Lynn Gazis-Sax of Noli Irritare Leones, reflecting on Hugo Schwyzer’s recent post endorsing the idea that orientation might be somewhat plastic after all raises a really important distinction.
Mutable and malleable aren’t the same thing. One of the reasons that the APA removed homosexuality from its list of mental illnesses was that reparative therapy, despite repeated efforts, really did have a super lousy track record (the other reason was, of course, that psychiatrists became less willing to believe that homosexuality was particularly broken). It still does. But people do sometimes shift along the Kinsey scale. Not generally from one end to the complete opposite, but still enough to be significant. Sexual orientation is sometimes mutable, but does not appear to be as malleable as it is mutable; no one has found a way of consciously changing it that works with any regularity at all. And those people who do experience shifts appear to experience them in unpredictable ways, that you can’t bottle up and use to get the same result in someone else.
That’s the distinction I was missing in, this post about the absurdity of people worrying about “protecting” heterosexuality, for instance, when trying to explain my conviction that orientation is innate.
Since I think orientation is a lot more complex than we’re led to believe I’m perfectly comfortable with it’s being mutable — that who we’re attracted to can shift over time. I’m not comfortable, however, with the idea that orientation is malleable — that one can externally influence another to change what they desire unless they’re ready at that point in their life to be disposed to that influence in the first place.
Paleoanthropologist John Hawks has more news that’s bound to be a disappointment to those who found their ideologies on the presumption that males in general, and human men in particular, are psycho-bio-accountants when it comes to providing paternal care only to offspring they know beyond all doubt is “theirs.”
The value of long-term field studies: Christophe Boesch and colleagues report on adoption in the Taï Forest chimpanzee study population — where more than 30 years of observations have produced 18 well-defined cases of adoption of orphaned individuals. They considered “adoption” to be the provision of maternal care (e.g., carrying, feeding, food sharing, defense) for more than two months. It’s possibly unfortunate terminology, as it leads to headlines like mine. Yet it is really interesting behavior.
It would be nice to say that these cases represent 18 happy endings, but these adoptions did not increase the probability of survival compared to orphaned individuals who did not receive ongoing care. There were a couple of cases where females breastfed orphaned infants “for many years,” but there seem to be several sad stories too.
Sometimes, the care for the orphaned juveniles was given by males:
Remarkably, all adult males of the East Group that adopted young orphans went a step further by investing in unweaned small infants and carrying them dorsally during travel for many months (see Figures 3 and 4 of Porthos with Gia) (Table 3). Since, Taï chimpanzees walk about 8 km per day on average, this represents a notable investment. Porthos’ adoption of Gia lasted for 17 months, until his death due to Anthrax, and he was seen to carry her even in extremely risky situations, such as during encounters with neighboring communities [26]. Furthermore, some males were seen to share their night nest with their adopted infant (Table 3). Fredy, the 3rd ranking male of the East Group, adopted Victor, the son of Vanessa, who died from Anthrax in late December 2008, and shared his nest with him every night, carried him on his back for all long travels, and shared the Coula nuts he opened from December 2008 to July 2009. For example, on February 17th, Fredy cracked 196 Coula nuts for 2h05mn and shared pieces of 79% of them. This gives a measure of the altruistic investment made in an unrelated infant.
That sounds pretty amazing. I think it’s very relevant to human evolution, as orphaning must have been very common with the high mortality rates of the past.
Hawks doesn’t mention it but according to the original author’s abstract, half the orphans were adopted by male chimps.
The proposed driver for this and other prosocial behavior, at least among chimpanzees, would be responses to heavy predation by leopards. That could be relevant for evolution of social behavior in humans as well since leopards have been big predators of primates for many millions of years.
Both Hawks and the original authors are very careful to point out that you really can’t draw simple, straight-line correlations between different species, but to the extent (cough*sociobiology*cough*evolutionary-psychology*cough) you do it’s something else you’re probably going to take into account while spinning yarns about, oh, all sorts of just-so stories. Like about maternal investments in offspring, paternal investments in offspring, the tendencies for animals with complex cognitive behavior being highly influenced by specific genes.
Especially if you’re going to go throwing those genes around by way of justifying explaining antisocial and/or animal-like behavior in humans in general, and men, women, and children in particular.
Y’know, this is an idea that goes way, way, way back. If you hadn’t read a lot of history, or you didn’t remember the days before feminism took off, you might get the idea that feminists just made it up for something to blame men for. But no, going back gazillions of years (ok, thousands anyway) it’s been a well-defined crime with (often) rather breathtakingly extreme punishments.
