R MacDonald
08-23-2004, 10:49 PM
[font=Times New Roman][size=4]Why Does Russian Beauty Depreciate in Value?[/size]
by Viktor Yerofeyev
[color=green]Mac's note: It's The Jews of course! (read on)[/color]
[size=3]During a recent visit to Zurich I was at a loose end in a drab hotel room, located just a short walk away from the house where Vladimir Lenin had stayed, when a copy of a local entertainment magazine on the table caught my attention. I picked it up and started leafing through it with no particular interest.
I then looked at the back page full of offers to sample the local nightlife*— loads of girls with silvery stars pasted over their nipples. Some club had even posted a generous half-page ad claiming they had Russian, Ukrainian, Thai and Brazilian beauties.
A remarkable selection! Russia, it turns out, is in the vanguard of exotic eroticism. All that made me wonder about the fate of my homeland.
Putting the magazine aside and gazing into the rainy sky, I tried to focus on what was most important. It is hardly a secret to anyone that Russian girls, Natashas and Tatianas, employed by brothels throughout the world, have done something that Russian soldiers failed to: they have conquered the world.
You can see those wild, pitiful grins on their charming Slavic faces all the way from Tokyo to Amsterdam. The intrepid mercenaries are sold into slavery by some kind of evil power. They whine about it, but still sell themselves.
Border guards in every country catch them at airports: upon seeing a pretty girl with a Russian passport, traveling alone, they immediately launch an investigation. But their efforts are usually in vain. Like Harry Potter, Natasha and Tatiana know when to become invisible.
Russia has lost its face. Russian girls have changed its image considerably. Whatever you say while sitting in front of the stage at a Zurich theatre, your female compatriots are crawling on their knees on the neighboring stage even as you speak. It is not just themselves but all of us that have been placed on the same footing as Thailand and Brazil.
Unlike their Russian and Ukrainian counterparts, Belarusian beauties are rarely seen abroad. Their homeland is a police state with strict control over its exports. The worse the goods are the less the producing country is eager to display its wares in public.
With regards to Russia the problem is not so much about prostitutes as about the degeneration of Russian women. If we are to believe the Marxists, everything is determined by material considerations.
After all, 10-15 years ago there were Polish girls working in Zurich’s nightclubs, while Italians got sick and tired of Polish immigrants trying to clean their windshields at intersections. Then all of them vanished, and the problem shifted eastwards.
There is, however, an important difference between Poles and Russians, which you’ll be hard-pushed to find an explanation of in Marxist works. The Polish national consciousness perceived the Polish prostitution as a moral disaster. Russians have no national consciousness based on moral traditions, which is why there is no way they can perceive the disaster.
The Russian woman was less devastated by the Soviet regime than with the present state of affairs. She survived the ordeal of the socialist experiment, since that experiment ran counter to the nature of a woman, and humans for that matter.
She resisted self-destruction on the subconscious level. Soviet rule was largely an occupation for the male. The women could be imbued with its false romanticism, but not with its essence.
The market economy proved to be a trap for the Russian soul. The market offered temptations that were real, not fictitious. It suggested that people compare their living standard with that of others. Even before the 1917 revolution Russians would never have coped with the market.
And this is exactly what predetermined Lenin’s victory and successful expropriation of the expropriators. The point here is not envy but the inability of Russians to national realization by means of the market. Religious ideas of self-restraint and the moral foundations of honor have never worked in Russia.
The model of conduct of a contemporary Russian girl is based on two mutually exclusive concepts. She is romantic and pragmatic, naive and calculating, chaste and dissolute. A man is not sure which part of her is worth loving.
A man loves mystery in a woman, not a moral tumult. The ever-increasing sexual aggression in the descendants of the Russian women glorified by Ivan Turgenev makes them easier but less desirable. Competition on the women’s sex market reduces Russian girls to playing the role of a sexual object.
She dresses to emphasize her erogenous zones. The older she becomes, the more desperate she is in her attempts to have her dreams come true. Even by the age of 23 it starts to occur to her that life has been wasted. She grows restless, she drinks to ease the stress, and every time a man looks her way she discusses the incident with her female friends. Gradually she turns cynical, predictable.
A young Russian woman today has no philosophical basis of life. The market confuses her with its temptations.
What kind of ideology is she capable of choosing?
She lives beyond her means. She lives better than she earns. She reaches upwards for a middle-class life, she stands on her tiptoes. If she is single, she needs to pay the rent, mobile phone bills, she needs a car, and she must look after herself. She will never anoint her “mug” with cheap creams even though she can barely afford anything to eat.
If she fails to get married she starts looking for someone to support her financially. The ideology of a kept woman penetrates her soul. She demands money more and more actively from men, insisting that she must be given support even at the initial stage of the affair; burning with indignation should he refuse.
She starts thinking all men are skinflints, whereas her monetary demands are equivalent to the price of a top-class whore.
However, a disorderly sex life does not contribute to her sexual experience: the ever-increasing number of partners does not make her more erotic, and she is taken aback when she is involved in a complicated sexual game. But she continues to thinks she is irresistible to men.
As a rule, she exaggerates her beauty and is very demanding. She is lost between the ruins of the Russian classics and a discotheque.
A passion for pleasure, the triumph of youth sub-culture, transforms the soul of a disco-girl. She is carried away. Her sex life comes to the fore. In bed she talks so frankly it brings tears to your eyes. She disgorges confessions full of shocking details*— yet more proof of the soaring crime rate in the country.
