Some time ago I came across radical feminist literature from the 1970s or 1980s, in which it was claimed that we could now kill off all men, except for a few to maintain infrastructure because all the important inventions have been made, or something along those lines. I obviously do not condone killing off either one of the sexes. Furthermore, I am rather taken aback by such obvious ignorance. I did not think much about this, but I recently recalled it at a fitting moment.
For background, I should add that I am a proponent of automation. I find the technological aspects even more fascinating than philosophical ruminations that seem to be geared towards using the success of automation as yet another future failed attempt of socialism, this time in the form of universal basic income. The robots are taking all our jobs, we may as well just get paid for doing nothing, right, commies? On that note, there are two big groups that are drawn towards communism: women, and men who cannot compete. I leave reasoning about the female psyche and why it is drawn towards communism and an exuberant welfare state to you.
It is well established that women are more interested in people, while men are more interested in “things”. That is at least the popular messaging. It would be more correct to say that men are more interested in abstractions. This is directly relevant to our topic because if you can abstract a (repetitive) process and build a machine, you can replace a human being doing it. That is a level that seems to be hard to penetrate for women, no pun intended.
The inability of women to see beyond the concrete has often baffled me. One instance was when an ex-girlfriend and now also ex-wife asked me, while walking past a construction site, if building companies recruit workers locally. I chuckled and pointed her towards the containers on site, which are used for housing construction workers, many of them from abroad. At first she seemed embarrassed, but she quickly wanted to make the point that it can’t be the case that people would live there. Her argument was partly based on the fact that there were not all that many containers on site. Things slowly dawned on her when I pointed out to her that she is welcome to count the workers on site, and guess how many people are needed to physically construct a nondescript office building with a few storeys. Because she could not admit that she was wrong (or stupid), that did not go anywhere.
I had a similar encounter when I recently came across a video online showing two manufacturing robots in a sword fight. Maybe you have seen it. It is this one:
In case you don’t know it, ABB is one of the world’s leading manufacturers for industrial robots. Those robot arms are mainly used in assembly lines, for instance in the automotive industry. As you can see, the precision of those two robot arms is breathtaking. The two arms are choreographed so well that the tips of the swords stay in contact while they perform non-mirrored movements. I thought this was really impressive, and I thought about the enormous effort that had to be undertaken for this demo. The woman I sent that video to, whom I expected to find this at least noteworthy, was anything but impressed. Her reply was quick: “I watched this for 30 seconds now and all I can think of is, ‘What’s the point?'”
Not to bash that young woman unduly, but I find it quite shocking that there can be someone looking at a marvel of technology, shrug her shoulders and say, “What’s the big deal?” As a guy, you are probably in awe. Certainly, when I think of technology, I am in awe, and the more I understand it, the more in awe I am. There is so much around us that is absolutely incredible. Today, you have a supercomputer in your pocket, and what does the typical female do with it? Take a never-ending sequence of selfies. As I guy, I look at it and appreciate how far we have come in such a short amount of time.
When you talk to a young woman about technology, you get the impression that they think all of it as simply being there. It’s similar to the old joke about where the milk comes from — the supermarket. Similarly, electricity comes out of the power socket. For the modern female, and most certainly also for plenty of feminized men, iPhones come from the Apple store, ignoring the superhuman engineering and logistical challenges that had to be overcome, just so that your average Stacey can photoshop her pictures and put them on Instagram.
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