This video is the most depressing thing I’ve seen all week, so now you have to see it too. It illustrates how modernity destroys everything it touches and it unironically makes me want to kill myself in a bunker after committing genocide against the Americans. What I hate about the modern world is that it destroys the irrational element of the human mind.
For example, we have the Kumari in Nepal, young girls from Buddhist families who are manifestations of the divine feminine energy, Shakti. They are worshipped by Buddhists and Hindu alike. The divine energy leaves their bodies when they suffer severe injury, illness, or -the most common outcome- begin to menstruate.
And here we have an interview with a former Kumari, who has been contaminated by Western thinking, because she justifies the phenomenon in woke terms:
“The Kumari tradition gives an important message to the society that girls, especially in a male dominated country like Nepal are to be respected. This tradition is unique and must be preserved.”
If, as a former incarnation of a Goddess yourself, you can get those words off your lips, then the tradition has already died. If you can get those words off your lips, in English, to some American journo, then it’s already gone. It’s over.
And to make matters worse, the former Kumari now marry and go to college.
“She’s in college and thinking of a career in banking or business.” HAHAHA. Imagine going from receiving worship as the manifestation of a Goddess, to reading balance sheets and holding Zoom calls for a living.
Worst of all has to be that the Kumari now marry. Ladies, you’re going to be rubbing the shitstains out of your husband’s underwear. “He can do that himself.” No, he’s not. You’re going to do it, because if he has to do the laundry after coming home from work he’ll screw it up, you’ll get colors mixed up, bleach stains and other misery.
And if you do all of that, do you really think you can tell him after he sits down at the dinner table at 6PM: “Oh honey I washed your clothes, but there’s some shitstains in your underwear you’ll need to clean yourself.”
Sorry former Kumari. You’re going to have zoom calls, you’re going to put numbers into a spreadsheet and when you come home, you’re going to rub shitstains out of some guy’s underwear.
Dear Nepalis, if you’re going to modernize the “tradition”, how about this: Euthanize them when they begin to menstruate. Everything that follows is just going to be existential dread.
Or, I would suggest: Let them go out with a bang. Have them sacrificed on an altar, allow the divine energy to return to its source. This is the only way to preserve their dignity. Oh that’s inhumane? We’re all just physical incarnations of eternal timeless concepts, aren’t we?
If what I say shocks you, then it’s already over. You’re soon going to have American college students with pink boyish haircuts and they/them pronouns show up to offer them gifts from the tourist shop. You’re also going to have middle-aged businessmen visit who just got back from Thailand.
One of the former Kumaris will then write an article suggesting the whole thing is creepy and misogynist, a manifestation of the Madonna-whore complex (a term she will have learned in an American college), then that will be the end of it.
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a former Kumari working for the HR department at a Software as a Service (SaaS) startup, forever.