A lot of you were repelled by my post saying that downwardly mobile “dissident” men should marry girls with mental problems as a eugenic maneuver to produce non-compliant anti-bourgeois sons. I can’t convince all of you, but I’m going to elaborate on my basic thesis that much of young female “mental illness” is a hormonal reaction to postmodern hell.

As a handsome lumpenprole intellectual, I have extensive experience with mental illness in pretty young women, and I’m not talking out of my ass as an incel chud naively romanticizing “crazy bitches.” I briefly dated a smart college dropout who worked in fast paced night service. After a particularly raucous work night at the club, she went to the pet store and bought four ferrets. They lived with her for about four months until her dad threatened to stop helping her pay rent if she didn’t bring them back to the pound. This wasn’t insanity in her but actually a vitally sane need to care for something alive and real.

A little later I dated a bartender for a while who had a resoundingly healthy phobia of bureaucracy and “paperwork”. She had a violent panic attack at the prospect of her approaching “license renewal” and I had to take her to the hospital instead of the DMV since she slashed her thigh. She spent a month in the psych ward.

By normal standards these girls were “dysfunctional.” But by biological standards these girls were healthy and hormonally robust. There are really only two things that can keep a biologically healthy and fertile woman functional today - validation and ease. A life of ease is not available for any woman beneath the wealth class. Social media is one way for validation, but that is oversaturated, hypercompetitive and vulgar. Many pretty girls go into service work for these reasons though they won’t say so. They get to bartend half-naked and get tactfully flirted with (at best) or vulgarly accosted (at worst). But still, here at least there is something of the animal need for display. If she were working in sterile corporate office, she’d need copious amounts of birth control and anti-depressants to make up for the fact that she’s unseen in her all too brief flower.

The psycho-sociology of tattoos is very interesting, and I have studied it in much depth. Tattoos for women are a psychic “re-set”. She’s wearing new skin and can convince herself she’s back to “factory settings” with her hormones. Many girls are most pleasantly frivolous after a new tattoo. Of course, she still has to go to work in the junk car and pay rent on the molded apartment so these feelings don’t last long. Nonetheless the explosion in rates of tatted girls (for men, tattoos are still related to subcultures or men “mimicking” women) is basically a desperate attempt to preserve the biological imperatives of fertility in the face of a world of intolerable constriction and petty cares.

This is really what birth control and SSRIs are meant to do - make fertile women suppress their instincts for the sake of bourgeois productivity. If hormones are incompatible with modern life, then naturally the solution is to fuck them up. A lot of “conservatives” seem to understand this abstractly, but their solution of “family life” is hopelessly naive in the face of social reality. A young woman needs to waste her youth on money concerns and bureaucratic gibberish because young men have no wealth or social power. “Young family formation” is a pipedream for anyone in the middle and service classes.

All of this attests to the biological impossibility of healthy women caring about auto insurance, car repair, insurance premiums, zoom meetings, Google spreads, PowerPoints. A lot of the smart, fragile girls crash out of Uni with some kind of psychological crisis - sometimes the Prozac gets them through it. The things that healthy women really care about - pampering her dog, pretty pictures, wedding decor, getting piped, drawing, writing - these things all have to go on the backburner until she’s too old to value them with the necessary frivolity of youth. This is true even if she has a “boyfriend.” Middle- and working-class men have been psy-opped into thinking of all this modern crap through the lens of “partnership.” On the contrary all this bullshit shouldn’t even exist for her.

A girl in her twenties who develops BPD or some other dissociative disorder is desperately asserting “I will not become a homosexual man. I will not coarsen into a bourgeois drone.” She is holding out on the idea that there is a man somewhere taking care of all this crap even when there is no such man. The dissonance of her life of bills, commutes and petty bureaucratic obligations collides with her animal imperative for ease and sexual display. She can either smolder herself into a hyperrational “independent woman” or she can go berserk. Many women make the transition by force, but some cannot.

This is what I mean when I say that mental disorder for many pretty middle- and working-class girls is a latent aristocratic impulse. It’s actually evidence of genetic superiority. I’m not saying this is even close to all women. It’s a matter of breeding in some respects. Many girls have been bred for office labor over centuries of bourgeois supremacy and are genetically suited for the life of anti-erotic domesticity, suburban living and geriatric pregnancies. But more and more girls are cropping up in the tech age who resist it immensely (Nature is in fact revolting).

You’ll often find in these women that a lot of the psychological problems die down as they approach 30 and accept that they’re never going to be a “woman” in the true biological sense. They settle down with a non-embarrassing bf (could be anyone really). In the same way the narcissistic SYM accepts that he is not going to lead a revolution or become a Shelley and submits to the HR hag. Both of them surrender to the bourgeois life of routine, domesticity and bureaucratic engorgement. But these attachments are built on the gaping hole of lost youth - the true foundation for all bourgeois marriage today.

There is no way out for either young men or young women for the present. But the rejection of intolerable bourgeois life is noble in any measure. If you’re a man who has crashed out of bourgeois respectability (as I have) trying to gaslight some normie girl to be your “wife” is a nightmare, both genetically and practically. Instead, you ought to recognize that the girls who mirror your total incompatibility with the bourgeois world are the ones that world derides as “crazy.”