Resist for a moment the temptation to reflect on Freud’s sociological observation that cultures often assign the harshest punishments for those activities ordinary members most wish to do. Reflect instead on the interesting phenomenon that pretty much across the board (except maybe for a handful of MRAs and Laura Sessions Stepp) folks agree (and the evidence suggests) that men are the perpetrators in pretty much all violent sexual assaults and a pretty large majority of non-violent or indirect ones.
Resist also the temptation, if you’re a man or, more generally, if you’re triggered by stereotyping declarations of the form “all X are Y.” (That’s going to be a separate post.)
And finally resist the (no-doubt strong for some) temptation to point out the almost certain difference between the number of actual vs. reported, or even recognized cases where non-men employ so-called “gray area” exercises of power to sexually subjugate someone else.
Reflect instead on the question of why.
Resist, at least for the moment, to say anything about its being self-evident, obvious, or (don’t even go there) something to do with genetic imperatives men might have to “spread their seed.” Especially resist anything along those lines if you’re inclined to argue (as I tend to be) the underlying similarities between male and female human beings.
By the time I was in middle school I was violently sexually assaulted twice (without “penetration” either time, not that that matters by any modern definition of rape or sexual assault), once by a young woman when I was pre-school aged (maybe 4 or 5), once by a young man when I was in 7th or 8th grade (maybe 14.) As I reflect on those two instances I don’t really see that much difference. Certainly not in my own experience. And, at least based on confused but vivid memories, not in the overall behavior of my assailants. (Although at a more granular level in the first case the girl seemed more interested in experimenting with cruelty and in the second the boy seemed to be trying to reassert status or pass along a humilation of his own.)
So anyway, although I’m aware of the extreme folly of trying to turn anecdotes into data I’ve got this really strong feeling that at least to the extent that rape and sexual assaults are expressions of power rather than lust. And given that women no less than men are perfectly capable of abusing power (and, even if it really was about lust or some other sexual frustration and not power women are also perfectly capable of both those feelings as well.) And witness further that whereas the average man might be larger or stronger than the average woman it’s the case that there’s considerable overlap with the result that any number of women are individually larger and stronger than any number of individual men.
And yet we’re looking at these completely out of balance numbers of men vs. numbers of women who commit sexual assault.
I’m not saying there aren’t perfectly good answers. And maybe after a good night’s sleep I’ll wake up and feel really stupid for even wondering about it.
But at the moment it’s like where you say the same word or phrase over and over and over and suddenly they lose meaning and just become sound. I completely get that the numbers are out of balance. I can even see that they should be out of balance. But for the life of me, at the moment, I’m not getting why they’re so out of balance.
Any and all answers are welcome in comments, providing, of course, you first resist for a moment the aforementioned temptations.
In a perfectly lovely, long post on complications of our casual understanding of the term “casual sex” Lynn Gazis-Sax of Noli Irritare Leones shines a bright spotlight on what’s got to be the biggest source of wariness about it (italic emphasis mine, bold emphasis hers.)
But before I get to sex, I need to talk about not-sex, because that has a lot to do with my visceral reactions to what people call, variously, “casual sex,” “one-night stands,” “hookups,” “flings,” “no strings attached,” etc. In particular, I’m thinking of a particular kind of not-sex: the stream of not particularly welcome overtures, from people not particularly willing to care about my response, that started with the obscene phone call from an apparently adult man when I was just a kid, including the guy who tried to grab me on the street when I was still not quite legal, the shouts in the street from groups of men, the drunk at the swimming pool whose wife kept apologizing for him, etc. Because the thing about these unwelcome, uninvited, boundary pushing approaches is that, though the men making them were very much a minority among the men I met in general, they were a much larger set of the men who were approaching me for no strings sex.
Mild-reflex reservations aside (reflex says it sounds like she’s stereotyping, reflection says not) I think this is the $64,000 problem. There really are at least two types of people interested in “casual sex” and one of those two types is very different from the other one.
Fairly or unfairly, it’s very, very easy to see how involvement, even glancing involvement, with individuals from one group could make you wary about the whole approach.
Lynn really crystalized the difference.
The flip and/or “sex positive” solution is to say stuff like “well, it’s unfair to judge my intentions by the actions of of others.” This is perfectly true — thus my mention of reflex reservations, above.
It’s also, unfortunately, 100% victim-blaming.
So it occurs to me that if you enjoy the idea of casual sex then it’s your responsibility to challenge, aggressively and consistently, the actions and intentions not of the victims but of the perpetrators.
