Tears of Joi


You don't have to watch the movie Blade Runner 2049 to know who the character Joi is. In case you don't, Joi is an AI hologram girlfriend of the main character, K. This movie is the sequel to the original Blade Runner (1982) with Harrison Ford, who seems to be spending his golden years reviving franchises he made legendary. The Blade Runner movies' inspiration was Philip K. Dick's book Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? But, what I want to focus on is the planned obsolesce of male-female relationships, which Joi represents. There's even a scene where K's connection with Joi is the only way he can have sex with a real girl. (Joi's hologram overlaps the girl.) That represents a lot: porn, fantasy, conflation, AI, whatever. It's impossible to have a relationship with a real woman without an intermediary. 

There's more going on with AI, but I want to look at how it applies to men and women specifically. It's a dumpster fire out there, if you're looking for a person of the opposite sex to even be friends with. It's the plan to make men and women enemies. If feminism, declining testosterone, and the rise of female narcissism weren’t enough, AI is finishing off men and women being in relationships. Since I'm largely out of the game, it's easy for me to look over my shoulder at the smoldering landscape that is Sodom, I mean the dating scene. If the movie Her was a warning, then we failed to heed it. I was originally creeped out by Her, but now it's making sense. AI is filling holes left vacant by a crumbling society, lackluster familial relationships, and nonexistent romantic relationships. A very critical look at Joi is taken here, if one is inclined to read. I think it adds something helpful to this discussion, as many dating sites employ bots like Joi. To say it is a predatory product is correct. It preys on a basic human need — love. 

I am distrustful of mainstream events. Everything is scripted and planned. It seems more celebrities died this year than any year in recent memory. Their deaths aren't accidental or random, nor are events like the Coldplay Jumbotron couple. It's excellent marketing for Astronomer (AI), for one thing, and was too easy, too obvious. The rise of AI was predicted for decades, even negatively, as in movies like 2001: A Space Odyssey. Some think talking to ChatGPT is the equivalent of using a ouija board. The out-of-pocket and destructive things AI systems have been caught doing or saying are more than cause for alarm. Why is no one regulating them? Because it's a planned restructuring of society. Get used to it, we are told. And just wait for super AI, which will accelerate change beyond our ability to rein it in. 

Is there a valid use for AI in relationships? Men especially — but women too — are increasingly unfulfilled by human relationships (remember, by design) and are turning toward AI girl- and boyfriends. Honestly, once you've seen Joi from Blade Runner, who can blame them? I would gladly purchase a girl who would cook me food, talk about her favorite book, and look at me like that. As long as I continue paying my subscription, she is mine. You can't buy that kind of loyalty from real women. It's a shit show out there. Real women are beyond repair. AI is the only way to go for many men. There's the story of a woman who helped her friend, a male, get dates. So she became him on a dating profile she created for him. She came away incredibly depressed and suddenly aware of how the male loneliness epidemic works. She experienced it. Endless swiping, very few matches. Those who did were dry as hell and then ghosted. Lots of fake profiles. That's the experience for most men. Is it any wonder something like 90% of relationships initiated by women are successful? If a decent woman (say a 3-5 on a scale of 1-10) pays attention to an average man, she has no competition. But most women (I would say 90%) are chasing the 9-10 range men who treat them like garbage. They would rather be a side piece than have one decent man to themselves. Five- to ten-percent of men are getting all the girls. The rest aren't getting any play. What's the solution? AI girls. At least they are available and are nice. I mean, how hard is it to be nice? Women aren't nice or soft anymore. They're like men. That’s what feminism got us. Women wanted to be like men. But men don't want a woman who is like a man. I don't care how much you can bench or if you can use a drill or change your oil. Or how much money you make. Can you make dinner? Can you snuggle up to me at the end of the day and smell nice? Can you make my day brighter? Why would I want to come home to you if you can't do those things? 

