“I don’t know what I’m on… now, baby, it’s all gone…”

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In response to my previous post, long time reader and valued GenX compatriot JD wrote:

A♠,

To women, some kinds of men (or more directly, some kinds of experiences) are also ‘recreational drugs’, and the current relationship arc is to use them as such and everybody else is basically ‘methadone’ for when it’s time to get off them.

The fabled ‘Carousel’ is a drug spree in a biological sense. When you’ve seen the dead look in the eyes of your former ‘girl next door’ Muse, or an ex-girlfriend … or horror of horrors, a daughter … it’s little different than the numbness in any addict’s eyes.

And methadone isn’t a cure. There is no cure. She can fall off the wagon at any time.

Traditional marriage was like the gold standard – even the lowest peasant received his wages in the money of kings. His reward was paid up front – he got a woman in her prime. The entire society was structured so this fool could be in love, and make all the sacrifices fools in love make, and actually win from it. He had a future to aspire to and a woman who bonded to him and helped him get there.

But we all know how that ended up. That future is canceled for most men before they’re even fully developed. No wonder they ‘power down’ these days … or go the other way and pile up money and status as high as possible. The only ways men have freedom anymore is either have literally nothing to lose or enough to speak freely without losing everything.

As for women as a drug, well … to torture Donne, no man is an island because every man has a peninsula lol. The drugs are laced and the candy has random razor blades in it but they’re a habit we aren’t designed to kick. Most of the misery in mens’ lives is that we are forced to be stronger than we ever aspired to be. One way or another there’s a dragon and it refuses to slay itself.

As Jordan Peterson said, we only get to choose which poison we drink. – JD

 

 

While the comment is excellent in its totality (unsurprising, considering JD’s oeuvre) I strongly (though respectfully, no doubt) disagree with this particular passage:

 

“To women, some kinds of men (or more directly, some kinds of experiences) are also ‘recreational drugs’…”

 

and his exemplification of it with the [Cock] Carousel.

 

 

 

I confess the cause of this may be my poor word choices of “To women…” and “To men…” when it should’ve been “For women…” and “For men…” in the original post, as what the individual man or woman believes is utterly irrelevant.

 

What biology compels (hence “for”) is the paramount drive.

 

Additionally, my quibble may seem pedantic.

 

However, I believe it to be a small yet crucial distinction.

 

I assert:

 

Men are never ‘recreational drugs’ for women.

 

Instead, they are abused or misused prescription drugs for specific, biological conditions.

 

In brief:

 

They [men] are prescribed drugs used recreationally.

 

Like reaching in grandma’s pill-organizer or her sister’s purse and snatching a handful of pharmaceuticals for chemical entertainment, a woman takes a facilitator of female wellness and – by foolhardy misuse – makes it anything but such.

 

 

 

Now, the spirit of what JD wrote coincides with my hypothesis, certainly.

 

Still, I felt it necessary to clarify, as those things he mentioned are – to my mind – proofs of my suspicions, rather than evidence to the contrary.

 

‘Sphere legend Deti explains my meaning flawlessly in a comment on the same post:

This is a great analogy. And apt.

Women need to take medicines. Or, at the very least, it’s a very, very good idea that they take properly prescribed medicine, as directed.

Women need that medicine. They must have it. If they do not receive and take properly prescribed medicine as directed, they will do quite poorly. They will not “die”, at least not right away. But they will not “live” as long.

And we have women abusing “medicine” (men). Most of the time they don’t take the proper prescriptions, instead overdosing on self-prescribed (men) drugs that don’t work for them [The Cock Carousel – A♠]. Or, they get a proper prescription (man), but do not take it (him) as directed. Instead they waste the medicine or do not take it at all.

 

 

 

Told by society at large that everything in her medicine cabinet is the same and only good for a high or low or a twist ’round the bend:

 

It’s no surprise she ignores the labels/warnings on the bottles.

 

No matter how large the print.

 

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