I’m a lover of domestication of males. I love routine household chores because the man doesn’t have to think about the task too much. It’s better when men don’t think too much. They should just live in the moment, being of service to their queen.
Of course Orwell was warning us about a dystopia, whereas I am celebrating an (attainable) utopia.
What's the term for it, "cognitive dissonance"?
When I'm in captivity, I get intensely excited when I'm near my owner. I have an overpowering urge to please her. Maybe it's a vain hope that she will let me out, or maybe the frustration at not being able to please myself is manifesting into action.
Yes, that's exactly what the cage is supposed to do, of course. But the more agitation results in greater attentiveness and more begging to please my owner orally. She has less and less incentive to let me out. I snap to attention when she talks, come quickly when ordered, and do every casual chore she cares for.
I can't back off and pretend I'm not interested, or disobey a single thing she says, though I've halfheartedly tried. It's a real pickle.