The “Meterosexual” has been replaced by the “Spornosexual”. You’ve seen him. He is the male that inhabits gyms, pumps his body up, and tans and grooms himself purely for show.
A cynic might describe his physical body as essentially “useless.” And “useless” is not the way we want to be described. “The protestant work ethic” — so entrenched in America, at least — tells us that man is only truly valuable when he is “productive.” Personally, I disagree. The sentiment is utilitarian, even communist. Worse. It lacks style.
Don’t get me wrong, I want artists, athletes, etc., to be productive. But I don’t want their art to serve a purpose. “All art is quite useless,” said Oscar Wilde, not because he was against art, of course, but because he wanted to make it clear that we need things whose sole purpose is aesthetic. Because, aesthetics, in his view, is the highest expression of society. Likewise, Japanese author Yukio Mishima comments in Sun and Steel that “bulging muscles are as unnecessary as a classical education is to the majority of practical men. Muscles have gradually become something akin to classical Greek.” It is the lack of function that gives muscles, art, etc., a purpose.
I remember being shocked, many years ago, on hearing a snobbish, upper-Middle Class lady on British television. She was saying — in her very posh voice — that churches should be turned into “something useful.” I’m not a Christian, and the point I am making is not about Christianity, or about religion.
But I’d ask you to imagine a society where only “useful” things are valued — no art, no sculpture, no cool graphics, no music, no subcultures, no fashion, no styles, no humor, no laughter, and a very much reduced diction. Such societies have been tried — and were brilliantly depicted in Orwell’s 1984 — and they don’t work. What we need, deep down, is what is functionless, what is useless — the beautiful.
I acknowledge that I can see the degeneracy in the “spornosexual”, in the obsession of men to build up their physical bodies, but I see it precisely where they do not do it not to create beauty, but merely to snag an attractive mate, or to obscure their insecurities. They make the useless useful, and degrade it by that fact. Muscles can have a use, it turns out.
But the highest purpose of muscles is to pursue what has been called “The Way” (Tao): to elevate the mind through the body and experience the spirit. Whether that occurs through martial arts, athletics, sport, and so on, it doesn’t matter, what is required is that the individual is orientated to something higher than himself, and that there is, as such, an element of danger.