Here is neo-masculinity author Roosh v, presenting a critique of the “natural life”:
https://www.rooshv.com/the-rejection-of-natural-living?awt_l=DbHeX&awt_m=3hDbnrXM7RcrK0n&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=roosh+autoresponder&utm_source=roosh+weekly+broadcast
“When man moved from the village to the city, he traded bodily suffering for mental suffering, yet the sum of his suffering remained the same. If anything, he has chosen a new kind of suffering that is much harder to solve. It robs him of his sleep, blocks his ability to connect with the opposite sex, and silences the sound of the river. He believes he made a good deal as he sits in his air-conditioned office, but he’s sitting in an air-conditioned office, wondering how he will get his next hit of external stimulation and pleasure. Year by year, he is gradually taken away from anything resembling a natural life, trading it for one of excess, anxiety, and neverending cycles of self-help.
I punched through the urban life and see nothing on the other side. Ways to make it “better” or more “successful” only lead to more mental suffering, and yet I’m not exactly straining to move to the village, one that I’ve never lived in. While my mind is tough, my body is not. A lifetime of doing workouts in the gym, where I barely broke a sweat, has not prepared for me for life on the farm, and I doubt I’d make it even a month. I know that the sum of my suffering will not change if I move to the village, so I will stick with what I know, and tonight when I lay myself to sleep, after I put on my night mask and turn on my white noise machine, I hope that I won’t toss and turn too much.”
The guts of the piece is that urban life reads like it is one great computer simulation, and is unreal, which it is But rural life is too hard. Well, so much for neo-masculinity which was supposed to be about men remaking themselves, taking the hard way, and becoming hard again. If people like this cannot cut it, then the fate of the city will be their fate.