Counter-Currents
Max Beckmann, The Night (Die Nacht), 1918-19.
1,689 words
Czech version here
I’ve been staying in some hostels on my recent trip to Europe. A situation that happens: I arrive late, enter a dark dorm room, crawl into one of the empty bunk beds, and wake up the next morning to find several young women asleep in the beds around me. Except for the thought, “Where are my pants?” it’s not a serious problem. But it does make you wonder why the girls don’t have a separate room.
The reason they don’t is equalism. Women are equal to men, so they must occupy the same spaces. At most hostels there is one dorm room designated as “women only.” The other dorm rooms are mixed. If you’re a woman and you absolutely hate having strange men watching you sleep, you can reserve early and get a spot in the women’s dorm. But late arrivals and women traveling more spontaneously will have to bunk with men. There are no “men only” rooms, so if you’re a guy, there’s almost always going to be a female in your room.
The women adjust depending on their personal modesty levels. They wear sweatpants to bed, and sports bras, and learn various tricks to change clothes without revealing too much of themselves.
Probably, in the ’70s, when mixing men and women in living situations first came into vogue, this gender-blind dorms arrangement was daring, progressive, and sexy. Even now, for the young and good-looking, I’m sure it still is. But for most people in the budget traveler world, it’s just a pain in the ass. Especially for the girls. But they don’t protest. They know they must always appear “strong and independent.” Loss of privacy is a sacrifice they assume they have to make.
Another effect of equalism and gender-blind hostel living is that it reduces attraction between the sexes. Many observers have made this point: Women on the work crew, women in the military, women in the next cubicle, women waking up next to you in your dorm room . . . All of this undermines the mystery and allure of women in general. Familiarity breeds contempt. Interacting so intimately with women travelers – smelly, unkempt, with their dirty underwear spilling out of their backpack – is a lesson in the reality of the female.
Despite the progressive sleeping arrangements, the overall sexual culture of the typical Euro-hostel remains harsh and predictable. Hot girls and obnoxious chads find each other, flirt, hang out during the day, and hook up at night. Homelier women form groups with their unattractive friends and spend the day sightseeing in hopes of meeting guys. When that doesn’t work, they attend Tequila Night together at the Hostel Bar. They dress up for this, in their sexiest outfits, only to spend the evening fending off foreigners, hostel staff, beta-orbiters, and other non-chads.
Bland singleton women don’t do much better. They spend their mornings reading their guidebook in the hostel’s common area. There, they are approached occasionally by their male equivalents. They make dates to go to the museum with these classic “nice guys.” Nothing happens on these dates. The guy is afraid to kiss. The girl is afraid to be kissed.
The lower-level males, of course, get nothing, not even museum dates or someone to sit with at breakfast, as is the cold reality of the sexual marketplace. They grudgingly leave the hostel for a couple hours, then retreat to their bunk beds where they play video games, watch porn, or look ahead to the next city where they will be lonely and unloved.
The hostel is also a good place to ask questions of people from other cultures and countries. Wondering about the Yellow Vests, or the UK police state, or what will happen in Germany when the nationalists take power? This is your chance to ask. Unfortunately, hostels are public spaces and are usually in large cities. You will be dealing with university-educated young people who will be predominantly progressive. I for one cannot resist talking to Leftist Germans, Brits, and Frenchies about their respective situations. I play the devil’s advocate and tend to alienate my fellow hostel-dwellers. But what do I care? It’s a hostel. In two days, it will be all new people.
In one conversation I had with a young man from Leipzig (in former East Germany), I thought I might have found my first Right-wing German. He was smart, he was from a small town, and he mentioned that East Germany had been exploited after unification by the West. His words gave me hope. But no, he soon began referring to “populists” as the bad guys.
This is always disorienting to me. I always think, “Does this person not know what ‘populism’ means?” But such words mean different things to different people. It’s like my understanding of “Communism.” To me, Communism means “foreigners destroying your country from within.” But to most people, it means “societies that share their goods and services.” And so it is in the case with “populism.” To me this means “a political movement based on the expression of the people,” while to my German friend it meant, “White people oppressing minorities.”
