Aging Disgracefully
When 80 looks like 35, it's revolting, not revolutionary
We have reached a peak upon which a fine point was made with the Epstein files, those deep pits of child torture where it was made perfectly clear that the upper class is sociopathic to the extreme. Epstein and his banker, scientist, and celebrity pals made the Patrick Bateman character of American Psycho (with his rats and cheese) look like a rank amateur. At least Bret Easton Ellis’s novel’s serial killer protagonist victimized grown women! Epstein and his gang liked them very, very young — fresh out of the womb young, if the emails are to be at all believed.
For more than a hundred years, patriarchy’s main flex has been to terrify women into hating the natural aging process and rob them of their power by villifying the crone into submission. The System behind this theft is run by a vile Tribe of intergenerational pedophiles who worship the inverted Sepiroth, also known as the Tree of Death. This System is currently in the slow process of dying, though sadly it will likely still be in power long after I or anyone reading this is dead. These death-worshippers and eaters run mainstream media. They populate every news channel. They make psyops such as the recent hantavirus cruise ship furore in order to disguise their failures (in the cruise ship’s case, it was the arrest of a pedo porn ring at the same time on a Disney cruise liner) and to wage war upon those whom they hate most, which is pretty much everyone except their elite club. I have yet to be sold on them being an alien lizard race — I think normal humans can commit absolute atrocities without any extraterrestrial enhancements, thank you very much — but I might get there someday. Jeffrey Epstein apparently ate infants and was addicted to “jerky” made out of children. Every celebrity he brought on his planes or who hung out with him in his various blackmail farms and ranches knew. That makes them guilty by association, and it seems that association was the least of their complicity in his crimes.
The ideal woman, for the longest time, has been a girl, and not a fat one. When I was growing up in the 70s and 80s, dieting culture was already off the chain. In the 80s, there was a show called The 20 Minute Workout that was soft porn in leotards. Women with long hair, often loose and flowing to the shoulders, performed a bunch of quasi-erotic routines like synchronized swimmers marooned on dry land. They did this with a minimum of clothing. Any one of the women on the show could have been 15 years old for all anyone knew: narrow hipped, smooth-skinned, and hairless even when bent over or spread eagled so you could see their leotards flossing their vulvae.
Jane Fonda had her own hyper-skinny-person workout tapes. I remember them being somewhat expensive and being excited to rent them on VHS from the library. They were dull as hell — Richard Simmons’s Sweatin’ to the Oldies was much better, probably because he wasn’t fixated on anorexic thinness.
Meanwhile, at the mall, we shopped at Limited, Victoria’s Secret, Abercrombie, and Bath and Body Works, all of which were owned by Lex Wexner, billionaire buddy and allegedly bisexual lover of none other than Epstein himself. Epstein and Wexner had a certain aesthetic when it came to women: childlike. Probably because they were literally diddling and eating children, if the files are to be believed.
So you’ll forgive me for averting my eyes in disgust as this latest round of heroin-model-heroines come strutting down the runway with their stick bug legs and their hollow, Corpse Bride cheeks. Ariana Grande is becoming the short version of Eugenia Cooney. Supposedly she cannot walk without fainting because she does not eat. Interesting that the thinner and more Galinda-like she becomes, the more she retreats into childlike, cream puff dresses and denial-speak. Anorexia is a hell of a drug, and at some point, not eating feels better than eating, even when you are retching up the ounce of water you tried to swallow just to see if you could still swallow.
The etheric plane and the poles of youth and age
As I have mentioned in many an essay, the young are etheric males, no matter what their biological sex, and that yang quality is what makes babies, children, and women feminine. Etheric yang is strongest when we are born, hence the Epstein set’s obsession with raping and stealing it. The natural course of life is that we start out as females in the womb, and that development in the womb throws us in a male direction with a penis sometimes, but we are still physically female for the most part until puberty. Little boys can be dressed as little girls and vice versa and nobody who does not know who they are will be the wiser: both sport flat chests, narrow shoulders, and large heads. The massive life energy of children is what renders them feminine and soft on the physical plane — the subtle planes tend to work that way, flipping to opposites at each level. Puberty hits and boys become men, their voices changing and their bodies morphing into a class that outsizes, outpaces, and outworks the female. On the etheric or energy plane, however, they go from yang to yin, becoming net energy absorbers who are ravenous for sex (or masturbation). The girl, however, begins to supernova where etheric yang is concerned, and it is this power that men fear, lust over, and ultimately seek to control. Physically, she becomes weaker as her physical body becomes crippled with the pain of monthly cramps and the development of breasts leaves her vulnerable and the subject of predation. Her energy body, however, is a force to be reckoned with. It can enchant, it can nourish, and it can become the seat of life itself.
All mortals become more yin in energy as they age. I would hope this is obvious — we don’t get more physically powerful by becoming ancient versions of ourselves. On the energy plane, men become more yin, often septically so until they die, and women remain yang, with one catch. The yang energy of post-menopausal women transforms by burning inward and becomes less volatile. Instead of a roaring fire, it becomes steady embers. It’s still hot and will burn you to a crisp if you touch it — and it is much harder to put out than errant flames. When yin finally overcomes yang in our energy bodies, we die.
