Sensitive Young Women

Or: Why The Future is Female

If you're a young white girl between 16 and 22 you've been completely fucked, but not in a good way.

You have known only economic stagnation, aesthetic degradation and falling living standards.
You have been poisoned from birth with industrial lubricants, agrochemicals and microplastics, with unknowable consequences on your hormonal and reproductive health (and this without accounting for your probable exposure to birth-control pills).
You have been the subject of relentless propaganda by the educational system and the totality of the media apparatus pushing niggolatry, paraphilias, feeder culture and white erasure, and threatened with social ostracisation and violent retribution if you question these tenets.
You have seen the demographics of your country change at breakneck speed, millions of brown people crowding your streets, your schools and your hospitals, increasingly loud-mouthed and pretentious, forever demanding more, specifically from you and people who look like you.
You were put in house arrest for years of your prime, robbed of adventure, romance and freedom, all to accommodate the hypochondria of the fat, the old and the mentally deranged.

Worst of all, you have had unprecedented access to sex via dating apps, but no one is actually capable of FUCKING you, and it's slowly driving you insane.

Most young girls will not have had a problem with any of the above, indeed they will have been some of its fiercest advocates and enforcers, standing at the front-lines insisting refugees are welcome, getting “jabbed” in exchange for free donuts, burning coal, and fucking their golden retrievers.

However, there is a small subset of young girls who have taken a different path, a path of intense hatred and iron-will, a path of liberation from the NWO through the sensual act of self-annihilation.

I call these girls Sensitive Young Women^TM.

The simple way to think of SYW is as the female analogue to right-wing bodybuilders, but who starve themselves for Hitler rather than gorge themselves on raw milk and steak. They exist on edtw (“eating-disorder twitter”) and post physique in a similar vein to that of RWBBs: to celebrate excellence and beauty, and to fight back against the stifling mediocrity of egalitarianism.

Similar to RWBB they too are racist, but in a deliciously catty way, aimed specifically at brown women and their pretensions. Of course, one could always argue that this is a natural female reaction to sexual competition, but there is a pent-up rage behind it - a long overdue reaction to years of being told the deformed are beautiful and worthy of worship – that goes beyond mere school-girl jealousy.

Furthermore, they very explicitly demand sexual annihilation. They are acutely, instinctively aware of the systemic collapse in testosterone levels, and this explains why they gravitate towards la cosa nostra.

To be sure, when young girls pose with copies of BAM they are seeking the titillation of being edgy, but they are also expressing a wordless yearning for the type of man it seeks to exhort. No wonder, since by and large the men of their own generation are hopeless: overgrown beanstalks mumbling in ebonics, brain-damaged from Zoom classes, hormonally indistinguishable from menopausal women.
As such, the future is very much May-September romances between fascist silver foxes and teenage girls who are permanently light-headed from living off zero sugar energy drinks.

What is special about SYW is precisely that it is a uniquely feminine phenomenon. Too often have we seen women trying to ingratiate themselves into right-wing sub-culture by superficial adaptation: “oh look at me, I am a GIRL who eats RAW LIVER and say men are SOY and calls Soros a GLOBALIST, ain't I quirky teehee!”.

SYW are the antithesis to bottle-blonde wignat Helgas who want to marginalise themselves by living like the Amish. They don’t want to outbreed Africa, they don’t want “burly” men who like Real Women with “curves”.

However, nor do they crave the trappings of feminism, to work in the adult day-care environment that is the modern office, to eat free candy and make “slide-packs”. They want a third, secret thing: to lounge around like cats waiting for their master to arrive, going to hot bitch yoga, drink nothing but green tea, their stomachs growling with hunger… They want the angular futurism of a teenage Kate Moss, transcendence through suffering; Schmerz ist auch eine Lust.

They are their own sub-culture, and express their discontent and hatred towards the modern world by turning their bodies into works of art in marked opposition to the fat black retards that now occupy catwalks. They want to be thin, in control of their own fate, understanding that distinction comes from struggle. By contrast, the gay nigger communists hate thigh gaps, razor-sharp clavicles, perfectly flat tummies; this is why they pathologise them, much like they pathologise young men who yearn for adventure and space.

Women should have no political say, probably very few rights at all. That said, SYW is not a political movement, they don't have any policy demands. Their net contribution is that we have more thin, hot, horny girls instead of fat, ugly, under-fucked bitches.
In this day and age that is already plenty, and probably all we can hope for: there is no political solution in sight, and it's definitely not increasing the birth-rate by siring ten warrior sons through comically wide birthing hips like some dumb farm animal, nor to trade derivatives at an investment bank (like some dumb farm animal).

Instead, I imagine a future where Sensitive Young Women dressed in Brandy Melville crop-tops leisurely drink espresso and smoke in the sunshine, waving and throwing kisses at the handsome young soldiers who are leading the deformed at gunpoint towards the trains.
In this sense I guess you can call me a feminist.