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Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

Whilst reading this piece at The Weekly Standard, decrying the so-called hook-up culture in which our nation’s youth is currently mired, I came very close to dying of hypoxia brought on by excessive yawning. Milk, cow–you don’t say? Yes, it is disturbing that some girls are attracted to serial-killers. Do go on.

I had nearly forgotten why I had started reading the essay in the first place, which was this jaunty pull-quote:

Some argue, though, that it is actually beta men who are the greatest victims of the current mating chaos: the ones who work hard, act nice, and find themselves searching in vain for potential wives and girlfriends among the hordes of young women besotted by alphas.

I wanted some context for that. Because my first thought upon seeing it was, “Well, I bet the short, pudgy, homely boys who can’t get a date will be happy to know that it’s not all their fault that–wait a minute. Short. Pudgy. Homely. Oh no. No, no–hold on a minute!”

As you might have guessed, that’s a pretty (superficially) accurate description of yours truly here–the guy whose stubby fingers are even now tapping away on the keys of this here pre-war on terror iBook. Frankly, I was mortified.

It’s not for my vanity that I take offense. I may quibble over such reductive terms as “beta man”, but I freely confess the rest. I am fat and homely and short indeed, and much worse besides (I don’t work all that hard, and I am not particularly nice). But, fine: Call me a beta male, plaster a list of my flaws across the billboards of the town, brand me a loser, a loaner, an inadequate waste of protoplasm–I am all that, and less, if you please.

But don’t use me as an excuse for your sex-fearing, pro-early marriage, anti-feminist tracts, dammit.

I can’t speak for anyone but myself, but I would really, really appreciate my “plight” not being used as a cudgel in any attempt to reassert the supposed superiority of 1950’s era sexual values. I happen to think that we’ve made some precious little progress since then, and I’d just as soon not be the putative rational behind rolling back what has been accomplished.

The idea that sexual freedom, even with all its complications and challenges, should be curtailed to create some kind of marriage-granting welfare program for the benefit of toads such as myself is, frankly, horrifying. I’d rather live alone in a cave with touch-sensitive explosives wired to my genitals, than live in the nightmare-world of the essay-writer’s description, where women aren’t allowed to associate with whomever they choose, where any partner I might find myself with is only putting up with me because she’s been shamed into a monogamy of last resort.

What is this, tee-ball? Where everybody gets a trophy no matter how badly they suck? Women are people, not prizes. And if guys like me are alone, it’s usually for one of two reasons: Either they want to be, or they deserve to be. (In some cases, it’s both.) We’re not entitled to anything. Liberty is a human right. Companionship is not.

I disagree with the point of view in this essay, period. And I am additionally disappointed that that point of view is allegedly being promoted for my benefit.

Of course, it’s not about little ol’ beta me; these screeds mostly claim to be fighting for women by wishing for a world where no choices–and, therefore, no bad choices–are possible. And that’s worse.

[Link via Jezebel]

| February 9th, 2010 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Gender, Politics | Tags: | Trackback | No Comments »



Easy Bleeder

Thursday, October 15th, 2009

Stephen Marche wrote a recent Esquire piece, wherein he posits (among other things) that the popularity of vampires in fiction is due to the fact that they are stand-ins for the gay men that young straight women want to have sex with.

After seeing a bunch of links to the piece, I was concerned that it was just one of the many responses to female fannishness that tends crop up every now and again. You know the ones I mean. They fall into two basic categories: The Incredulous (Why do women like this shitty, terrible thing?), and the Superior (Don’t worry, I know why women like this shitty, terrible thing).

But actually, though many find it almost irresistible to drag Marche’s piece to the Pillory of Snark (including myself, apparently), I have to admit it kind of made some points here and there. It’s not at all perfect (first draft?), but maybe there’s some value to be found.

At least near the beginning he was doing okay. Yes, it’s true that vampires in fiction are often metaphors for whatever social or sexual anxieties their authors (and their audiences) were dealing with at the time. And at the end Marche is making the case for hope: In the current explosion of vampire fiction he sees a group, once thought of as freaky monsters, starting to become accepted by a wider culture. Our acceptance of vampires, he claims, is a prelude to, or a parallel of, our acceptance of diverse sexual practices and orientations. And you know, I kind of hope he’s right about that. I just don’t think that he quite makes the case here. It could all just be a coincidence.

