With the rise of life-saving pharmaceuticals over the past 50 years, human beings, like a kid on nitrous oxide, have sought the floating high of hedonism for decades.
Want the pleasure of life without the uncomfortable? Just take a pill!
In the June 10th issue of The New Republic, contributing editor Tim Wu wrote an article titled “The Love-Control Pill” for the A More Perfect World column. Wu explains that:
In a more perfect world, there’d be a pill—the love-control pill—that suppresses, for short periods of time, the neurotransmitters that generate unwanted emotional bonds. Take it before a night out and do what you like without risking the usual messiness.
“The usual messiness”? Would that be eros, the feeling of romance, the inspiration for Shakespeare’s sonnets? Aphrodite’s contribution to the Earth? Song of Songs’ entire basis, the raciest book of the Bible?
Unfortunately, the worst tool of this phenomenon has become artificial contraception, “one of feminism’s greatest wins.” (It’s also a great win for men around the world, but that’s a separate post.)
Artificial contraception enabled us to believe that we could control everything. First, it was procreation. Consequently, we began creating children in test tubes. That conveniently led to the harvesting of all those dud zygotes for their stem cells. Now we can even genetically screen our preborn babies for any physical or mental malady.
What a brave new world we live in.
Tim Wu wants us all to be sex robots. No thanks; I’ll gladly take my crazed, irrational, passionate, heavy-handed, self-conscious romance. At least it means feeling something without a pill.
With all the technology that we have and its infinite potential for good, we shouldn’t try to eliminate the most beautiful aspects of life, especially romantic love.
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