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Michel Houellebecq explains sexual poverty :marseylouisiana:

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George Orwell wrote something similar about how the lowest class in society is always exclusively male and celibate, and women never fall to that level of destitution.

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George Orwell also predicted that the word "socialism" in the west was being hjacked by sexual degenerates

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>implying it was ever anything else

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It will be seen from these figures that at the charity level men outnumber women by something like ten to one. The cause is presumably that unemployment affects women less than men; also that any presentable woman can, in the last resort, attach herself to some man. The result, for a tramp, is that he is condemned to perpetual celibacy. For of course it goes without saying that if a tramp finds no women at his own level, those above - even a very little above - are as far out of reach as the moon. The reasons are not worth discussing, but there is little doubt that women never, or hardly ever, condescend to men who are much poorer than themselves.

A tramp, therefore, is a celibate from the moment when he takes to the road. He is absolutely without hope of getting a wife, a mistress, or any kind of woman except β€” very rarely, when he can raise a few shillings β€” a prostitute...

The sexual impulse, not to put it any higher, is a fundamental impulse, and starvation of it can be almost as demoralizing as physical hunger. The evil of poverty is not so much that it makes a man suffer as that it rots him physically and spiritually. And there can be no doubt that sexual starvation contributes to this rotting process. Cut off from the whole race of women, a tramp feels himself degraded to the rank of a cripple or a lunatic. No humiliation could do more damage to a man's self-respect.

― George Orwell, Down and Out in Paris and London

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There's a good argument most of Extension du domaine de la lutte is satirical and you're not meant to actually take Tisserands braincel manifesto seriously.

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I once read a interviene Houellebecq gave to some french journal...He said that he actually agrees with Tisserands but since he Is personally winning both the economic and sexual fight he doesn't care enough and just vote neoliberal president like Macron https://media.giphy.com/media/CAYVZA5NRb529kKQUc/giphy.webp

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Then he shouldn't have written Tisserand as such an all-around miserable loser.

Just the idea that Tisserand is, in his own mind, a "victor" in the economic dimension is counteracted so heavily by the rest of the book and the descriptions of his actual work life that it's clear you can't take him as a reliable narrator.

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How does Tisserand being an r-slured :marseyretard: loser :marsey4chan: preclude Michelle :marseysouthernbelle2: from identifying with him?

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Lmao that Tisserand guy just got called a virgin by Houellebecq. This is better than the Drake/Lamar feud.

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He's a fictional character. :marseyclueless:

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Nah he's a real guy, he has a YouTube channel where he plays the bongos.

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I mean he has a point but he writes like a loser. Assuming a world where women and men had immediate access to any sexual partner in the world and unlimited time, the end result would be one guy with five billion hookups and every other man would be an incel

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Sweet wind, beauty too delicate to hear
She softly speaks among whispering leaves
Silent but strikingly turning my ear
To shooting stars' songs, her summer night breeze

Dark horizon, beauty beyond my sight
Nature at night, so serene in her freeze
Icicles cry as her fires alight
Dance in the sky with her elegant ease

Wild she-wolf, beauty unleashed and unknown
Who howls along sounds of the fallen tree
Witnessing wildflowers blooming alone
What only she hears, should only she see

Her radiance belies my screen
My muted muse, the Drama Queen

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