So we’re beginning the season of Easter, and I am trying to rejoice and be glad, and attend Mass. The problem is that I hate this life and wish I were dead: This life is not worth living. Americans live to work, and our society values nothing except work and material possessions. I had thought that I must work to support a family, but now I see that I must compete with women for the same jobs: It has become necessary for both sexes to work, leaving the children to be raised by strangers on behalf of the state (public school, etc). I won’t be working to support a family: I’ll be working because I’m a slave. This life is miserable and not worth living.
I mention competition with women because, as a man, I have been stripped of any way to affirm my masculinity. Now, to exist as a man means to not be a woman. Now women are doing everything men do, with the addition of bearing and breastfeeding children (although some women sacrifice either or both to work in the office). I had thought I might affirm my masculinity by providing for my family, but women now are required to – and desire to, and do do – precisely the same jobs, earning the same incomes, performing the same functions. So now men don’t work to support their families in a fatherly sense (because women do the same): Men work because they have no choice.
So Jesus rose from the dead? Great, now keep on keepin’ on for 1-25550 more days of nonsense before the Resurrection matters. How are we to rejoice when we have absolutely nothing physical worth rejoicing about? “You’ve got an incredible treasure in store for you in Switzerland! Now keep building our pyramids until you die.” Who cares about treasure in another country when it makes no difference to your life now? How are we to be happy when our happiness is away from us?