There’s a common refrain among the ball-busting lounge lizards who frequent “Alpha Game” pissing contests, to the effect that only weenies obsess over techno-fantasy because they can only succeed in places where they don’t have to be intimidated by women. Yet, beneath the stench of jockstrap sweat, there is always a tremble in the voice of the manly tech-despiser.
Typing was women’s work and these business people, born in the 1930s and 1940s, didn’t scrap their way up the bureaucracy to be relegated to the very secretarial work they’d been devaluing all along.
Because — and here comes the psychological reason — they were not good at the work that their female employees had been doing. And that made them feel bad.
Thick-headed bozos have always despised anything that doesn’t cower and whimper when they sneer at it, which is why they prefer dogs and underdressed women. The Alpha Strategy System relies on the persistent insecurity of the unregenerate man who is never quite sure he’s made it, by pointing to hollowed-out fakes as examples of perfect evolutionary strategy. Yet, those same squids held up as social idols start squirming when confronted with real challenges that don’t involve shifting responsibility to someone else.
The second reason they were uncomfortable with it is that none of them knew how to type. And it wasn’t like they said, “Oh, I’ll have to learn how to type.” They were very afraid — I saw this first-hand — they were very afraid of appearing inept. Like, “You give me this thing, and I’m gonna push the wrong keys. I’m gonna fail.”