It’s Easier to Pause When You Don’t Have to Maximise Every Minute
The Guardian asks why an international “sex drought” has spared Denmark.
Good question. Except it’s not really about sex. Or Denmark.
That we don’t have as much sex as we did in the 1990s is an indicator — a warning light on a dashboard somewhere — of a deeper problem (and its solutions).
As well Denmark having a culture that’s kind to sexual minorities and isn’t shy about sexual conversation in general:
there’s no student debt in Denmark; students get paid more than €600 a month to study; it’s very common to take a year or often two out between school and university, so everyone’s more confident by the time they start studying.
Did you hear that? Young Danes aren’t stiffed by loans that can never be repaid. They’re even given a stipend. And time to breathe.
“It’s easier to pause,” a Danish student says, “when you don’t have to maximise every minute.” They’re more likely to go on a date, one of many activities a person might enjoy when they’re not run ragged by a joyless study-pay-work-pay-die system.
This Danish sex story is a case study to show (for the thousandth time) that people are happier and healthier and more alive when their prospects — and the fabric of everyday experience — aren’t destroyed by the juicing mechanism of The Trap.
The Trap, lest we forget, is set by the bastards who call themselves politicians and businessmen. Not by refugees. Not by dole scum. Not by your neighbours.
Until The Trap is destroyed by a lovely uprising, we’ll have to teach ourselves how to escape. Where The Trap presents you with debt and toil to the extent that you can no longer even enjoy your private parts, say “no thank you” and find a way out.
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AI is Stupid
From The Baffler:
As of 2025, 95 percent of companies that invested in [generative] AI did not profit at all from the investment […] As the tech journalist Edward Zitron estimated in his guide to the racket, by “the end of 2025, Meta, Amazon, Microsoft, Google and Tesla will have spent over $560 billion in capital expenditures on AI in the last two years, all to make around $35 billion.” That’s like spending $100 to make $6.25—and then doing it again and again, five billion times.
Upper-echelon tech bros are idiots.
If you’re bored by the ceaseless “AI”-related witterings of a media in thrall to these idiots, especially in light of the revelation above, read New Escapologist instead.
The Baffler, incidentally, is one of America’s few left-wing media outlets with any clout, yet it wrings its hands over the same topics as any business dad of the conservative press. “Is AI really coming for entry-level jobs first, and the rest of the workforce next?” it asks. Yawn.
The article doesn’t mention UBI once, the only seriously proposal for replacing Wage Slavery as a way to feed people. Their use of “bullshit” in the headline — a word generally reserved in work-related conversation for thankless drudgery since our David’s Bullshit Jobs in 2013 — is little better than clickbait. Neither the word nor the sentiment appears in the article.
I don’t think we mention AI once in the current edition of New Escapologist, and we’ll probably maintain our aloof and studious silence until someone convinces us that AI will help real people to escape their day jobs with an income intact.
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Attention America!
Americans! What with the various shipping problems we’ve been having between our two landmasses (not least the ridiculous cost), I’d like to recommend Magazine Café as a place to order New Escapologist in print.
They are a real-life brick-and-mortar store in New York City, so you’ll be supporting their pleasant enterprise as well as ours. Issues 18 and 15 seem to be in stock for $16.50 each with free shipping. There also seems to be a subscription offer.
Shall we try and sell them out? Hopefully that will mean they can order the next issue in larger quantities AND solve the logistical problem of getting the magazine onto American soil.
Other US stockists are available. I’ve just had good feedback about these guys and not all stockists offer a mail-order service.
Unscreened
Globally, on average, people seem to spend close to half their waking hours looking at screens, and among young people in the rich world the number is a good deal higher than that.
Isn’t that the saddest thing you’ve ever heard?
I don’t say screens are an inherently bad thing. They’re useful when you want to, you know, look something up on Wikipedia or type something or lazily read a few blog posts. But that’s bananas. To be clear, it says waking hours, not working hours. So in other words: half your life. Your LIFE.
This is your occasional reminder that you can at least escape social media if you want to, winning back at least two hours a day and therefore about 750 hours of your life each year.
