(1100) Genuinely 11 a.m. … looked up and there it was. (1200)

 

7. You might care to see this at Jstack

https://jameshigham.substack.com/p/speaking-of-blog-birthdays

6. When I recently re-contacted my first real flame

… from many decades ago, she wondered if I had some unresolved issues from back then. Well yes, I do … but not actually about her per se … more about when phases, eras, started and stopped, in an archivist sort of way … call me strange.

Yesterday, for example, I was thinking about how old our parents were at different stages:

“Am doing some arithmetic. In 1942, average soldier was, say, 24. In 1946, looking to set up a family, he was 28, late but not too bad. Child by 30.  Many chn around 1948 onwards … Boomers.  So the soldier himself is maybe 37.  Soldier turns 70 in 1988, which is pretty much the last real, full-on war commemoration. I did those commemorations with the kids. A lot of time has passed since then … a lot. Hmmmm.  I never saw the end of the 80s as the end of the old guard, give or take … not at that time I didn’t.”

My focus, as mentioned, is becoming more and more on eras, on when things were ending but we were not aware at the time, for various understandable reasons.

I was thinking about my WN1, relevant age bracket 27 to maybe 37. You’ll also recall this youtuber I’ve been watching, named Jed Bila, US lady, very interesting history, url of maybe her most interesting topic further down here. New Yorker, talks with that nervous yet calm manner some of them have.

Her main shtick is dissing “modern young chicks”, uneducated, dumb, brainwashed, me me me, manhating when they don’t get their way.

Now, in the episode I’m referring to … HERE … she runs clips of these useless girls saying silly things, plus a young man in this particular one, plus a crying young lady who’s hitting the Wall now, alone, having invested everything in her “ejukation”, good job, money money money and to hell with men, just as the Fabian nasties in schools, plus leftist mothers, told her she had to.

As Jed Bila points out though … a woman peaks at 27 … looks, fertility, any financial power before they see she’s Peter Principle personified. Jed B is a woman of 46 … bright and on this mission.

However, my WN1 was in that zone JB mentions … starting at 27 and I’ll come out and say it … I’m thinking her peak as a person, as a human, where conflicting elements meet their median point … her point of maximum power, esp. in bed, might be 34. Then I thought more about it … after 34, her fertility starts dropping off in a safe way and after 37 really dips.

I’d say, and Jed also does in a way, that IVF is a nowhere, a consolation prize after 40. Now, she woke up very late … was on TV, Fox etc. … broke away, married and had the child at 40 … she says she only just got away with the closing of an era, was blessed to have a good man right at that time, she praises God, she says young women are being brainwashed, conned in so many ways and the result is the splitting of men and women, plus increasing fertility issues.

Now, in the light of the invaders, summed up in parlmt by that Mahmoud creature … the issues facing the indigenous here are massively important to the nation and to the west … they’re existential issues … and the young MUST WAKE UP before it’s too late.

Why do I not take up with a friend I just made in the last two days? Because of fertility for a start, also not sure she realises what I must be. Though men don’t have the menopause and I’m assuming all of us can still spring to attention … the quality of our seed diminishes after 40. Therefore, if we wish new progeny to have a sporting chance, we’re not in the game any more. End of.

So, I started thinking just when I did come to the end of being a viable procreator, in the light of the above? Well, it coincided with me flying back here, also the end of my parents’s era, though I never saw that at the time, otherwise I’d not have flown back. It also coincided with my new flame, plus job requirements … namely that I was fully employed and socking it away just then. A major downside was that my job was not conducive to meeting new procreators … there was a conjunction of circumstances.

Bitter regret that I’d never realised? Nope, how could it have been … I was too young and on the move then. All the above is me writing now, in later 2025. Just personally interesting methought. A further reflection now was that I ran into a tsunami of procreators not long after all that (all our birthdays, no), there was never a shortage of those interested … however I, myself, had left the run a bit late. Ho hum.

Bad choices along the way? Yes. But also some very good choices … 50/50 I’d say. So where’s all this going? Nowhere really … life’s been 50/50 for me … certainly no dead loss but also … hmmmmm … well. There it is.

Onto the next post soon.