Friday, June 26, 2015

Malinvestment in Women

The productive economy is not a zero-sum game: one man working alone can build a shelter; two men working together can build two, each better than they would have been managed on their own. The essence of the market is cooperation. Competition is incidental: it serves more of a motivational purpose than a strictly productive one. As leftists everywhere like to point out as justification for their harebrained central-planning schemes, competition can be considered a sort of inefficiency. From a strictly academic standpoint, scarce resources are better spent learning from and helping each other than by trying to win a contest for its own sake.
So it is with sexual competition. As anyone remotely familiar with the theory of natural selection knows, reproduction is the ultimate goal of any living thing, and so it’s natural that we direct a lot of resources towards getting the best possible sexual deal.
But like any competition, it’s a game unto itself, a tautology. The fight for the best mate yields nothing more than an improving capacity, over the generations, of finding an even better mate (and even that being subject to the whims of that infamous bitch, Fate). It says little about the ability of a species to survive and thrive in other ways. Mankind is a lot better off having made an effort towards taming nature than it would have been by simply beating each other to death over the best mate.
So there is a point of diminishing returns in resources invested into direct sexual competition, and that point isn’t just some theoretical curiosity – it is one of the crucial behaviors that separate us from other individual animals (as opposed to hive animals) who do a bare minimum to survive and then spend the rest of their time lounging about or fighting over mates. Humans, and human males in particular, have found a different way of increasing their attractiveness, a way that has incredibly positive externalities: increasing their command over scarce resources by being productive. Being industrious as bees, adventurous as cats, and smarter than either of them is how mankind became as dominant as it is today.
So my contention is that there is such a thing as malinvestment in sexual competition. Sure it’s healthy to spend time and money trying to woo the best girl you have a chance to get, but one has to keep the ROI in mind. As in the “conventional” economy, building ten thousand homes when you can only sell one thousand profitably may be impressive – look at all those shiny new buildings! – but it’s also pointless. Worse, it bid up the price of resources that would have been better used elsewhere.
So it is in the sexual marketplace. Resources that could have been spent on other things – certainly a portion of it would have been used to build capital – are spent trying to grab and keep the best woman. And much worse, it tells women that they are special snowflakes; that they don’t need to work on being faithful or industrious or good mothers: just look pretty and they’ll come.
I haven’t doubled down on reading Sex and Culture yet, but it seems to me that this reasoning is in accordance with the findings in the book. Of course, being an apparent ignoramus on economic matters and focusing instead on psychoanalytical masturbation, J.D. Unwin came up with the most amusing excuses for why societies where women were sexually freer tended to be less prosperous and/or expansive. It’s the economy, stupid!
It certainly fits with what I see in Brazil versus what I sense to be the reality in developed societies. Brazilian men are like gluttonous donkeys running after carrots on sticks when it comes to women. I’ve literally been told that “I can’t be like that” when I said that chasing after women is too costly, while the rewards are uncertain and likely ephemeral. Of course I damn well can be like that, and if other men were like that as well, Brazilian women just might be a bit humbler and less bitchy – plus the men might start getting their shit together instead of goofing around trying to look badass.