The great Paternity lie

Let me get one thing straight. I don’t give a fuck about paternity.
Hmm.

Forget that. Let me back up.
I don’t give a fuck about paternity insofar as it does not affect my financial status.

Because paternity is really just an orphan “instinct” with no solidified roots through the ages.
In and around and through the Mansphere / MRA, other niche societies, and among men in general, there is a tendency to uphold paternity as the holy grail of masculinity. There seems to be a fetish for the concept of paternity and all that it dictates for the evolutionary dance. I don’t buy it.

However, I am willing to admit that I do concern myself with paternity when it’s defined within the realm of modern personal politics and exposed as the retributive tool available (and wielded) by many women. Viewed from this pragmatic perspective, paternity loses much of its evolutionarily luster. Paternity, in our day and age, is money. It is nothing more and nothing less and I wish the MRA types would just admit this. Paternity doesn’t mean shit in the natural scheme of nature. Most aggravating is the extent to which they elevate the concept of paternity to romanticized, evolutionary ideals.

In this context, paternity is memorialized as an intrinsic and infallible element of human history; the MRA types circle around it in rabid dances of helpless emasculation. To prop paternity up on the evolutionary throne is to justify and rally around that which it is esteemed to signify and assert to us, as human men, that we need more. Paternity is idolized and worshiped and thus imbued as an immaculate conception. And is thus able to deify all other base instincts men can conjure in the heated pursuit of their fleeting manhood.

I thought about paternity after reading an interesting editorial at the Chateau this morning. The article, entitled “Who’s The Daddy?” appeared in The Spectator. The author, Melanie McDonagh, indulges in some unbelievable Swiftian corruptions of reality and asserts, essentially, that paternity testing is a dishonest tool for modern men. She accuses it of resulting in more harm than good. She concludes her piece with the illustriously deluded words, “But in making paternity conditional on a test rather than the say-so of the mother, it has removed from women a powerful instrument of choice. I’m not sure that many people are much happier for it.” McDonagh assumes the flagrant role of Self-Entitled Wench by maintaining that a newborn’s origins are best left to the mother to decide, thus alleviating or avoiding much harm and violence. The article frankly confounds any sense of reason you may have, but then again, don’t many women seem to have the uncanny mindfuck ability to distort reality and make any argument seem like a logical refutation of logical facts?

I read McDonagh’s bizarro arguments and I saw paternity as clearly as I’ve never seen it.

To repeat, paternity is bullshit.

In a wild, primitive environment, the sort that shaped our evolutionary heritage which still lives with us, paternity is meaningless.
Paternity is a luxury.
Much as monogamy is a luxury in a dangerous and primitive world. In such an environment, the overriding evolutionary aim of humans is to procreate and enable the newborn to live to breeding age. Here, monogamy is harmful and self-destructive. In a world where a man might die within minutes as he steps out of his cave or wherever the hell he lives, there is absolutely no pressing usefulness for the concept of monogamy.
In a world where individuals are under threat of instant violent death, all needs become communal. Including those of raising offspring. A man who might lose a physical battle with a wild bear tomorrow is unable to provide the physical protection that his child and mate require, and such a situation requires that other males in the tribe step in. This is the primitive environment, a collective contribution in which specific paternity is useless and counterproductive. It can be argued that maternity is not as crucial either, for the if the mother dies an early death, there are other women willing to contribute to the collective motherhood in order to nurture the child.

To emphasize, again, paternity is a patent luxury. It is a bastard offspring evolutionary trait of modern man’s cultural fixations, much like marriage, age of consent, and table manners.
Paternity is a meaningless societal nicety wrought on our modern soul by the needs of the fixed family structure born in the post-Agricultural era.

The human female, who endures 9 months of pregnancy before birthing flesh from her own body, of course must have a stronger sense of identification with the newborn. Due to this evolutionary lineage, the female is a fixed and domesticated element. Her role is of tranquil submission to nature. The male, evolved to breed incessantly, is freed of the tying bonds of immutability. His mind shaped as such throughout eons, is naturally unleashed from the concerns of mothering.

Because mothering is what we expect fathers to do and assume in the modern era.
Paternity is unnatural in that it accentuates the dysfunctional nature of our modern world.

Which brings me back to my original point about the new outlook I viewed paternity with after reading that nonsensical article in the Spectator this morning.

Paternity has become the modern-day fulcrum by which rabid men and rabid women assert a senses of power.
Paternity is the battle ground of gender wars and while it represents an inherently trivial item in the scheme of evolutionary history, it has been mutated into a fierce bone of contention by the modern human. Modern woman, seeking to sublimate the role of primal male, has usurped his nature (which involves mass fertilization and coldly shallow ties) and re-framed it as a question of “ownership” and “rights.” She (with the complicit help of powerful men) has turned man’s wild nature back upon himself. Cuckolding, the greatest tool women enjoyed for ages; which allowed them a sense of manipulation and power, which allowed them to pummel men into clueless obedience, is a primate legacy. Thousand of years ago, such acts were met with communal gestures of help and shared responsibility. It was not particularly noble, it just was nature’s call. Women have taken that ancient instinct and twisted it into a modern corruption of motives, and fooled men with the feminine tricks of antiquiity. The refinement of DNA testing was the greatest gift mankind never knew he discovered, and Woman’s Great Facade crumbled. And now women like McDonagh see fit to refine the art of female self-delusion into a fit of “paternity testing will cause violence” shibboleths. I won’t be surprised if this nonsense eventually finds a willing audience in mainstream media.

Paternity it not inherently important.
Yet, I live in the real world, and of course I realize its importance.
Paternity is important, but to sanctify the quality as something it is not eludes me.
Paternity is not evolutionary and the harder men try to squeeze this evolutionary tale from nothing, the more they lose sight of what it is they are truly fighting for.

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