My comment on Gab:
Up through the 1980s, nobody praised “the ass.” The ideal woman was male-gazed holistically. Sure, we’d check out a cute tail since time began but it was an extension of good legs, and anything larger than a sweet tight rump on a slender chick was [considered] fat. That’s our nature. White women will ask “does this make my butt look big” until the end of time.
Another person replied with a screenshot from a forum. The text in that image was written by someone who claims to have worked with the U.S. government on developing propaganda to Africanize male preferences in women. Real or fake, it’s plausible:
I was a part of an effort by U.S. intelligence going back to the late 1980s to target Brazil for preliminary experimental efforts. Again, the goal was the commodification of identity to replace traditional identity constructs and the creation of a neo-homogeneous population. The racial integrationist aspect has been largely successful. The white-identifying Brazil of the mid-twentieth century was by the 2010s majority non-white, not due to demographic change but due to biological racial integration and identity reconstruction.
My work specifically had to do with commodifying “femininity” or “female beauty,” so as to undermine tradition, culturally specific, white-centric ideas of female beauty and to replace the with racially non-specific, commodified forms of female beauty. This would both fuel the process of racial integration, furthering the goals both of U.S. intelligence and the cosmetics industry, for whom I worked. The campaign involved reducing female beauty to a set of non-racial, easily definable characteristics: the breasts and the buttocks. The “big booty” trend in Brazil makes beauty an acquirable trait rather than something “natural.” Women of color who would have been excluded from social beauty can now acquire it by simply acquiring the right traits, for purchase through the cosmetics industry. Thus, women of color have a higher likelihood of being found attractive, and racial integration is also advanced.
Two things are covered in that disclosure, and one feeds onto the other:
1. “The Swamp,” or the long-running efforts of Western intelligence agencies to create a global monoculture centered on the consumption of commercial products.
2. “The Buttocks,” or an element of psychological warfare to commodify sex down to economically exploitable standards of erotic appeal.
I don’t know enough about Brazil to confirm or refute those claims of successful racial integration there. To my understanding, that country has different dynamics by class and geography than in the United States, but race isn’t trivial. But if in fact Brazilians have mixed freely in recent decades, there is a question: is that the default future of Europe, North America and Australia?
Well, national identities in the western hemisphere are less deeply rooted than European national identities. And there is something else in play: Latin American civilization is different than Western.
Brazil was founded by Portuguese adventurers who took Amerindian and Mulatta women as wives. For Latins, the conquistador history precludes any stigma of defeat associated with amalgamation. So if indeed a more fluid racial identity has evolved in Brazil, that continent’s tradition of White sexual imperialism is at the root of that transformation.
But in the West, racial intermarriage carries two stigmas: one, Americans’ disgust with Blacks that dates back to the colonial times and on through today’s racial tragedies and melodramas. And two: in the West, it’s the women who mix. Yes, statistically it’s a more complicated picture but in popular perception, White men are the losers in this game. When talk of mixing comes up, we’re not the conquistadores — it’s our women who are the mudsharks. And in Europe, mixing is a consequence of the Islamic invasion.
Western history makes for a different reproductive habitat than in Latin America. If the Swamp and its partners in the cosmetics industry had, as is claimed, successfully propagandized a more inclusive racial identity in Brazil, in the West that propaganda falls on rocky soil. Miscegenation has been pushed on Americans in thermonuclear media blasts since the end of the Cold War, and the observable return on that investment is paltry. Here and in Europe, miscegenation is the province of the defective and the abandoned.
(One exception is American men — especially military service members who had been stationed in the Pacific — marrying East Asian women, a dynamic that’s similar to the Portuguese and Spaniards in their colonies.)
Therefore, I expect Western nations to bend a bit more, and then either break under the load of neoliberalism — or vomit out the replacement populations. If you’re an American over the age of forty, you remember the genteel tolerance of the Reagan era. That was then. The air itself today feels like a compressed spring.
As to the confession about the Swamp propagandizing steatopygia — the ass-centrism in pop (poop?) culture is obvious, and that stuff rubs off on the impressionable. We’ve all heard White guys claim to prefer big butts. Some do like ’em bigger, of course, though within healthy White norms. But for the most part, I doubt their sincerity. Here is what they’re doing:
- Parroting the meme to display the correct attitude
- Dumpster-divers rationalizing their limited options with women
- “Ah can handle dat black booteh!” whigger muhdikking
They lack perspective. With so many females on the obesity-thottery spectrum, a lot of the younger men have never seen a real woman. I won’t post the images, so look up any nude photo of an attractive White actress in a film from before the 1990s. She doesn’t have to be a knockout, either. The harmonious whole of her naked frame, with a bush and natural breasts, her face bright with something beyond-physical you can connect with.
There is higher beauty after sex: the perpetuation of one’s blood and ways, which every White man sees in the faces of White children. That’s why the instincts of reproduction and protectiveness are stronger than individual self-preservation. But I suppose there’s also the “racially non-specific, commodified forms of female beauty.”
Stephen King wrote a short story in which a super-genius discovers a chemical that reduces aggression in all living things. He recognizes its potential for bringing about world peace, so he and his brother (the narrator) mass-produce and disperse that chemical over the entire planet, and at first, it works spectacularly — hostilities end worldwide. Too late, however, they figure out why the chemical works the way it does: it causes dementia. The story ends with accounts of a dying humanity, as the narrator’s prose devolves to babble.
“I longed to abolish the difference between what is high and what is low
to humanity disgustingly diverse I longed to give one shape
I ceased not in my efforts to level mankind.”