Protecting your daughters

The Kurgan view

Teach her calmly and with intent

I came across this piece, which is overall quite good as it covers all the ground from the start (which is a bit tedious if you have already decided long ago that so-called “Modernity” needs to be curb stomped to death).

The central theme he gets to with regard to inoculating daughters against the onslaught of lies, and self-destructive aspects of feminism, DIE policies, etc etc is this:

In the face of such a future, it is understandable why any devoted father might wish to sever his daughter’s ties to modernity altogether: to confiscate her laptop, ban anything that sounds remotely like Billie Eilish, and impose a strict regime of sourdough and scripture. And to no small degree, such measures are necessary. If any parent is unaware of the kinds of depravity being disseminated by celebrity reprobates or the purposefully stupefying sinkholes of Instagram, then I am afraid to say they are falling woefully short of their duties. Given the harm inflicted by abortion, porn, hypergamy, and hookup culture, neither can they reasonably deny the danger posed by unconstrained femininity. But so too is seclusion impossible. Besides, I don’t think it a life most fathers would want for their daughters. For as long as there have been locked towers and chastity belts, arranged marriages and nunneries, the forbidden has become the alluring, the protector the tyrant—no castle wall tall enough to keep the temptations of the contemporary world at bay.

In short, the old impulse to guard and to shelter must be allied with a fatherly duty to fortify. For boys, this constitutes a self-evident (if no-less grueling) task: the cultivation of moral clarity, the forging of strength through hardship, the tempering of appetites, and the deliberate awakening to meaning. For daughters, such reinforcements demand a rather more delicate approach. With their more deferential natures and prioritization of immediate survival over elevating strife, girls, as a rule, cannot be expected to adhere to the lone wolf lifestyle, some measure of safety required first for them to breathe, then to blossom.

This, it would be hoped, is initially provided by her father. Sure, all little girls should be guaranteed unflagging protection and a harmonious home life, nourishing meals and patient caregivers, but during times of civilizational unraveling—times very much like these—so too will they need the man in their lives to embody a bulwark more robust and more palpable than any offered by the crowd. Regrettably, this can only go so far. She will grow up and you will grow old; you will falter and she will notice, and yet, if experienced consistently enough and viscerally enough, the supreme securities of childhood will have imprinted themselves somewhere far deeper than memory, a stronghold she may retreat to if ever her conscience finds itself buffeted by the fickle winds of the age.

I tend to disagree somewhat. he does go on to state the positive reinforcement of the role of being a mother is important, which it is, but I would simply say that the concept of cultivating moral clarity is really as important for girls as it is for boys. Of course, you need to understand their brains work different and the morality of the female is almost anathema to that of the classical male. But it’s a little like teaching a boy martial arts and teaching a girl martial arts. You’d be a fool to teach them the same way and expect good results for both.

I know I have already essentially succeeded with my eldest daughter, because her own way of seeing things, if anything, is even more zealous than my own. As is always the case for those who know, the female is always more terrible in war than the male!

The difficult thing for most men (the sad overwhelming majority of them by far, in my experience) is that they have almost no grasp whatsoever of how the female mind works and what drives it. As a result their attempts at helping direct their daughter tend to be analogous to a chimp waving flags trying to communicate with an aircraft carrier below the horizon.

The very nature of the female that desires to be accepted and part of a social group, begins first and foremost at home.

None of my children have any doubt that dad would get chopped into little pieces for any one of them and would create veritable mountains of bodies, including of the innocent if need be, in order to safeguard them.

That is rule 1.

If you don’t have that, you have nothing.

Second is that what dad says gets done, listened to, and when told to, acted upon. No arguing, no questions. And when it happens (because dad is human) that errors are made, the overall sense of it (as long as it’s minor stuff) is: “Eh, get over it kid. Shit happens.” But if it is a bad error, dad makes amends to the fullest part of justice and then some. No ifs, ands, or buts. Take the L like a brand, in silence, and grateful for it and move on.

That is rule 2.

If you have those two rules, and have them in place from a tender age, and you then mix in the right amount of tenderness at the right moments, and paint the world for them with brush-strokes of harsh but true reality, not softened, but simply presented with some detachment. With real examples from the real world but never directly at them for the most part. We shall look at becky, and Jill, and Max, and Tom, and see how they completely fuck things up, their life, themselves, their prospects. And Darling Daughter, you sure as shit don’t want to be like THOSE retards, right?

You should not go far wrong.

There will be objections, there will be addictions (not necessarily to drugs one hopes!) to the stupid behaviours of her peer infecting her. For some time, she has taken to do a vocal thing that is the dramatising equivalent of vocal fry… it lasts precisely 0.2 seconds whenever she does it before she gets corrected. gently at first, less so later. Yet it persisted. Until I pointed out in brutal but truthful fashion what the effects of that is, using some of her peers as living examples of what I was saying.

It literally disappeared overnight.

If you are any kind of half-decent father, you’re her first and most durable “crowd”, “social conscience” and “group” she seeks approval from above all.

It reminds me of that brutal short video where one oblivious girl makes a video saying her body count is around 500 (she looks like in her mid twenties) and she just found out that might be really high, and she’s sort of shocked and is asking the internet, what they think… and there is another girl that replies something like:

“Oh girl! I’m with you, my body count would be right up there too, except for this really annoying thing my dad did like ALL the time, I mean girl, I feel ya! Seriously, but yeah, like my dad… man he did this thing, just said this stuff, all the time, what was it…? Oh yeah, like these annoying three little words, let’s see… oh yeah, I remember now: “I love you.”

It’s one of the most brutal yet needed put-downs based in reality I have ever seen. Because it’s true.

If your daughter feels she has earned your respect, not for the mere virtue of being your daughter, but because she actually has earned it, she will respect herself. And if she does, even if her and is not naturally prone to logic as a boy is, she will still feel the emotional pull of that father’s respectful love, that will steer her through the storms of life.

And in case you want to get a better insight into the female mind, you can do worse than reading my Caveman Theory, even though it is primarily aimed at young men who want to find a wife, quite a lot of the aspects of female thinking apply in a global sense anyway.