The other thing I often discuss with hostel patrons is the European Union. Thanks to these discussions I now realize how brilliant the original propaganda for the EU was. In the beginning, people were told that the EU would give all of Europe the same currency, and that people could freely pass from country to country. This original media campaign remains so strong in people’s minds that any discussion of the EU never strays from these two points. A typical conversation:
Me: So you like the EU?
European Student: Of course, I can go anywhere I want to work. And I don’t have to change money.
Me: Aren’t you worried about being controlled by an unelected body of bureaucrats?
Student: No, because I can go to Spain and work in a coffee shop, and I’ll get paid in Euros.
Me: But what about the EU developing an army? And forcing mass migration on their members? And preventing you from speaking against them with draconian hate speech laws?
Student: Thanks to the EU, I can go see Sabaton in Düsseldorf at a moment’s notice. I can just jump on a plane and go. And pay in Euros.
And then there’s the problem of good, old-fashioned European degeneracy. I recently stayed at the Hostel Alur in Tallin, Estonia. I had read a blog by a pickup artist that said “of course” he stayed at Hostel Alur, suggesting it was a notorious hookup spot, which I assumed was an exaggeration. I soon saw it was not. Within minutes of checking in, I watched a tall, drunk German lesbian seduce a short, timid French girl.
I was sitting near them at dinner in one of the cave-like grottos within the medieval maze of Hostel Alur. The German girl kept topping off the French girl’s wine glass. The French girl claimed she didn’t drink and didn’t know about wines. The German girl leered at her and said, “Oh, you keep saying that,” or “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”
The next morning, when I woke up in dorm room number four, the German girl was in the bottom bunk, across from me. It appeared she was alone, but looking again, I saw that the small French girl was in the bed with her, semi-hidden in the tangle of blankets. This, in a tiny room of mostly guys, that literally stunk of sweat, dirty clothes, damp towels, and stinky tennis shoes.
And so it goes at the Hostel Alur. The night before, I had noticed most of the girls and some of the guys were openly checking me out. The eye contact was direct and unmistakable. That morning, girls were wandering around the co-ed bathrooms dressed only in towels. And the eye contact was still going strong.
It was all a bit shocking for me. My experience with half-naked women who smile at strange men in co-ed bathrooms . . . is . . . well, I haven’t had that much experience with it. But it made me uneasy.
In the end, it was actually the smell of dorm room number four that drove me from the Hostel Alur. That, and the contemptuous vibe of the thuggish hostel proprietors, who were no doubt partaking in the rampant hooking up themselves. The whole thing was too much, and I quickly booked myself into a boring guest house, where I had my own room and no half-naked girls around. My loss, I guess. But I had some reading to do.
And one last story: At the first hostel I stayed in, in a Western European city, I was in the reception area one morning, and a pudgy, unattractive British woman appeared at the front desk and began berating one of the hostel staff. She was visibly upset as she said to him, “But there was a man in my room!”
I couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation, but the staff member, eager to maintain his establishment’s user rating, began making excuses and apologizing, though without giving in to the idea that this woman had suffered some irreparable trauma. This was a hostel, not the Ritz-Carlton.
I looked over at the indignant woman. She was overweight, unattractive, and clearly a feminist. She was also British, which made it worse. But in that one moment, I understood that hers was the sane perspective. Unlike the staff member, and the rest of us, who had grown accustomed to the gender-mixed, peep-show vibe of the contemporary hostel, this woman was calling bullshit. And she was right. Why were strange men and women being forced to room together?
The genders should be separate. There should be male and female rooms. The gender-mixing was an insult to our intelligence. It caused chaos, embarrassment, and frustration. It was an assault on our dignity as civilized people.
But once the British woman was gone, everyone shrugged and went back to the normal state of things – in other words, the degradation and degeneracy we’ve apparently accepted as our fate.
