reification of extant elite's ability to identify and assimilate/accomodate novel caliber despite dire internal schism.
People talk about a sex drought but what we really have is a romantic wasteland where the foids have all been taught to hate the boys and the boys are trapped in a cycle of cold-blooded minmaxxing that makes them feel like reptilian sociopathic roboclowns when they actually succeed in obtaining sexual access to the foid herd. Like hyperpalatable junk food that tastes incredible but leaves you fundamentally unsatisfied due to the absence of anything recognisable as nutrition, the "sexual marketplace" is denuded of the actual romance that men yearn for.
Malfoid resonates so strongly because she represents the possibility of romance within the wasteland. She hates Potter, she can't stop thinking about him, she hounds him relentlessly. Potter is clueless, he thinks she really does hate him, not realizing she's subjecting him to the mother of all shit tests as she works through a turbulent, contradictory ball of emotional snakes born of impossibly high aristocratic standards, indoctrination to hate Potter and everything he represents, and a hidden fascination that she can't admit to herself yet cannot shake. Malfoid, the Bad Girl, is every girl, because the girls have been miseducated to be bad at being girls - competitive and antagonistic, driving away that which they most desire by attacking, mocking, humiliating, and undermining it, rendering themselves and everyone around them pointlessly miserable due to their misplaced loyalty to the dead hand of a death cult whose every promise is a lie born of hatred for them and for the people they truly love. Twisted and painful as this tsundere romance is, it is the only kind of romance that is possible, even in principle, within the wasteland. This gives Malfoid a powerful erotic charge that has nothing to do with "sex"; the story is entirely PG-13, but hit the pornographically jaded chuds between the eyes like a 2x4.
Writers looking to rebuild literary culture should ponder this. Romance is the most conspicuously missing element of life in the 21st century.
like working out a puzzle in a beautiful field to get something even better rather than trying to read a rocket manual while the whole ship is rotating in chaos and the whole thing is in an obscure ancient language. they’re like simply grab the kāyāvalambana and steer hard left
Me going outside after scrolling hours of Malfoid edits and being filled with a renewed sense of hope, joy, and yearning instead of doomerism about the world:
Weimar’s actually inspiring to me in that it was the rowdy wet market for every odd ideology & faction, & even after one took power there the others all took off & influenced everywhere & everything else—& not just politically (eg also from psychology to entertainment)—for better or worse. Many people used “Weimar” under peak woke as polemic for how social disruption is per se bad, & how more moral regulation’s needed, & imo it actually shows that even absurdly chaotic levels of instability & amorality can be productive, & as we know even absurdly stifling levels of stability & moralism are frequently seen as too unstable & amoral. Again perhaps many of these tendencies aren’t great, but at least it was pretty much all innovative & energetic. If only we had mafia power vacuum arenas today…
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When you made canons in the old days, you would for each canon produce an iron bar of the same metal. To test the quality of it a serious man would hit the bar with a special-made 21 kilogramme sledgehammer. The iron had to survive 15 hits in order to be deemed acceptable.