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Don’t trust the bitch ii.8

On sexual competition

One night, Chloe brings another one of her endless slaves home, but she is mildly inconvenienced. June & Mark are watching some dating contest show. Chloe points out: Find some date, stop looking at fixed dates. June retorts: Easier said than done. Chloe: Tell me about it, you know my scorched-earth policy! She only has sex with guys once. Tonight’s candidate says they have already had sex, which promptly gets him thrown out. The girls are competing over men with whom they have not yet had sex, so to speak.

Chloe takes June out to meet guys. June uses her silly judgment to awful effect, up until some guy make a moral remark, which finally offers June a chance to be friendly. Before she can accept his offer of a drink, Chloe has already jumped him. This turns out to require James’s arbitration, as the world often does, who is haunted by the failure of his dating show in some European country.

James’s game makes the girls compete, which was inevitable, because Chloe wants what people want, not what is available, but it forbids sex, so Chloe’s interest & advantage are severely restrained. This may be called a level playing field. So level that James jumps at the chance of introducing Robin – or Diversity, as he calls her – into the mix.

James introduces insane rules into an otherwise straightforward competition conduct in full view of the viewing public, for their money, applause, & approval. One rule leads to the revelation that Mark loves June. June disregards that, soldiering on in James’s cause. Another paints the girls as accessories to kidnapping the guy’s most beloved relative – a woman of sense. Maybe people agree to far too much. Maybe the proper audience of such shows is the police.

James has the girls first describe their ideal date. June decides for the pastoral, Chloe the devilish. He forces each to have what the other wanted. This ruins it for both. Maybe only similar, not to say equals, can compete in such a world. He then allows them various ways of ruining each other’s dates. As if the world was not trouble enough, now thinking about the pleasures of companionship is ruined by new fears.

Maybe clubs are a terrible dating scene. Shows are even worse. They destroy judgment & replace the constraints of public opinion by the publicized private fantasies of lurid audiences. This destroys the possibility of a reasonable choice. Education, jobs, & lust have segregated society – separated the generations that naturally come together in most associations, from family to politics. This allows democratic women to dream of love without paying a terrible price. But it teaches nothing about attraction or attachment.