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the frat leader doesn't looksmax, he simply is. this is pure jouissance in its most traumatic form. this brute who probably drinks beer and eats pizza, who has never heard of canthal tilt is what Lacan calls the sinthome - the enjoyment the looksmaxer cannot integrate into his symbolic universe. so when the looksmaxer is frame-mogged, what dies is not merely his self-image, but the entire libidinal infrastructure of his subjectivity. he confrontscthe abyss: "what am I beyond my looks?" and the answer that echoes back is....nothing. pure void. and at the same time... pure ideology.

frame mogging in and of itself reveals the fundamental coordinates of contemporary capitalist subjectivity: you are not simply defeated by a superior physique. no, no, no. you must recognize your defeat. perform the ritual of humiliation, acknowledge that you have been "mogged." the pure surplus-enjoyment, the plus-de-jouir of the spectacle and so on and so forth but what we have here is even more fascinating. what we have here is the perfect case of what I call the "autocannibal subject" of late capitalism. the looksmaxer, an ontological edifice constructed on the basis of pseudo-scientific pornography of measurement and optimization, recessed suborbitals and upper maxillas and so on and so forth Clavicular is the Bolshevik functionary who knows all the theory, has turned revolutionary consciousness into a full-time job meeting a simple factory worker who embodies proletarian authenticity without ever having read a single word of Marx.

+rep

Very nice player to play with, thanks for the games, GL in BIG Academy (sorry about my missed AWP shots on D2 haha)

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