27 comments
“There should be male and female rooms. ”
The problem is a level higher than that, friend. There should be no female unaccompanied travel at all.
Indeed, brother, indeed.
The lessons from the West are clear: don’t ever compromise on the sanctity and honour of the womb, and don’t ever negotiate over the supremacy of the nuclear family.
We find ourselves fortunate that in our tradition we still possess powerful arrangements to combat these social illnesses. No matter what the outside world blabber, we will never concede an inch when it comes to our womenfolk as their wombs are the only guarantee that our kind will survive and carry our traditions forward.
I think it’s safe to say the womenfolk have already conceded their wombs to outsiders without our approval.
Perhaps womenfolk should wear nothing less than the full burqa, by that logic, to protect and ensure the sanctity of the womb.
A culture of degeneracy and a culture of extreme restriction are both equally repugnant, or nearly so. European societies existed for centuries with neither of these metastases. We should strive to live in societies that reject both.
And how can such a society be made possible? By expelling groups unlike ourselves for a start. Draconian restrictions have rarely been necessary among our people (excluding fringe lunatics and criminals) when we are left alone.
In our tradition, there are mothers, sisters, wives, and daughters. Likewise, fathers, brothers, husbands, and sons. There are no autistic libertarian ‘man’ and ‘woman’.
Therefore, responsibility and modesty is what is expected so that our kinist spirit continues.
If anybody deems it a ‘restriction’, then, so be it. We are not going to dismantle our blood ties. Our nuclear families are our everything.
“Blood ties”? Islam leaves no room for any relevance of “blood ties”. Your posts, like your user name, reek of serious ethnicist heresy.
One reason why globohomo hates Islam with a passion, even as it promotes tame and gelded Muslims (always whamen) and is permissive towards Muslim criminals in the West is the fact that Islam is right about women and Muslims are not afraid to say it. Globohomo would prefer that Muslim men become as pussywhipped as Westerners and Muslim women to morph into Ilhan Omar – divorcee brotherfucking hijabis.
Yikes, Islam is “right about women”? I seem to have boarded the wrong train. Islam and Globohomo are equally worlds apart from the natural relationships between men and women among the Celts, Germans, and Slavs before universalism took root. God (or Gods) save us from all this nonsense about the sanctity of the Muslim womb.
There is no such thing as a ‘Muslim womb’. As far as we are concerned, our topmost priority is to preserve our Indo-Iranian/Aryan heritage, and, incidentally, Islam happens to be a factor in it.
Just because Arabs, Turks, Berbers, Somalians, Nigerians, Afghans etc are also Muslim doesn’t mean it is incumbent upon us to open a multiracial/cultural Islamic orphanage for them.
Our local cultures and traditions are as strong as they were before the advent of Islam. And so we remain fervently wedded to our soil.
This train has many carriages. They’re not all like this one..
Could you please describe such natural relations relations to me, friend Donaldson? Anything I know of that works (i. e. results in babies and happiness) involves male domination of the female if not outright male ownership of the female from cradle to menopause.
You don’t need to rely on me; the literature of our Folk is alive with such descriptions. Tacitus devotes quite a bit of the Germania to men and women, and then there is the entire body of family sagas of the North, which are historical and reflect the values of the people who collected them. These provide a wealth of evidence that Europeans managed to have babies and yes, happiness, without “male ownership of the female from cradle to menopause.” Further back, we find Plutarch and Xenophon observing the role of women in Spartan society, which by near-universal agreement among Greeks, produced both strong men and plenty of happy women, yet would horrify any Muslim.
I could go on, but truth is, you can’t really swing a cat in ancient or medieval European history and literature without finding something utterly alien to the Islamic view of women. But the latter was bequeathed to the world by a pedophile, and why anyone would look at societies characterized by bacha bazi boys, Man-love Thursday, and men wearing near-fatal amounts of perfume and say, “Yeah, we need more of that,” is beyond me. Having spent more years than I would have liked to in the Middle East, I question whether women or men there are particularly happy.
