Via reader Red Eleven, a 1996 outtake of bluesy female singer Eva Cassidy cooing the song “Tall Trees in Georgia”, a somber folk tune about The Wall.
Tall trees in Georgia,
They grow so high
They shade me so
And sadly walking
Through the thicket I go
The sweetest love I ever had
I left aside
Because I did not want
To be any man’s bride
But now I’m older
And married I would be
I found my sweetheart
But he would not marry me
When I was younger
The boys all came around
But now I’m older
And they’ve all settled down
Control your mind my girl
And give your heart to one
For if you love all men
You’ll be surely left with none
Tall trees in Georgia,
They grow so high
They shade me so
And sadly walking
Through the thicket I go
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sniff. I’m all choked up like Boehner when his daughter first brought home her rasta boyfriend.
With rare exceptions, a song like “Tall Trees in Georgia”, about a woman’s precious few peak pulchritude years on this earth and the risks of riding the cock carousel, would not get recorded or promoted today.
Post-1990, female singers became strident, bitchy, and vengeful, rarely missing an opportunity to slip quasi-radfem and penis-resenting talking points in their lyrics. Before then, their songs’ themes were vulnerable, feminine, and filled with genuine affection for, and loving exasperation with, men.
Feminine women are unafraid to confront the realities of the sexual market. Their femininity and trust in the good of most men allows them the psychological room to be honest artists, telling it like it really is for women. Unfeminine women like we have today, full of sound and fury and marbled fat, are so enraged with their lot in life and with the men who, unsurprisingly, keep letting them down, that they have no psychological space left to explore themes and tell of experiences that might put them in an unflattering light. When you are a loser, or you feel like a loser, you struggle hard against admitting flaws in yourself and against inherent, immutable unfairness in “society” and in the human condition.
This, btw, is how you know the bravado of aggro sixth wave tankgrrls is a smelly crotch of shit. Bravado in women is especially off-putting, because everyone instinctively knows that this is a pose struck by bitter harpies who can’t afford even a tiny bit of introspection. When a feminist loser peers into the abyss, she gets sucked all the way down to the bottomless void.
So what happened around 1990? GenX and Millennials happened. That’s one thing. Another is that the dynamic of the sexual market changed. It turned coarser and sluttier (in proclamation if not in actual PIV) and more marriage-averse (age of first marriage for men and women has been steadily increasing for decades). CH has explored this theme many times in previous posts, but I’ll quickly summarize the working hypothesis:
When men are denied their deepest desire — sex and romance with a cute slender young woman — they become embittered and prone to dropping out.
When women are denied their deepest desire — romance and family with a strong, charming, admired man — they become embittered and prone to lashing out.
The sexual market we have today is one that, incredibly, manages to deny men and women both of their deepest desires. Men are deplored and effeminate, withdrawing to pron and Halo 19. Women are desperate and aggressively slutty, obese, and ill-mannered, withdrawing to tumblrrea and fifty shades of sadistic billionaire cock.
I expect this state of no affairs to reach a breaking point within the next five years, to be replaced by lucifer knows what, but probably something worse thanks to the added spice of open borders and the Randi Lee Harperization of American culture.
PS The stereotype is true: Southron women are earthier and more “real” than Northron women. The branches reaching skyward from Albion’s seed slung heavier in the South.