I recently received some nice paper mail from Jonny, a New Escapologist contributor who has turned his Substack newsletter for writers (already a noble step away from the worst of social media) into a paper newsletter for anyone who requests it. It was lovely to get. My address had been typewritten on the envelope, the newsletter itself was simple and pleasantly laid out on a single folded sheet of A4, and I think he might have coloured in the letterhead (a pineapple) by hand. Thanks, Jonny.
It made me think about Analog Sea Review, a muscular and wilfully offline publishing enterprise. I pulled my copies down from the shelf and spent some pleasant time reading high-quality essays and poetry selected not by dubious algorithm but by a real person I trust.
When I searched for the “at least two hours a day” statistic cited above, the report it came from notes that “despite the apparent expansion of social media’s role in our lives, the amount of time that we spend using social platforms has actually declined over the past two years.”
So there is a pushback against this screen mania. Good.
More from the Guardian:
[we all] already have things we do and care about that put us beyond the reach of the algorithms. We all already know the deepest truth: that true human attention isn’t the click and swipe of screen time. True human attention is love, curiosity, daydreaming and taking care of ourselves and others.
The piece was written by a trio of activists called the Friends of Attention, another pillar of the resistance. They blame this screentime madness on “human frackers,” unscrupulous business interests who pump us full of crap to mine the resource that is our precious attention.
Get offline. Buy a nice notebook. Read books and magazines. Use the library. Walk.
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Letter to the Editor: Like a Dissatisfied Chimp
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Reader M writes:
Thanks, as ever, [for the newsletter]. There are thoughts on my mind right now…
Being somewhat short of cash again (again, again…), I’m learning to “want what I have” instead of what I don’t have. This has involved a joyful replay of my old LPs and CDs: old friends I forgot I had.
Time slowed down, as I wasn’t permanently clicking buttons like a dissatisfied chimp when the first ten seconds of a track failed to ignite my interest. I’ve now cancelled Sp*tify.
On a recent podcast, the host mentioned that they watch out for apps which “have access to them.” An interesting concept. I don’t access X, for example. IT accesses me. So true.
Keep fighting the good fight.
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Thanks M. Your LP and CD odyssey reminds me of Friend David Cain’s Depth Year. It puts quality over quantity, is cheaper, and more rewarding. Capitalism makes us want more,-more-more instead of appreciating what we already have. That includes wide open freebies like nature and good company, but since most of us were more rampant consumers in the past we’re probably also sitting on a wealth of recorded culture in the form of records and books and videos. In situations where we have more time than money, the solution is precisely as you describe. Go deep instead of wide for a while. That’s no defeat, it’s an opportunity to finally enjoy something instead of merely acquiring it.
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Chair of the Month
In doing research for Issue 19, I chanced upon a website called Work Design Magazine. I do not sneer at it: the world of work, after all, needs to be improved. If only for wage slaves to have somewhere nicer to plot their escapes.
Amazingly, they have a column called Chair of the Month in which they review a different office chair each time. It’s been running since March 2023.
One shouldn’t really be amazed. Of course a publication about office design would take an interest in chairs. It’s still funny though.
The granularity of special interest and trade magazines was precisely the spark that set off New Escapologist in the first place. Ours is a niche magazine for those engaged in plotting their escape. That’s supposed to be funny because it makes one wonder what the contents of such a magazine could possibly be, what our equivalent of “Chair of the Month” might be.
For anyone yet to buy a copy of our physical magazine, our columns include:
* Workplace Woes – in which our readers blow off steam about their crap workplaces
* Scarpernautics – the latest technical developments for those on the run
* Notices for Wage Slaves – a pin board for those still stuck in day jobs
* Master Flee – a letter from your Escapologist-in-Chief
We also print escape-relevant cultural reviews, lengthy feature articles that might concern escape artists, interviews with expert lock pickers, and thoughtful columns from those who’ve legged it.
Divorce Ring
Fancy ladies have been buying divorce rings.
Obviously it’s just another act of high consumerism, but it warrants a mention here as a way to honour an escape.
