The Classical Greeks held that Beauty, Truth, and Goodness are the same thing — the Good is the True, which is the Beautiful.
The old cliche has it that by 50, you have the face you deserve.
Put ’em together, and you have one top shelf COPROP campaign.
It’s no accident that 95% of Liberals are ugly, and that the 5% who aren’t (Hollywood actors and whatnot), are degenerate freaks. Ugliness — physical, moral, and mental — is a logical outcome of Leftism’s premises, and it always has been.
Stripped of all its formidably dense pseudoscience, Marxism is just Utilitarianism elevated to a religion. Utilitarianism means “the greatest good for the greatest number.” Obviously the Plain Janes of both sexes far outnumber the truly attractive people. The valorization of physical attractiveness, then, causes way more pain to more people than it ameliorates. Therefore, physical attractiveness is counterrevolutionary, comrade.
Not only that, but the beauty industry — Big Lipstick, let’s call it — is one of those tools of hegemony Antonio Gramsci was always going on about. It’s impossible to achieve the proper revolutionary consciousness when you’re worried that Mao suits make your butt look big, and that’s just how Big Lipstick wants it. Same deal for working out and eating right — nobody does it just for the health benefits; if they did, they’d eventually stop talking about their fitness routine, and, of course, no one ever does. That, too, is a tool of social control, because it reinforces bourgeois values like “self-control.” So not only is physical attractiveness counterrevolutionary in itself, but so is wanting to appear more attractive than you are.
Last, there’s the fact that the Proletariat is…. well, not to put too fine a point on it, the Proletariat is disgusting. Factory workers aren’t the heroic, iron-jawed, muscle-bulging supermen of Communist propaganda. Real factory workers look like this:
Lefties knew it, too, even back then, which is why Theophile Gautier, one of the deans of art-for-art’s-sake, famously proclaimed that “the most useful place in the house is the toilet:”
There is nothing really beautiful save what is of no possible use. Everything useful is ugly, for it expresses a need, and man’s needs are low and disgusting, like his own poor, wretched nature. The most useful place in a house is the toilet.
Faced with that reality, the only thing to do is to make ugliness itself into a political statement, which Bolshevik women, to their… credit? I guess?… got going on right away:
That’s Nadezhda Krupskaya, Lenin’s main squeeze, and she’s actually not too hideous by Bolshevik standards.* Here’s Emma Goldman, rocking the true revolutionary intellectual look:
See what I mean? “Fat acceptance,” slutwalks, and all the rest of it follow naturally from Bolshie beliefs. If you accept — as a good little Dialectical Materialist must — that there’s nothing to human happiness but bread, shoes, and shit, ugliness — physical, moral, mental — becomes a good in itself. How could it be otherwise? Only truly useless things can be beautiful, and useless things, by definition, do not further The Revolution.
Too bad for the Bolshies that it’s in our nature to confuse the messenger with the message. I like to think of myself as an open-minded, tolerant man who takes things as they come, but holy jeeebus, I don’t care what Emma Goldman’s deal is — if she’s for it, I’m against it. I need bleach for my eyes.
We need to use that. It’s no coincidence that Ashley Judd and now Taylor Swift are spouting off about Progtard politics — they used to be cute; now they’re not. See what Social Justice does to you, ladies? Stay cute – vote Trump.
*Alas, nobody refers to Russian women who joined the Party as “bolshe-chicks,” but feel free to use it.