Grass Eaters The Next Phase Of Evolution?

I've read some fascinating articles lately on the Japanese phenomenon known as "herbivores" or "grass eaters," young men who renounce traditional roles and pursue their own interests in a quiet life of minimal effort with regard either to romance or to work. When considering how men have behaved since the dawn of recorded history -- e.g., killing each other or working ourselves into early graves for the benefit of women and children -- this mass retreat is nothing short of revolutionary, and it may very well point the way to the next phase of evolution.

I've written before that we are out of the jungle but the jungle is not out of us, since the reptilian hind brain perpetually threatens to emerge and destroy our delicate experiment with civilization (indeed, it has laid waste to our own within a brief fifty years of our allowing it to slither loose). With the herbivores, however, we witness the opposite trend as the frontal lobe is winning and pummeling the reptile into unconsciousness.  The frontal lobe is only a recent evolutionary development that until now has danced to the reptile's tune, with rare exceptions such as Isaac Newton and other geniuses. It's fascinating to see this young creature get the upper hand over its ancient parent on such a large scale. Feminism is a loud movement that demanded liberation from women's historical roles and continues to demand constant government intervention to change society to its liking. "Herbivorism" is a quiet movement that demands nothing, but rather shrugs and walks away from society.

Ironically (but unsurprisingly) it is the latter that has caused everyone to freak out. Herbivores are excoriated not only by women, but also by older men whose pride won't allow them to entertain the thought that they are mere beasts of burden. The familiar shaming language tells the herbivores to "man up," which means of course to re-assume their role as disposable tools, but they have chosen to live for themselves and won't budge even for the prospect of sex.

This leaves of course the question of reproduction and how Japan or any other society flirting with grass-eating can survive. Demographic implosion is surely a danger, but I'm wagering that the frontal lobe has a few more tricks up its sleeve and won't be defeated so easily. Perhaps a grass eater will unlock the secret of mortality and prolong life indefinitely. Or perhaps a grass eater will figure out how to create artificial wombs, such as imagined by Aldous Huxley in Brave New World, thus liberating reproduction from sex. There is no telling what wonders our minds, unhindered, could achieve at that point. Maybe Jesus was right: the meek will inherit the Earth!

It's unlikely I'll live to see how this shakes out, but for now I do enjoy the panic the grass eaters are causing simply by doing their own thing.