So a couple of days ago, I wrote about an exciting new development in the world of imaginary women: a Japanese company has developed a holographic virtual waifu for men who prefer the women in their life to be completely submissive, completely imaginary, and live in a little jar.
At the time, I wondered aloud what would happen once MGTOWs discovered this new imaginary lady. Would they hail her as a big step towards the eventual replacement of all real human women? Or would they complain about all the naggy texts she’s programmed to send to her real-boy masters?
Actually, they’ve done both.
“Just take my money, “they” can shame me I don’t care I want one,” wrote one happy Redditor in the Men Going Their Own Way subreddit in a thread devoted to the imaginary jar lady.
[A] single tear of joy just rolled down my eye, the post woman age is here boys and its glorious. The more lesbians I see the better hahaha
Another commenter pointed out the ways this imaginary women — which is scheduled to the hit market late next year — will be superior to the flesh and blood kind:
Men will enjoy this because it means a virtual companion who will make the home ready everytime they come back and talk to them. That feeling of care and being available to help you whenever you need it is a luxury a real life woman would never provide on account of female nature being selfish and needy. As men, we tend to value loyalty above all else and a virtual companion does just that. Furthermore, this is far better than the alternative of picking up the house after a lazy ungrateful real life woman. Men no longer have to work the second job of taking care of a grown child.
But he can’t imagine women getting the same sort of satisfaction from a tiny virtual dude:
Now, for women, this device does nothing. Women desire social status and bragging that you have a virtual companion is probably the furthest thing you can do to gain status. While they may secretly enjoy it, they aren’t the audience to shell out $3000 bucks. They’d rather put that $3000 bucks into doing their hair and makeup in order to try and seduce a top-tier man. They do not value a clean house or loyalty and any companionship they may want is already readily available because of all her beta orbiters who are at her beck and call.
Others were less enthusiastic.
“[N]o…if i can’t f*ck it and it doesn’t cook it’s worthless to me,” wrote one.
“Wow. it’s kinda depressing,” wrote another.
I couldn’t help but cringe… we can find strength in independence rather than seek false comfort. It just seems delusional.
And then there was that whole “texting you while you’re at work” thing.
“I can see how the Herbivore Men would like this, but I’m gonna pass,” one commenter declared.
No way am I checking in to tell a bunch of pixels what time I’ll be home. Being alone would be far better.
MGTOWs: As predictable as they are creepy.
Of course, in twenty years (ten?) everyone will have tiny holographic friends, living in jars, floating in the air, who knows where else. I’m holding out for a tiny lady in the radiator.