βautism wouldnβt have been difficult before capitalismβ βnothing that caused me burnout existed before industrializationβ well what if your boots feel weird against your skin. and your cape is itchy and too heavy. and your brooch keeps making an annoying sound everytime you move and this party is too loud and youβre hungry and thereβs pigeon stew but you canβt stand the texture of pigeon so you ate some olives and now your hands feel oily and gross and you drank a little bit too much wine (bc thereβs no clear water. also it was too bitter) so now your head hurts and you feel a little hot but not hot enough to take your cape off and you promised this time we leave when I asked, Aurelius! you promised! and donβt forget we still have a three hour ride back home you promised itβs not going to be like last time! or something of the sort.
the βLife only started sucking in the 19th centuryβ attitude as anti-capitalist praxis is truly hilarious like. personally, if the sun was even a tiny little bit too hot on the back of my neck while i was being kidnapped and taken as a war captive after *insert empire here* conquered my home i wouldve been pissed. praefectus if the shackles feel weird on my skin im killing us both
This is the same sort of βappeal to a highly-fictionalized simpler and better timeβ rhetoric that like, all of conservatism is based on by the way. Except instead of the 1950s itβs an anachronistic stew of vaguely-medieval-mostly-fantasy Europe.
Thereβs no βgreatest hits, only the good partsβ version of serfdom without any of the Societal Suckitude. Sure, thereβs less bright LEDs everywhere, but that doesnβt really matter when youβre outside baking in the sun all day.
