PSY and the New Patriarchy

I will refrain from detailing the precise meaning behind what I will cal PSY's New Patriarchy. On the one hand, I am unfamiliar with South Korean culture, I do not know whether feminism ever reached there, or, if it did, whether it had the same chilling effect on overt masculinity that it has in the U.S. But, regardless, I would attribute, in part, PSY's success, to the degree with which he revives the West's recently-overthrown patriarchy. In his new video, Gentlman, Psy is not a gentleman. He is a rude asshole. And, we should celebrate that. For, those of us who have suffered under the legacy of feminism will know that there is no benefit to being a gentlman. Women are not looking for gentlmen. They are looking for assholes. When they say that they are looking for gentlemen, they mean that they are want to find a guy who appears to be an asshole on the outside (and to everybody else, actually) but who is a "gentlman" at heart (in confidence with her). This duality of expectations means that, in practice, that you should act like an asshole to women in order to attract them. While this is the case, and it would do well for men to follow this method, such representations of masculinity as such are few and far between in U.S. media.

There have been several exceptions to this rule, a few of which I will here address. The AMC show "Mad Men" presents one such asshole/gentleman, Don Draper. Don's problem is that he is not a true asshole. He is  constrained by the morality of the Boomer generation.

Blah blah blah, basically it would do well for men to act more like Psy. And, psy's success can be attributed to his ability to project this ethos.

PSY's Gentleman Reaffirms the Right to Be Rude

The success of PSY's Gentleman is in part due to the death of the patriarchy in the west and his reaffirmation of our masculine fantasy. It is in fact time to stop being gentlemen. In fact, I would go so far as to say that it is time that the age-old prohibition against hitting women be lifted in the name of equality. Let's beat the shit out of them. For equality's sake. 

Breaking Point

I don't like considering the prospect, but literature, and psychopathology indicate that people can break. No one can be sure what their's is or where it is, but they can be sure that it is, that it does exist. I feel like, on nights like this, that I may be approaching my breaking point. I find my mind, dredged by insomnia, reaching some critical point, the breaking point. I do not look forward to this.

I Realize That Eventually I Will be Compelled to Defend my Negative Posts

To which, I respond, "I owe you no explanation." When did positivity become the only cultural trope? It definitely is not the only human emotion. I realize that being negative is not, on the whole, a positive direction to take society. But I do believe that honesty is, and that honesty, no matter the cost, will lead us to a greater happiness than we ever thought possible.

Understatement

That last post, the one revealing that I am depressed, was a gross understatement. The depression is but the title given to a deep and abiding loneliness that I feel. I just realized, as I was walking to this spot where I planned to write this post, that I would do anything to banish these feelings of loneliness. As I write this I feel a crushing loneliness, a loneliness that threatens to consume me from inside. The scary thing is it is only likely to get worse. We just covered a section in psychology that talked about social support groups and I realized that I do not have one. I had so many plans for how I was going to expand my social circle. What happened? I guess you could say there is still time. But I don't even remember what I was going to do. Join the college democrats. That hasn't really worked out.

What Else Is There To Say

I am a student. Living society's dictates to the 't.' But who really cares about all that, what matters is who I am. And I am an interesting and dynamic person. Moreso than I let on to most. Many people proably think me an eccentric, which I am, but that (though they don't care) is a little bit reductive. I am a shape shifter. I traverse social groups, albeit not very adeptly or adroitly, but with knowing tact and wisdom that belies my years. Most kids my age don't know how to handle me. They are too wrapped up in their own heads to comprehend mine. But mine is a magical carnival, a light show of the first order. If only they could see.

I am depressed

I guess I forgot to mention that. It is kind of important, it colors over my consciousness, it confounds my soul. (I don't believe in souls). So there's that.