When the most beautiful women tend to go to the universities and the cities to chase the most successful men, their fertility is necessarily delayed. They are then lulled into complacency by an endless stream of adoration and awards even as their best days evaporate.
Meanwhile, a plain girl with no equivalent cascade of brain-hacking reward signals sooner cashes in her more clearly finite pile of chips and has a family. For some reason those girls who got pregnant in high school always seemed to be the chubby, ugly ones. With no line of admirers awaiting them, there was no reason to delay past the first male willing to rut with them. Their homeliness turned out to be the greatest fitness advantage in this upside-down modernity in perfect inverse to our primal desires.
Cities have always been gene-shredders, only made possible by the abundant fecundity of the countryside. When the prettiest women are carted en masse into these kill zones the society sacrifices them so they can grace the harems of the mandarin classes in sterile splendor for a short while.
For a woman who lives by her beauty, pregnancy is just an obstacle to her aims of securing adulation, power, and money from men. The game itself becomes untied from its biological objective of children.
How many jaw-dropping starlets have we seen end up barren because their very job is the appearance of eternal availability as a mate? The moment, she sports a baby bump, she’s never lusted after the same, that irresistible power over powerful men, that unrelenting dopamine surge never to return.
Actresses and entertainers are outliers, but there are millions of pretty young women who have much to gain by staying barren in the short term. Then some short terms later, their term is up, all the prizes they thought they had won but a vapor at midnight when the spell is broken. Then their bloodlines are lost to us forever, or at best below replacement as those species with unassuming dun-colored plumage endure.
Never do we seem to consider that beautiful women are some of the most valuable social capital of all. Just by existing, the group’s men are motivated to the heights of achievement and the best men from other tribes want to join in.
As with superiority in painting or sculpture, the prettiest women help establish legitimate rule over lesser peoples through dominant aesthetics.
Female beauty is not just ornamental but an inspiring force that backs the power of money to drive the massive gears of the economy as much as gold ever did.
Any serious society sees it worthwhile to select for female beauty, in sharp contrast to the present dysfunctional order that aggressively purges the prettiest from the gene pool.
Somehow, modern societies must actively perpetuate and grow their socio-sexual wealth.
Furthermore, society’s greatest rewards must be funneled to the most valuable men. A smart tribe in modern times makes sure to hook up successful inventors with supermodels and intuitively cockblocks charismatic charlatans.
The obvious methods of implementation rely on outright coercion but as I’ve pointed out, patriarchy is hard to restore in post-scarcity, post-agrarian, high-information conditions. Women are better at cooperation than men. From the telegraph onwards, instant communications meant male political hegemony was dead.
Many have noted the single great weakness of women, though, is their susceptibility to public opinion and custom. If the status system can be rigged, the sharia police can be saved a lot of effort.
The female imperative has some sense of indignation when it is being strategically diverted, as the feminist allegory, The Stepford Wives demonstrates, but against the right suggestive pressures they are as powerless to stop it as men are powerless to stop their own lust and sexual jealousy from being used against them.
Reclaiming male selection for female beauty relies on males’ ability to capitalize in turn on the foibles of the opposite sex in the information age while preferably limiting coercive strategies only to where they are most effective and necessary.
Failing that, humans will perhaps start to revert to a tournament species where a dozen dashing males fight for the attention of one drab female until the edifice of enabling technology finally collapses.