She, most certainly, has experienced rape (with the boorish police and an unfair trial as a consequence); or at the very least has been the victim of sexual harassment; she says that her bosses always ask her to go to bed with them; this puts her in an awkward situation not because she rejects their requests, but because by accepting she risks losing her job, being cast aside afterwards as a spent force.[/size][/font]
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by Viktor Yerofeyev
[color=green]Mac's note: It's The Jews of course! (read on)[/color]
[size=3]During a recent visit to Zurich I was at a loose end in a drab hotel room, located just a short walk away from the house where Vladimir Lenin had stayed, when a copy of a local entertainment magazine on the table caught my attention. I picked it up and started leafing through it with no particular interest.
I then looked at the back page full of offers to sample the local nightlife*— loads of girls with silvery stars pasted over their nipples. Some club had even posted a generous half-page ad claiming they had Russian, Ukrainian, Thai and Brazilian beauties.
A remarkable selection! Russia, it turns out, is in the vanguard of exotic eroticism. All that made me wonder about the fate of my homeland.
Putting the magazine aside and gazing into the rainy sky, I tried to focus on what was most important. It is hardly a secret to anyone that Russian girls, Natashas and Tatianas, employed by brothels throughout the world, have done something that Russian soldiers failed to: they have conquered the world.
You can see those wild, pitiful grins on their charming Slavic faces all the way from Tokyo to Amsterdam. The intrepid mercenaries are sold into slavery by some kind of evil power. They whine about it, but still sell themselves.
Border guards in every country catch them at airports: upon seeing a pretty girl with a Russian passport, traveling alone, they immediately launch an investigation. But their efforts are usually in vain. Like Harry Potter, Natasha and Tatiana know when to become invisible.
Russia has lost its face. Russian girls have changed its image considerably. Whatever you say while sitting in front of the stage at a Zurich theatre, your female compatriots are crawling on their knees on the neighboring stage even as you speak. It is not just themselves but all of us that have been placed on the same footing as Thailand and Brazil.
Unlike their Russian and Ukrainian counterparts, Belarusian beauties are rarely seen abroad. Their homeland is a police state with strict control over its exports. The worse the goods are the less the producing country is eager to display its wares in public.
With regards to Russia the problem is not so much about prostitutes as about the degeneration of Russian women. If we are to believe the Marxists, everything is determined by material considerations.
After all, 10-15 years ago there were Polish girls working in Zurich’s nightclubs, while Italians got sick and tired of Polish immigrants trying to clean their windshields at intersections. Then all of them vanished, and the problem shifted eastwards.
There is, however, an important difference between Poles and Russians, which you’ll be hard-pushed to find an explanation of in Marxist works. The Polish national consciousness perceived the Polish prostitution as a moral disaster. Russians have no national consciousness based on moral traditions, which is why there is no way they can perceive the disaster.
The Russian woman was less devastated by the Soviet regime than with the present state of affairs. She survived the ordeal of the socialist experiment, since that experiment ran counter to the nature of a woman, and humans for that matter.
She resisted self-destruction on the subconscious level. Soviet rule was largely an occupation for the male. The women could be imbued with its false romanticism, but not with its essence.
The market economy proved to be a trap for the Russian soul. The market offered temptations that were real, not fictitious. It suggested that people compare their living standard with that of others. Even before the 1917 revolution Russians would never have coped with the market.
And this is exactly what predetermined Lenin’s victory and successful expropriation of the expropriators. The point here is not envy but the inability of Russians to national realization by means of the market. Religious ideas of self-restraint and the moral foundations of honor have never worked in Russia.
The model of conduct of a contemporary Russian girl is based on two mutually exclusive concepts. She is romantic and pragmatic, naive and calculating, chaste and dissolute. A man is not sure which part of her is worth loving.
A man loves mystery in a woman, not a moral tumult. The ever-increasing sexual aggression in the descendants of the Russian women glorified by Ivan Turgenev makes them easier but less desirable. Competition on the women’s sex market reduces Russian girls to playing the role of a sexual object.
She dresses to emphasize her erogenous zones. The older she becomes, the more desperate she is in her attempts to have her dreams come true. Even by the age of 23 it starts to occur to her that life has been wasted. She grows restless, she drinks to ease the stress, and every time a man looks her way she discusses the incident with her female friends. Gradually she turns cynical, predictable.
A young Russian woman today has no philosophical basis of life. The market confuses her with its temptations.
What kind of ideology is she capable of choosing?
She lives beyond her means. She lives better than she earns. She reaches upwards for a middle-class life, she stands on her tiptoes. If she is single, she needs to pay the rent, mobile phone bills, she needs a car, and she must look after herself. She will never anoint her “mug” with cheap creams even though she can barely afford anything to eat.
If she fails to get married she starts looking for someone to support her financially. The ideology of a kept woman penetrates her soul. She demands money more and more actively from men, insisting that she must be given support even at the initial stage of the affair; burning with indignation should he refuse.
She starts thinking all men are skinflints, whereas her monetary demands are equivalent to the price of a top-class whore.
However, a disorderly sex life does not contribute to her sexual experience: the ever-increasing number of partners does not make her more erotic, and she is taken aback when she is involved in a complicated sexual game. But she continues to thinks she is irresistible to men.
As a rule, she exaggerates her beauty and is very demanding. She is lost between the ruins of the Russian classics and a discotheque.
A passion for pleasure, the triumph of youth sub-culture, transforms the soul of a disco-girl. She is carried away. Her sex life comes to the fore. In bed she talks so frankly it brings tears to your eyes. She disgorges confessions full of shocking details*— yet more proof of the soaring crime rate in the country.
She, most certainly, has experienced rape (with the boorish police and an unfair trial as a consequence); or at the very least has been the victim of sexual harassment; she says that her bosses always ask her to go to bed with them; this puts her in an awkward situation not because she rejects their requests, but because by accepting she risks losing her job, being cast aside afterwards as a spent force.[/size][/font]
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