Liberalism is the contemporary form of aristocratic pretension–it’s what the better people are obliged to profess in order to pass themselves off as quality.
The panoply of liberal tropes have one thing in common: the pretense to uncommon moral refinement. Being a liberal consists largely in making a display of your exquisite sensitivity. This is often referred to as virtue-signalling and it is, but it is important to be clear about what precise virtue liberal virtue signalling signals. Invariably, it is the possession of an uncommon sensitivity to the plight of the uncommon, which liberal rhetoric designates as “marginal.” Liberal fervor is at root a fervor to achieve uncommonness, to be recognized as special, as a member of an elite.
Today, the easiest way to achieve this uncommonness is by professing support for the empowerment (phallicization) of women and the disempowerment (castration) of men. The very perversity of this position guarantees its exclusivity. You notice this quality of perverse exclusivity in everything that liberals profess to value, be it food, art, clothes, cars, or beer. Even when liberals admit to liking things that ordinary people like, they make a point of encapsulating their appreciation in irony. The commonest, kitchiest things are rescued from their commonness and consumed uncommonly, in a way that is superior to the way ordinary, dumb mortals consume them.
The paradox of how liberals, who are predominantly white, can profess disdain for white men is resolved if we understand that liberals see themselves as exempted from that debased racial category by virtue of their morally superior sensibility. For liberals, hatred of white man is not self-hatred but a means to achieve elevation above the commoners.
Likewise, the seeming paradox of privileged liberals posing as victims of “patriarchy,” racism, and “heteronormative” prejudice is resolved when we understand that what liberals understand by oppression is their lingering sense of their own phoniness. This is what the peasants have to answer for–that they make liberals feel bad about themselves. The entire liberal project is essentially an attempt to legislate the normalization of phoniness.
The liberal nightmare is that one of these days the commoners will rise up and force their inclusion in political discourse, which to liberals would be tantamount to ravishment. Perhaps this ravishment is something liberals secretly crave, hoping it would free them from the narcissistic prison of their hoity-toity uncommonness. That would explain the liberal obsession with sexual harassment, an obsession that combines an exaggerated estimation of the hysteric’s allure with a covert longing for a rough man to rescue her from her frigid loneliness.