Nothing is more grotesque than an old person who dresses up as a youth. In my day, we used to call this mutton dressed as lamb, which was a cutting remark to imply a person (usually a woman) looked like an old, ropy cut of meat that was prepared as if it was fresh, young, tender flesh. In the Stephen King novel and movie The Shining, Danny’s alcoholic father is seduced by the ghost of an old woman who committed suicide in one of the hotel rooms he acts as caretaker for. She appears as a nubile, luscious young girl in one frame and then in the next assumes her true form as a decrepit, rotting, toothless hag. It is implied that Danny’s father is viciously raped by the spirit. The scene is perhaps the most powerful in the story because it communicates that no matter what glamours, fakery, and foolery the elder hag applies on the outside, her energy remains the same. Those who are looking can see it. Those who are blinded, like Danny’s father, cannot.
When age covets youth, it will stop at nothing to get it. Rumor has it that Kris Jenner does not just get deep plane facelifts. Supposedly, she is yet another baby eater, and she has the receipts with both Epstein and Diddy to prove it. There is a level of celebrity where adrenochrome becomes a thing, and that practice involves the “harvest” of the adrenal glands from still-living children and infants who have been terrified to get maximum benefit from those body parts. Disgusting, and yet I would not put it past any of these freaks.
The con job that we are collectively seeing through at the moment was one that tried to convince women that we were not good enough. We were not skinny to the point of fetishized emaciation, and those of us who did get there got siphoned into the trafficking hubs of modeling, singing, and acting. I dodged a bullet by having an asymmetrical face and a couple of extra pounds of chunk as a teen and did not know it. Had I been sexier, prettier, or a better dancer, I could have been scooped up for my copious vocal talent. The average woman, for the longest time, was supposed to look at images of starlets and models and sigh because she could not measure up to the ideals presented by them. When the average woman figured out the glossy magazines and later social media channels were being invented, designed, and run by violent pedophile psychopaths, it took away their appeal.
She does and does not look good
Plastic procedures have made it so that 80 year olds can look f*ckable. I just vomited a little in my mouth typing that. A few years ago, Martha Stewart showed off her slightly-deflated cans in a bathing suit. She sat artfully on a dais set in the middle of a tropical cabana with a come hither look on her face. Her arms were covered, probably because they required too much retouching. At 81, we are supposed to admire her because she has still “got what it takes” to satisfy a sexual partner. She’s the lady in The Shining’s Room 237, except her mask is made of collagen, cartilage, and an aborted infant’s stem cells. She is now 84 and looks pretty much the same as she did on her Sports Illustrated cover, except maybe a smidge more desperate.
Oprah is thinner than she used to be, thanks to GLP-1s, and she has had enough surgery that at 72 she technically looks better than she did at 36. Personally, all I can see when I look at Oprah is a girl’s school in Africa where many went missing and/or were raped. I see a close friendship with Harvey “Mangina” Weinstein. They say she was his right hand and fed him girls. They say she was/is an Epstein.
Kris Jenner is 70 and has taken to wearing her own daughters as masks. When I look at Kris Jenner, I see a madam who went through her own dimwitted daughter’s sex tapes and picked the best one for public release. Yes, she actually did that. Calling Kris Jenner scum would be an insult to scum.
Demi Moore is 63. She is Ozempicking her own wounded psyche like a two string banjo, pulling a human disappearing act while proudly displaying her Gumby-in-a-gimp-suit body for whoever is still willing to look. Her angles, including those of her cheekbones, are so sharp, they look as if they will stab you if you get too close. Her insistence that she is a survivor begs the question “Is she literally referring to Auchwitz?”
Lure Hsu is 50 in the photo shown. She is a Taiwanese influencer for those not in the know. I myself looked like I was in my 20s when I was in my mid 40s, but Hsu has snagged the trophy for maximum pedophile appeal as a quinquagenarian. The bobby socks and dumbfounded expression add that kiddy-diddling touch.
If you ever see me posing like any of the women above, please take me out behind the shed and put me out of my misery like Old Yeller, because I will have gone rabid, barking insane. The kind of ugly they have is to the bone.
My message to the baby eating psychos
I don’t want to look young. For years and years, I looked younger than my age. I still look younger than my age, though not as much as a decade ago. I’m short as hell and I have giant hair, which tends to read as “young”. Make no mistake, I know the power the young and the young-looking have. I have reneged on that power. I choose power of a different kind, and the fact I am nowhere near alone should make you very afraid.
My message to the thought police
You’ll quickly find you cannot comment on this piece. Go ahead and repost it and whine about how mean I am and how “I don’t know what she is going through”. I’m glad I don’t know what she has gone through, you slunt. I do not want to know, so don’t project your pathetic, parasocial longings to be validated by elite strangers on me. “Don’t comment on women’s bodies”, you’re about to say, as if you don’t know exactly what you are up to with such a bot farm quip. How about you don’t comment on this blog? Oh right, you can’t.
At first I thought Demi was Michael Jackson!
God I love you more and more. That was a really really good one. (Also - all the freaks you showed just look so scary crazy ugly to my eye. Except Oprah I guess - who literally does look younger and better than when she had her show! That’s SO FREAKY!!)