I don’t think it was a particularly good idea to include that bit suggesting that teenage girls lust after gay guys because they’re hot, but not risky. For one thing, who knows what teenage girls think? (Why there always seems to be a guy around who thinks he’s got the inside track on the teenage female mentality, I’ll never know.) But, for another thing, I just don’t see how this supports the conclusion Marche reaches in the end.

Are we supposed to feel hopeful about the idea of awkward teenage girls pinning their fantasies on unattainable gay males, as if they are the font from which all tolerance flows? If it means that those girls will eventually take their future boyfriends and husbands to the theater to see vampire movies, and that exposure somehow translates into gay acceptance, then maybe. But, somehow I think that grudging acquiescence, or an obligation to please one’s girlfriend will gain you much. That might sell more books and movie tickets, but it might also lead to quite a few more awkward, contentious moments between actual, real people, with tender, hurtable feelings. Um, yay? (But, perhaps this is where acceptance comes from? I don’t know.)

On the other hand, writing about that stuff was brilliant, because he sure got a lot of links, didn’t he?

| October 15th, 2009 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Books & Literature, Entertainment, Fandom, Gender, Pop Culture, Psychology | Tags: , | Trackback | No Comments »



Cause for Anger

Monday, February 23rd, 2009

A Daily Mail headline asks: Why do woman feel so ANGRY? [Emphasis in original.]

Dunno, haven’t read the article. But at a guess…

Gender-based pay disparity? The madonna/whore complex? Sexual double-standards? The culture of violence against women? The prevalence of the male gaze in all forms of entertainment? The fact that women are far more likely to be pressured into caring for elderly or disabled relatives than their male counterparts? Constantly dealing with people who deny or don’t recognize the existence of male privilege? That advertising is often tremendously sexist? That victims are blamed for being victimized? Evolutionary psychologists who use dubious science to reinforce old stereotypes?

This could go on all day. Let’s just click through to the article and have a look….

In this case, it seems to be a far more intricate essay than its title gives it credit for, in part about the fact that people are more likely to assume that a woman’s time is always available to demand a piece of, regardless of how busy she might be. There’s a lot more to it than just that, though. And I’m guessing the author didn’t select the title in question.

Also, the author’s husband sounds pretty useless, even if she adores him. I don’t think you should get to think of yourself as “enlightened”, guys, if you disappear when the puke starts flowing, or the diapers need changing, or the dishes need doing, or the food needs cooking, or your stroke-effected parent needs to have a bath, or any other unpleasant task comes up that can’t be bothered to be around for.

Times link via Fark. Where I fear to tread the comments.

| February 23rd, 2009 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Gender, Politics | Tags: , | Trackback | No Comments »



Fandom Makes Us Sad: The Saga Continues

Friday, January 16th, 2009

There’s a female acquaintance of ours who has a whole closet full of t-shirts that she can never wear. Because they have videogame motifs.

So what? you might ask. Well, she explained to me that, for some reason, a girl in a videogame shirt seems to convince a certain type of guy that he is perfectly entitled to deluge the girl with a cart-load of creepy, inappropriate familiarity. Gamers are not so rare (game publishing is a multi-billion dollar industry), and yet this single shared point of interest is suddenly justification for a smug, yet somehow completely incompetent, attempt at flirtation. She can’t wear any of those shirts because it would be like walking around with a big neon sign (only visible to a certain type of guy) that says “Hit on me!”; which is a pain in the ass, especially since — inexplicably — it is considered rude to rivet these guys’ knee-caps together.

My friend was once a member of a loose conclave of gamers. She found herself drifting away from them, however; the problem was, she said, that half of them ignored her, and the other half paid way too much attention to her. I suggested that she write this up on a blog or forum post or something, but she won’t, because she doesn’t want to have to read the bullshit idiocy it might draw in response.

What’s the point of mentioning this? Nothing, but perhaps consider this: There’s a reason that a lot of women don’t buy manga at comic book shops. There’s a reason that many choose to skip conventions. There’s a reason why female fandom has created a rich, complex network of Internet safe-houses, enclosed behind password protected forums, locked-off Livejournal posts, secret blogs, encrypted fanfic, and underground mailing-lists.

| January 16th, 2009 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Fandom, Gender, Pop Culture | Trackback | 1 Comment »



Kid Stuff

Wednesday, November 19th, 2008

So, this. From this.

