The colonies were paradise until White women showed up.
That’s what all the Old Hands said in the 19th century, and if you think about it for a second, it’s obvious. Going East of Suez was more or less a life sentence. Retiring to a nice country house back in dear old Blighty was the standard-issue dream, but it almost never came true — and everyone knew it. You went to India knowing you’d die there — You went, so your brothers wouldn’t have to. Life in those circumstances, surrounded by likeminded men, is a blast. Ask anyone who has spent time in a war zone.
But, of course, the Raj wasn’t a war zone for long. The Mutiny took care of that, so much so that guys actually started coming home at the end of their tours. Word leaked out about how the Ruling Caste lived over there, and all of a sudden Calcutta harbor was home to “the fishing fleet,” the boatloads of single girls that arrived each spring determined to snag themselves a husband. Think about that for a second — take the kind of girl who doesn’t have the looks or connections to get married back home, then plop her down in a situation where she’s the only White woman in a thousand miles. Give her an army of servants, a basically unlimited budget, and the whole power of the State enforcing her whims. Is it any wonder social relations got so awful so quickly? The burra memsahib was a staple of Imperial fiction for a reason.
Social Media has created an entire generation of burra memsahibs right here at home. As the Z Man puts it, “The propaganda machine has weaponized unattached females, turning them into enforcers of the orthodoxy.” Is there any wonder our social relations are so comprehensively fucked?
Short of banning Facebook, Twitter, and all the rest — which ain’t gonna happen — the only way to de-weaponize unattached females is to attach them. But not just attach them — the fishing trawler who made all the subalterns in the regiment squirm when she was single, after all, made them crawl when she finally deigned to marry the crusty old colonel. We need to reimpose Patriarchy, stat.
That’s essentially what “Game” is. The essence of it, I’m told, is “amused mastery.” Act like Rhett Butler, the theory is, and you’ll score like Rhett Butler. Worry about the morality of it later. Our society is flatlining — stop the bleeding first.
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