The choice we have is not limited to feminism or white sharia. Many here and elsewhere have observed that civilization was created by men who were inspired by women. With that in mind, just look at the dearth of Muslim contributions to anything you could call civilization and realize how uninspiring their relations truly are.
I’ve written more on this in From Her Eyes a Doctrine, which includes new brand-new translations of some of the texts above.
And yes, if the train has many carriages, that’s fine just so long as the train makes more than one stop.
“With that in mind, just look at the dearth of Muslim contributions to anything you could call civilization and realize how uninspiring their relations truly are.”
I hope when one refers to Persian history one would come to the conclusion that some territories despite being Islamic have always been civilizationally quite advance. And if one doesn’t differentiate a Somalian/Nigerian/Bedouin convert from a Persian one than it’s sheer intellectual dishonesty.
As for the ‘Pedophile’ jibe, well, am I to accept that European genes were passed through females who were all happened to be of 18 years of age at the time of consummation? That when Vikings or Gauls or Celtics conquered territories they treated captured women under some sort of Pagan Geneva conventions?
By our current standards, a lot of ancient marriages and forced carnal relationships can be deemed as abusive and pedophilic.
Bacha-bazi carried death penalty under Taliban rule. It has nothing to do with Islam. This vile practice would have been continued under Pagan, Christian or any other systems. It’s in the Afghan genes.
“There should be no unaccompanied female travel at all.”
I see your pain, brother… Who hurt you?
Being British is an intrinsicly good thing, it doesn’t make anything worse.
Most of the world agrees that being British has an adverse effect on one’s looks and potential for heterosexuality.
No, most of the world’s idiots agree on that.
This has nothing to do with Imperialism. My people has a right to preserve itself and ultimately we will do. Tick tock indeed.
Quite right. Petty jibes to hide deep insecurities about out disproportionate influence in the history of the West, nothing more.
‘To me, Communism means “foreigners destroying your country from within.”’
Lol made me laugh out loud. I am stealing that one.
Likewise. It’s a straightforward illustration of an evil agenda that’s driven behind the mask of Bolshevikism and its co-conspirators.
See I don’t worry about that so much as the prospect of bed bugs, scabies, foot fungus. I once saw this guy with thickened green toenails from fungus. They curled up. Oooo! There’s some serious hygiene issues out there
I can resonate with your assessment on how most hostels embrace modernism, universalism, and feminism. There’s no doubt that hostels, especially ones in Western Europe and Central America, have a progressive vibe to them, which is quickly noticed upon entry by people like us. For example, I stayed at a well-known hostel in London that was blatantly anti-Trump as they had a large picture on display at the front desk that mocked president Trump by declaring him a “racist” along with other derogatories. Furthermore, the sign stated that Trump supporters weren’t welcome and should continue on their way.
It was evident that the majority of the staff at this hostel, along with it’s guests, were fervent cultural Marxists. There was a lot that I wanted to say, but I ended up biting my tongue, despite feeling like a fish out of water.
I am always perplexed reading these kind of articles: you went to a hostel and met a bunch of commie degenerates? My god? What a surprise?!
Only a certain kind of people go and stay at such places. Go to a hotel booking page and look: the prices for a dorm room are close or often same as staying in a lower class hotel (in cases even higher). People want to stay in hostels exactly to engage in the behaviors you mentioned. Or more popularly put: “to meet people”.
WHY did YOU stay there?
This was an interesting article. Glad I clicked.
I would have more to say on this, but work soon.
Maybe later.
One point, though, the only concrete example of sleaze that you state is the predatory German lesbian and the petit French girl.
Well, since that was going to happen with or without separate dorms, it is a small problem with the logical flow of your (interesting) piece.
Mixed-sex dorms in hostels are a bad idea, but what makes it worse is the unwanted race-mixing. I’m surprised that it still exists.
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