Vox has a piece here on the psychological wreckage of the SciFi SJWs:
They really are mentally ill, self-hating nutcases. I’ve said for years that the SJWs of science fiction are a vast collection of human wreckage. That’s why their parasitical books are so dreadful, devoid of all beauty, joy, truth, and love, and from a literary perspective, amount to little more than fingerpainting in fecal matter. They are morally blind, mentally weak societal cancers. One would pity them if only they did not attempt to recreate the world in their ugly, soul-shattered image.
They have many reasons to dislike me, but they main reason they hate and fear me is because, in my self-assurance, I remind them of the bullies who scarred them for life. And here is the conclusive proof that I was right: 100+ Sci-Fi & Fantasy Authors Blog About Suicide, Depression, PTSD—a #HoldOnToTheLight Update by Gail Z. Martin
The question is, who wants their malleable kid’s mind being molded by the written ravings of people who literally describe their almost weekly psychological meltdowns as level-ten-break-things-and-their-own-bodies. I would seriously fear mental illness by osmosis, just by having a book by such a nutcase within close proximity to my kids. I wouldn’t let them see the cover art, let alone allow them to read it.
You should read the whole thing. Familiarity with this psychology is a prerequisite for living life happily. You will not just see it in SciFi Fandom. It is at work, at the bar, at the gym, and if you are unlucky even closer. You need to understand it so you can hate it freely. That hate will free you to treat it appropriately, and not feel bad for doing so. It deserves what happens when you encounter it, and callously look out for yourself, as you must, for if you don’t it will eat you alive and sabotage your success to assuage its insecurity.
There is debate in the comments over whether they were bullied or bullies. Most such characters end up both, IMO. I never met a bully who wasn’t bullied himself and of the insecure, mentally damaged, SJW mold. Bullies bully because they have to, to assuage their insecurity. That insecurity comes from having been bullied, and never having fought back. I’m sure their days are filled with, “If only I had done this or that” followed by the realization they didn’t, and just took the humiliation. Eventually, it is just too much to bear. The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant will only die once.
Once the insecurity is there the braver ones find weaker victims, because they, like the r-strategist, need that easy win. Where they can’t find an easy win, or are too afraid to even seek that, they will try to turn the group on you. That is pretty much the lowest of the bullies, though. To my eye, the whole SFWA incident proved Scalzi to be one of those bullies, which I view as the bottom of the bully barrel – too cowardly to even bully all by themselves. That was all insecurity, and had Vox gotten elected President, you can bet Scalzi, just like any r-strategist would have fled the SFWA just as he will ultimately flee the Hugos, with some pronouncement that the institution is not important to him anymore, or he is leaving because of principle, etc.
In my sophomore year of high school, I can remember in gym class getting aggressively bumped from behind by somebody who walked into me as they passed by. I turned around eagerly, to see what upperclassman I was about to escalate the incident to the physical level with, only to see a smaller freshman who had apparently accidently done it. As I looked quizzically, he muttered angrily “Watch where you’re going!,” as if I had done it – and I’d better watch out or he’d tune me up right there. I was so amused at his moxie I ended up friends with the kid later on. I had nothing to prove, and no insecurity to assuage, so it was just a funny kid with big balls, and I liked it.
If I had been insecure, that would have immediately triggered my amygdala, and seeing his size I would have moved in to assure myself I really wasn’t the pussy I feared I was.
There really is a dividing line in humanity, and it mostly encompasses all of the virtues. Bravery, compassion, empathy, fearlessness, confidence, selflessness, and every other virtue all seem to either bloom or whither all at once. Recognize that, and then give the other side all that it deserves.
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High IQ and depression are correlated, and so I and other bookish types I know are often depressed and take a blackened view of things, yet I have never felt close to what Camille Paglia described as the “moldy vegetable drawer of neuroses.” I don’t know why middling IQ six-fi types with mental illnesses insist on being such enormous vaginas.
Mentally ill men used to be awesome, like Hemingway.
Man was designed to be tested. I think high IQ’s are not so much depressed, as lacking in the dangerous challenge and purpose they were designed for. Let the great battle happen, fall into the right place in a critical spot in the thick of it, and use your IQ to really kick ass, and I bet that depression would melt away. Get trapped in a cubicle where each day looks like the last, and yeah, that is depressing.
I think middling IQ’s are challenged by banalities, so they don’t need the additional difficulty.
There’s also a special bundle of insecurities people can get when they’re high but not that high IQ.
120 places one at the bottom of the top 10 percent. Smart enough to stand a decent chance of being the smartest person in the room at a small party that doesn’t select for intelligence. Not smart enough to be respected among other smart people, though.