August 2003
by Barry Stagg
"Anti-miscegenation gets its new life among the bottomliners"
This is the problem that Elizabeth Nickson pinpoints but blames on commercial relationship culture. ("When the sexless marriage becomes the norm"NP Aug1-03) She is right about the problem but slightly off centre about its origins. The real problem is in the middle class dedication to selfishness and tidy success over nature. Nature is the slobbering dog of lust and unmanaged, unplanned, untidy impregnation: Social and economic miscegenation. That is what the prigs with their management-class cocks and pussies abhor and have spent their fecund years protecting themselves against.They have yet to find the perfect serum but remain eternally hopeful that genetic mapping and hedge funding will open the way to this elusive breakthrough.
They are reaping the whirlwind of disco emptiness, of unkind sex, mean selfish sex for domestic profit, the grim rapture of the management consultant. This is the sad heritage of a generation of self-arranged marriages that are loveless and sad because the partners have forgone their lusty, earthy couplings that would have brought them family happiness but which unfortunately would not have fit the prissy, proper plan of family management and desperate family planning. Call this the dedication to a snobby disco elitism where joy was subordinated to the best match oriented to maximum genetic profit- your genius offspring cyborgs- and a healthy and smug "Freedom Fifty-five" bottom line.
Memorandum to the Angsters: There is no exclusive class of priggish elites that needs gated protection and biological purity of procreation any more than there is any race of people who need to be protected from miscegenation in its original form. When you deny nature, settle for banking over love then you get sexless unions born of mismatching because you practiced the economics of anti- miscegenation in choosing and, of course, rejecting your partners.
Please let us in on the magic of how your smug nihilism with its commitment to the certainty of your own immortality translates into any better quality of life than that of the lesser and elder generations who got along, somehow, without your precise and perfect life planning. In other words: Stuff it up the tight end of your naturally grown skyhook umbrella. Timothy Leary can translate for you in the far greater cosmos of your destiny. Ha.