People also do it with tattoos.
I asked my wife for her take on the trend. She says “I think people should think about themselves a bit less.”
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On the other hand, New Escapologist Issue 18 is shipping now. Go! Go! Go!
Wee
I enjoyed this video about a tiny house in the Scottish Highlands.
In most ways it’s a pretty typical video for this channel, but the model of “have a tiny, safe, minimalist base while also travelling the world” is writ large and sweet.
When viewing YouTube videos, be sure to have the free version of AdBlockPlus installed as a browser extension and take this staggeringly simple precaution against allowing SHITE into your eyeholes.
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New Escapologist Issue 18 is available and shipping now. Go! Go! Go!
The Student Loan Trap
In Escape Everything! ten years ago, I said that student loans (that is: privately-arranged loans to be paid back with interest over the course of a working life) are a trap and should be illegal.
I stand by that. To me, it is a component of a system of indentured servitude in which you must work to pay off an unnecessary debt concocted for someone else’s financial gain.
They hit you while you’re young, before you know better, when you’re vulnerable or desperate and looking for a good start. Their power and presence prevent you from seeing any alternative. They get you on Day One.
The student loans system also ties education formally and systemically to work: get a degree, get a job. Never mind curiosity or self-improvement or the furthering of human capacity. Get thee to the grind and shut your face.
When I wrote that book, student loans were something in the region of £25k. My own student debt after graduating in 2004 was about £6k. Even though it was evil, a student loan was a trap you’d conceivably escape.
Today, the Guardian reports that:
Helen Lambert borrowed £57,000 to go to university and began repaying her student loan in 2021 after starting work as an NHS nurse.
Since then she has repaid more than £5,000, typically having about £145 a month taken from her pay packet. But everything she hands over is dwarfed by the £400-plus of interest that is added to her debt every month, thanks to rates that have been as high as 8%.
Her total outstanding debt had ballooned to more than £77,000 by the end of November, and it is set to get a lot bigger as there are another 25 years left of the 30-year repayment period.
The amounts of money we’re talking about here are staggering. How badly do we (as a society) want kids to want to be nurses? What are you going to make them crawl through?
It is classic Trap technology. Make them pay (twice!) for what they want after creating a system to fully control what they want in first place. Most people can’t see beyond the work/earn system: we lack an adequate vantage point and most people really think they want to work, to the extent that you can charge them for it. With interest. For thirty years.
In other words: unless you’re an impossibly high earner, you’re in a pitcher plant.
Luckily, there’s a solution of sorts. Don’t try to pay the loan back. Unpaid student debts are cancelled after 30 years.
Save the Student, a student money website, says that unlike most other types of debt, “it’s not always the best idea to make extra repayments … It’s unlikely you’ll repay your loan in full before it is cancelled, so making the extra repayments just means you’ll be paying back more than you need to in the long run”.
There’s no moral reason to pay back this sort of loan. It shouldn’t have been lent to you in the first place. Your creditor is a large, servitude-enforcing corporation. They won’t be hurt by your failure to pay them back. And, anyway, if you can hurt them you probably should. They’re evil.
Unfortunately, if you’re successful in getting a job, you’ll have to pay some of the loan back because a sum will be deducted automatically from your pay. Even though the loan was privately arranged, the government slurp it out of your earnings as a tax-like deduction. Refusing to work, of course, is a good way to avoid that. But that’s rather a shame when you specifically set out to become a nurse.
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Escape traps like an un-pro. New Escapologist Issue 18 is available now.
LEGALIZE LOITERING
These hideous internet memes come from Da Share Z0ne, which recently passed its tenth anniversary.
If you’re not sure about them, Dazed magazine explains:
Explaining a joke is like dissecting a frog, as the old saying goes. You understand it better, but the frog dies in the process. […] That’s especially true for a gag operating on so many concentric levels of irony as Da Share Z0ne, for whom the frog metaphor here, a mixture of badass and depressing, is particularly apt
They’re also resolutely (and relentlessly) on the side of Escapologists:
