Our brilliant human minds have spent our entire existence trying to overcome this hard-ness. And I wonder, as technology makes things easier and easier- have we grown less able to put in the work to attain what really satisfies?
I’m thinking specifically right now of the internet age and the dawning of the AI era we find ourselves in, and relationships with other humans,
In a New York Times essay by Rachel Drucker, “Men, Where Have You Gone? Please Come Back.” she notices how women seem to be retaining the desire to be together in person but men are disappearing from the social world. She recounts dinners out with a noticeable lack of men and women on dates together. The women are there socializing, but where are the men? I haven’t personally spent enough time looking around at other people restaurants to be able to agree or disagree with her observations, and what I am exploring today is an idea that applies more broadly than just to the heterosexual male. Drucker formerly worked on the business side of the online pornography industry so she brings an interesting perspective that I think applies far more broadly than she explores here in the context of the heterosexual male.
I came to understand, in exact terms, what cues tempt the average 18-to-36-year-old cis heterosexual man. What drew him in. What kept him coming back. It wasn’t intimacy. It wasn’t mutuality. It was access to simulation — clean, fast and frictionless.
In that world, there’s no need for conversation. No effort. No curiosity. No reciprocity. No one’s feelings to consider, no vulnerability to navigate. Just a closed loop of consumption.
What struck me most wasn’t the extremity of the content; it was the emotional vacancy behind it. The drift. The way many men had quietly withdrawn from intimacy and vulnerability. Not with violence or resistance, but with indifference.
They weren’t sitting across from someone on a Saturday night, trying to connect. They were scrolling. Dabbling. Disappearing behind firewalls, filters and curated personas. And while they disappeared, women continued to gather. To tend. To notice who wasn’t arriving — and to show up anyway.
This morning my husband was describing to me the mental shenanigans that assaulted him at 3:30 am regarding a coworker who is hard to work and communicate with. Our conversation then turned to his contemplations about AI and the future and a fascinating conversation about it that he had with a chatbot yesterday that overall left him with more concerns than he started with.
People are hard. Communicating with other people is hard. Not knowing what someone is thinking as you are conversing with them, not being able to clearly articulate what you think, feel, and want to say, conflicting viewpoints, not feeling listened to or appreciated and valued, trying to craft your words so the other person will hear it in the intended spirit- all these things are so, so exhausting. Work. And the internet/social media world is so alluring. I want to retreat where no one will bother me, scroll, make snappy comments on friends posts, read the interesting articles that catch my eye and watch the animal reels.
ChatGPT has its pitfalls and hallucinations and energy use concerns but despite those things I keep feeling myself drawn back because of the ease of answers. It’s less work than googling. I have a simple question and I want a quick answer and it’s easier than wading through a page of search results. I just saved one minute and 45 seconds, hurrah. And the age of google saved me the trouble of walking to the library or trying to think of someone I knew that might know and calling them up and asking them. And what have I saved all this time for? My screen use statistics suggest I have saved it to fritter it away… scrolling, commenting, and watching animal reels
AI chatbots have another handy advantage. They are always there, ready to talk about anything, there are no feelings involved. You can have a pretty in-depth discussion it about anything you want to know. You don’t have to consider whether it’s busy or feeling like talking right now or if the expression on its face suggests openness or hostility. It answers right away and you aren’t left wondering during a long silence if it’s just thinking or you said something that offended it. It doesn’t bother you with its tone or make you wonder if it is implying something personal with its answer.
Do you see where I am going with all this? We have just been handed a new technology on a golden platter that draws us even further down the path of temptation to withdraw from each other into an easy existence that also makes us miserable and lonely because we were made for each other. We used to have no choice. Work through your differences and work together or you will probably die because it takes more than one person to do the hard work of living and getting all you need to live. Living required doing all kinds of hard things every single day and asking for help a lot. Now we can escape most of that and I think it is likely that we are losing the skills to do those hard relational things that take years and years of practice and maturing and tears and joy. If our kids grow up in this easy online world with no experience persevering through the work it takes to have a relationship with another human, I can’t see much dating, marriage, or raising another generation happening, right? It’s grim prospects for humanity.
I don’t have answers. I don’t know whether humans will adjust and thrive to this new world or implode into a bleak dystopia. I just know that for me it takes a daily hard pull to not spend so much time in the land of online ease whenever I have a break, where my mind and attention start dissolving and I feel my thinking skills atrophying. I have to keep thinking about these things to have any hope of being who I want to be, which is a person engaged with other people in reality, engaged with my children, showing them it’s worth it to be with other people, that doing hard things can be much more rewarding than doing easy things.