There is a myth amongst the Blackfeet that foretells the destructive nature of vanity. You may find it has much to say about our contemporary condition as it did of its time when it was first recited. It roughly goes as such:

A great hunter manages, after immense peril, to chase down a deer with the most beautiful, unique, and pristine white coat. This accomplishment fuels his pride and has him embark on hunting down ever more elusive game. These travels take the lives of many of his men, some his dearest friends, but he decides the only way to avenge their deaths is to continue with his journey. As the coat begins to take its toll from the weather, he realizes that it is infusing into his skin. Taking it as a sign that his trek is virtuous, he learns to make himself comfortable around these foreign woods. This has him transform into the very deer that inspired his ordeal.

It turns out that whole story was the product of Google Gemini trying to gaslight me when it could not find a myth that matched my request. The fact that it chose a Native American tribe that now resides in remote parts of Montana and northward into Alberta to attribute this fable is almost providential, if not stereotypical. זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול. Yet I have the feeling this myth will infuse into all who come across it. This is the magic and horror of A.I.; the collective subconscious and all its serendipitous wisdom, now just a click away.

What has also been at our fingertips in the mobile age has been the seeds of our very destruction. White deer that fascinate and keep us entranced until we can no longer indulge in the fantasies they provide. It seems that men have not only caught on to the vacuous nature of modern romance, but also to economics and political action. Women have yet to make sense of this, but that isn't the result of delusion or irrationality. Why would the most franchised demographic of our time want to do away with the current world order?

And here we contend with that bargain doeskin that has cost all the waste and sadism inherent to fast fashion, fast sex, and fast careers. It has already been infused into all generations of women and men, the latter being the intricate and ignored thread that keeps this coat from disintegrating. The men who want no part in this scheme see the writing on the wall and are retreating to congregations that require a commitment to keep the promises of this world at bay; the doeskin is always calling out to those who have worn it. Yet for most women, the expectations of these faiths are radical and refuse to acknowledge their desires and goals in this life.

What they are implicitly admitting is that they are content with living as an animal, בְּהֵמָה, without incentive to adopt the restrictions imposed by the Church. Should we blame them? They have inherited beautiful doeskin from their mothers, who have given them plenty to consider when they ever get the urge to take off this coat. All of our media reinforces the virtues of the Faustian bargain that is being a free, independent woman. Then there is the alternative that is supposedly worth sacrificing everything, should they cease from their debauchery. This includes equally as repulsive men whom they will select in the parishes they decide to frequent, and the sheltered and judgemental women they must learn to win over. How could that ever compete with the adrenaline of זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול.

It can't, and it shouldn't. The demand for more young women in the Church is from boys who want a doeskin without hunting for it. The bargain doeskin will gladly be given to you, but at a steep cost you will pay later in life. Being unable to move and breathe without it, it will suffocate any chance of you becoming the man deserving of the respect you, at this moment, have for your elders. You do not want this, and there is a reason crops have yet to yield. You have yet to yield as a suitor who knows how to calm through a storm that could take years to weather, with just your bare skin. A resolve that will have you choose wisely the company and, by extension, the woman you keep close in this life.

Those who lie down with dogs get up with fleas.

If a woman decides to repent of the glorious perpetual sorority that is modernity, into the literal embodiment of the patriarchy, it will also take her years to crop into someone worth saving. No one has any qualms with "saving" our sisters and daughters from their past except, ironically enough, themselves. They have filtered themselves out of a union with the Heavenly Kingdom and continue to resort to the flesh, that irresistible and almost totally infused doeskin coat. At this point, it's not a matter of vanity so much as it's a trial of acceptance and indifference. Why should the weaker sex be expected to consider the fulfilment that comes from sacrifice, when she does not see herself as worthy of martyrdom?

They want to die. Is it any coincidence that young women are seeking new and thrilling ways to conjure death within our society? It is almost an implicit acknowledgement of how depraved and destructive this wave of the revolution has become. There is no future worth living to see, so why not end it before it gestates? Before she was born, her own mother was considering all the reasons not to do the same. The only rationale was that she did not become one with that doeskin coat and needed to pass it on to someone more clever, more resilient, and more nihilistic.

There are women in the Church who basically perpetuate this same logic. Ask me why there are private, religious schools where parents willingly subject their daughters to birth control? זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול. All the while they preach abstinence, when they should really be instilling continence. And don't get me started on the orgy that is varsity sports in these schools, and why Jamal really needs to be given a chance after he flunked courses for the third time.

If public husbandry wants to indulge in this type of debaucherous education, then when they decide to put an end to such ways, they can claim ignorance. These nominally religious, זול זול זול זול זול זול, institutions deserve to yield the most worldly of graduates. Their fruit will become the most evil and cunning of feminists, politicians, and the willing recipients of Tyrian shekels. This curse has already taken hold, and it's why the young women of our day feel as though nothing can be done but to embrace the skin of the animal that they revere. That elusive beast seen on television, advertisement, and even in their assignments. 100% licentious leather.