The first link is to an article that’s subtitled, "A report from the chaotic postfeminist dating scene, where only the strong survive." Which should give you an idea of what it’s about. Now, perhaps it’s the jaded mien of a man nearing his dotage talking, but really, these kinds of essays are getting so bloody tedious, and the linkbait is losing its flavor. Still…

Jeff over at Alas, a Blog, and Megan at Jezebel have already responded far more adroitly than I ever could to the original article’s cavalcade of troglodytes, most of whom crept out of the woodwork in response to an earlier article’s assertion that many men are in a state of "prolonged adolescence", and that they are "child-men".

The fact that these guys so angry about their failures in dating is irritating. I don’t think "men" are baffled and bitter about all of this — I think that the specific men who got quoted as responding are, though. Thing is, their attitudes baffle me right back. They seem so invested in a mentality that’s so old fashioned, so outmoded, it’s like watching some guy arrive in modern-day Rome in a time-machine, and then get pissed off when nobody can tell him where the slave-market is.

I mean, I know they think that their railing against a "certain type" of woman, but in fact the source of their anger is their own expectations and bad judgement. Really, I suppose I can’t get too offended at the "child-man" piece because the guys she was describing were the same over-grown fratboys that I have never been close to. Tough break, fellas, but what do you expect? You can’t just slag off an entire gender, and then be lauded as rational, well-adjusted individuals, you know.

But that earlier article bothered me too, for different reasons than the jerks quoted in its sequel (hopefully). I suppose the real sticking point for me was this sentence: "For whatever reason, adolescence appears to be the young man’s default state, proving what anthropologists have discovered in cultures everywhere: it is marriage and children that turn boys into men."

If you’re going to make a blanket statement like that, then you’re actually making two rather broad judgements there; you’re also implying that it’s not a default state for women. Which is true — for some women. And, also false — for some women. The same might be said for men, but no, not in this article. Oh well.

But that "marriage and children turns boys into men" thing… that bothers me. (They used to say the same thing about war, too.) You can’t grow up if you don’t get married and have kids? You can’t be responsible and mature? Without a spouse and a brood, you can’t be taken seriously? I shouldn’t be surprise by this attitude, though: The idea that a person can be joyfully alone seems beyond imagining for some people.

In high school, guys without girlfriends are losers, and the stereotype of the sexless nerd sets in. Girls are pressured to have boyfriends, but not too many, and they should have sex with them except that absolutely not, no just go sit on that block of ice over there and eat your graham crackers. Unmarried women are treated as poor, unfortunate souls who must be just devastated that they haven’t gotten the ring, yet. Unmarried men are childish, commitment-phobes who refuse to grow up. And it just keeps going on like that, a kaleidoscope of inducements, peer-pressure, pejorative labels, the momentum of tradition, threats to one’s status — push, push, push.

This is what has always bothered me about relationships. It’s never just you and your partner who get into one: It’s always you, your partner, and society. And that’s not a three-way I’m comfortable with. For all the progress that we pat ourselves on the back for, the idea of a life without romantic relationships is still punished with the implication that the uncommitted will not be allowed to grow up.

And if so many people see marriage and parenthood as the trophies of adulthood — and if that adulthood is treated as the most exalted, elite level of human development, or the ultimate prize that one receives for following all of the rules — then one can’t help but wonder if those attitudes are a core influence behind the burning desire to deny gay people the right to possess those symbols. (Aside from religious zeal and childish body-horror.) Because, of course, it is useful to infantilize people you don’t like. Because you’re the adult here, and you’re the one who knows what’s best. And you can just dismiss ‘em, dumb kids. They don’t live in the grown-up real world, like you do.

But, if it all seems confusing and frustrating, cheer up. We’ve got a little bit more leeway in deciding for ourselves what being an adult is, and what are lives are for. Yes, it’s scary, and yes, there’s still a lot of pressure being put on us to stick to the script — but future generations will sort it all out, someday. I mean, by the time the world has to figure out whether or not Robosexuals should be allowed to get married, human-on-human relationships should be a snap.

| November 19th, 2008 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Gender, Miscellaneous, Psychology, Religion | Trackback | 1 Comment »



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