Attraction isn’t the point anymore.
Material escape is.
Alienation doesn’t just hollow out labor; it hollows out intimacy. We treat partners the way we treat jobs: “What can this give me?”
Sexual identity gets folded into lifestyle branding. Narrative pivots replace self-knowledge.
Marx’s prediction wasn’t poetic: When everything becomes a commodity, eventually the person does too.
We deserve relationships built on reciprocity, not survival panic
I overheard three women talking about dating on break. One said she’s dating men again, but only if the man can provide the lifestyle she wants: a farm, no job, no stress.
This is what romance looks like under capitalism.
When survival is tied to wages, relationships become economic negotiations:
safety traded for youth
comfort traded for attention
lifestyle traded for companionship
It’s easier to say “my neurodivergence won’t let me” than “I don’t feel like doing that.” It’s easier to blame “trauma” than admit “I struggle with boundaries.”
Not every preference needs a pathology.
Not every awkward moment is abuse.
Sometimes you’re just human and that’s okay.
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I’ve been noticing something lately:
Every minor social inconvenience gets medicalized.
A harmless joke becomes “gaslighting.”
Awkwardness becomes “autism.”
Any childhood discomfort becomes “trauma.”
These are clinical terms meant to describe real diagnoses and real suffering. When everyone uses them casually, the language loses meaning — and the people who actually need those words lose support.
Camus never said, “Life is meaningless, so give up.”
His answer was: “Life is meaningless, so live anyway. Defiantly.”
Life is absurd and that’s the starting point, not the conclusion.
We can still build meaning, even if it’s temporary and personal.
In fact, that may be the only honest way to live.
Camus offered a different response: Not despair. Not retreat into comforting fictions (religious or nihilistic).
But rebellion: the choice to live, create, love, and act without needing cosmic permission.
This is not nihilism.
Nihilism doesn’t replace meaning with a darker, edgier meaning.
It accepts that there is no final answer, and refuses to lie about it.
In this community, the old religious structure was simply inverted: “Life has meaning because of God” → “Life has no meaning, therefore death is the only truth.”
Same structure. Same certainty. Just inverted and bleak.