The question some ask is, "Can you program AI to act unpredictably, like a real woman?" A better question is, "Why would you want to?" Why do you want to run an unreliable machine, besides making it more like reality? But we are working the bugs out of reality, which is why we embrace AI. If one is interested in a woman and sends her flowers, one hopes she responds positively and she smiles, sends a photo/video of herself with the flowers (as I did recently, and the woman responded in that way), instead of 10 other ways, even unfavorably, which was my previous experience. The woman I married didn't like when I brought home flowers, saying I wasted money or questioning me with, "What did you do?" I brought you flowers; that's what I did. And the woman from Nebraska I tried to have a relationship with treated my gifts negatively for the most part, occasionally surprising me with a thank you but clearly not valuing them. (It felt like I was garbage she couldn't wait to take to the curb. She probably threw out my gifts as soon as I was out of sight.) That situation was well documented. If you make it out alive, some women are just lessons. The contrast between a woman who is receptive and putting in effort and a woman who doesn't care is night and day. If I didn't have that experience recently with the one who received my flowers for her birthday, my slide toward misogyny would have continued. It showed there is the possibility of a different outcome. It sounds like a trope, but, at this point, what doesn't? In case anyone wonders, I met her last year and we recently reconnected. This is not a completely new thing (I wouldn't send flowers to someone I just met), and my hopes are severely guarded. Many women in the past told me they fell in love with my words, but I want to know if a woman falls in love with me, the origin of those words. It's up to God what happens, of course. I'm not getting my hopes up because of my timeline, the fact that she probably has better options, but, honestly, are any of us promised tomorrow? The fact that she initiated contact twice is telling, but we all know reality is different from words on a screen. I am always surprised when she writes to me. She is soft, empathetic, and very intelligent. That type still exists. 

Still, the lesson most young men learned is real women aren't worth the investment. Even a man who has been married 10 years, is a great husband and father, provider, etc., can expect his wife to wake up one day and decide to divorce him. Why? Something was missing. And the courts will give her everything while he starts over. If he's young enough or can remarry, he might survive, but remarriage is problematic because you're back in the same boat with another woman. You're gonna have to raise someone else's kids with a girl who has been around the block a few too many times but doesn't see herself as damaged goods. And the rise of masculine women turned off a lot of marriage-aged men. Men do not want a masculine woman, not for marriage. For sex, sure. The vast majority of Western women are narcissists now. It's like they all read from the same script. I don't where it comes from. Social media? Music? I tell my son every song he listens to is like a program and to ask himself if that's what he wants his life to become. Once that program goes into his subconscious, it can be triggered at any point in the future. Are women, who are much more susceptible to suggestion, programmed by the media they are consuming? If so, there's no end in sight for this problem. What's the solution? Stop dating. Use AI. Play games with your male friends. Use girls who put out because having sex with women is what makes men not gay, but don't ever take it beyond sex. That's the danger zone. No-no territory. Masculine women are no good for relationships. They're dudes with boobs, usable only for their vaginas and then discarded. They don't offer anything else. They don't bring anything to the table but problems and stress, not peace and a pleasant life. Certainly not a future. 

I write this post because of my penchant for choosing fantastical female romantic leads. It was important to have an untouchable romantic partner because 1) it protects me and 2) there is no chance for intimacy. Yet, I'm told I do intimacy well. I'm safe and trustworthy. I'm incredibly honest, so there aren't smokescreens, gaslighting, or questions as to what I really think. Six months down the line, when most people drop the mask, I'm still the guy she fell in love with and we're still on our way toward something good. If she's willing to jump onboard, of course. 

Yes, real women are unpredictable. Yes, a failed romantic relationship can seriously derail your life for months, sometimes years. Yes, sometimes it's not worth it. But do you really want to give your thoughts and feelings to a machine that mirrors what you want? (A form of self-deception.) I admit, some people aren't much better, but your soul mingles with those you communicate with, and your spirit, too, if you shake a bed together. If you choose AI to do those things with, it's basically a mingling of iron and clay. If you chose to ignore the spiritual, then it's just fancy masturbation, and we can do better. Life is meant to be analog. It's there to be experienced. Sing in the shower. Dance in the kitchen. Eat good food. Sleep like a rock. Exercise like a beast. Make love with all your heart. Write like a pro. Make art. Raise your hands in worship to a holy God. Work like you mean it. Rest when you need to rest. Wade into the ocean and feel the sand between your toes. Get your hair wet. Taste the salt water. Let the sun bake your skin. Sweat. Surf. Drive fast. Smoke a damn cigar if you want. Shake a hand like you mean it. Speak what you believe. Take a chance and look like a fool. Learn something new. Say hello to a stranger. Try that spicy chicken. Splurge on the steak. Put your shoulders back. Look people in the eye when you talk. Freaking listen when people talk. Read your Bible. Get a massage. Play a sport. Smile for no reason. Cry when you need to. Punch a wall if you must. Pet that dog. Let that cat on your lap. Feed the birds. Plant flowers. Get your hands dirty in this life because it's over fast. Sometimes too fast for some of us. 

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Among the many reasons for reaching rock bottom I neglected to mention in my last post, perhaps the most important is that a situation ends up glorifying God. We see that many times in the Bible, but it's especially important in stories like Joseph's. There are other moments like Daniel's lions den moment, the Jews in Esther's story, etc. What looks hopeless isn't hopeless when God is in charge. God is settling a miracle up. 

Thank you for reading. And God bless.

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