Libertarians are fond of pointing out that what would’ve been beyond the material dreams of the most powerful nobles in medieval Europe are taken for granted by minimum wage menial workers today–the power of hundreds of horses, not merely heated floors but heated everything, fruit out of season, etc. To lament contemporary material want is thus perceived as a kind of existential ingratitude.
Come the sexbot revolution, will the same be said about those at the bottom of the sexual market hierarchy? You have your MonRoebot and you’re complaining? Henry VIII couldn’t have hoped for what’s at your beck and call, and if you cut her head off, no one cares. We used to boink pillows, you know!