You see a guy cat-calling someone from a window? Hear a guy in a dorm, frat, office, or party talking about spiking the punch with odorless/tasteless PGA, let alone roofies? You hear someone saying “cash, grass, or ass, nobody rides for free?” You see someone with a “shut up and suck” t-shirt? You see someone not taking no for an answer whether out of cluelessness, drunkenness, eagerness, privilege, arrogance, impatience, or barely-suppressed rage at the entire class of people they’re sexually oriented towards? You hear someone running someone else down for their weight, or for their body parts, or their (real or hypothesized) sexual behaviors or proclivities, someone referencing another strictly in terms of their sexual utility instead of their humanity? You see or hear any of that you’re not just seeing the oppression of their intended victim. You’re seeing your own oppression.
By convention you don’t have to do or say anything when you see that kind of oppression. But don’t imagine it has nothing to do with you.
Holly of The Pervocracy says
I so often hear sex described in terms of genitals. Sex is all about penis and/or vagina, and everything else is trappings. (Especially for men, because lol men only want warm holes lol.) This is, to me, a bit like saying running is something you do with your feet. Feet are important for running, yes, but if you think your arms and hips and lungs and heart just sit there…
I like this paragraph a lot. Progressive sex educators spend a reasonable amount of time pointing out that there’s more to sex than penis-in-vagina intercourse. And that’s perfectly true. What I like about Holly’s perspective is that penis in vagina intercourse isn’t just about penises and vaginas either.
Intern Katy in a blog-roundup post at Jezebel says
Katynels posted an article titled “Why is there no female Tiger Woods?“ in which Richard Cohen writes: “women seem not to have the evolutionary urge to couple with cheaply dressed strangers. They have a stronger need to mother – to have a child and then raise that child.” Yup, he really breaks down the whole Tiger Woods-sex-scandal thing to Darwinian urges. Reductionist, but topical!
Riiiggghht. See, there’s this one guy, this Tiger Woods guy, who’s biological imperative makes him do this stuff that…
...he’s embarrassed and ashamed of enough to hide… even though it’s some kind of genetic imperative, as pre-determined as growing fingers on the end of your hands during fetal development, right?
And (at last count anyway) there’s, like, eight or nine women who’ve come forward to admit they “coupled” with this toolbagishly dressed stranger.
So… One guy who sleeps around, eight women who sleep around, and this guy stands there with is bare face hanging out talking about evolutionary urges.
And yeah, yeah, the “evolutionary argument” is that, well, those women don’t count since they’re just opportunity maximizing [insert random gendered derogatory term here] instead of being proper women.
But…
But…
Look, point being this guy Cohen can’t just go around claiming men are going around doing stuff with individuals he’s claiming have no, zero, none “natural” interest in anything but “a stronger need to mother – to have a child and then raise that child” when… pretty clearly… for every man who’s promiscuous with multiple hetero partners there sort of by-definition have to be a corresponding umber of women to be hetero partners with!
At some point it stops being about morality, or “science” and starts being about arithmetic.
(Also, gee, maybe Tiger Woods is all ashamed and upset because despite his promiscuity he loves his wife and children and doesn’t want to be separated from them. Which ought to be its own post.)
Finally, I’ll stop ranting about Evolutionary Psychology as soon as they stop making the kind of errors in logic and rhetoric that would get, say, a anthropologist, chemist, or dental hygiene student flunked out their freshman year. Because stuff like this matters. It slurs actual men and snubs real women and creates expectations that serve no one.
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Just following up on my earlier post, Domestic Experience and Being Taken for Granted: It’s Not a Gender Thing, It’s Situational, the other, obvious thing is that it’s all my side of the story.*
Because if I would say the floor is not a closet my partner would say the dining room table (where I work) is not a recycling bin. And if I groused out loud to my children about them not liking the lunches I make them to take to school, my children would suggest they’d make lunches for themselves if I didn’t crab so much about the mess. And so on. And my children and partner would all probably say that when I’m not cooking, cleaning, shopping, managing their homework and/or computer time, or snuggling them at bedtime I’m nose-deep in a book, or laptop, or a musical instrument.
The point here is that we all have visions of how our lives are supposed to be, and part of that vision includes the roles we take on, the tasks we see as needed, and our understanding of how people around us to perceive what we do.**
In other words we don’t just stereotype other people we stereotype ourselves.
There’s nothing specifically wrong with stereotyping, by the way — our brains would slow to a crawl if we had to look at every instance of every thing as completely unique and previously unencountered. What is wrong, though, or at least unproductive, is to mistake our stereotypes for reality and either forget to examine and update them when reality conflicts with them… or, worse, to ask reality to adjust to our stereotypes. Including, our stereotypes of ourselves.
* By the way, no, I wasn’t prompted to mention this. :-)
** The Two Rules of Desire and the whole no-sex class thing work this way. Our expectations of how the world works condition us to miss cues that are given, and see cues that are not. Hilarity rarely ensues.
I hinted at this in a previous post a week ago but it’s worth calling out again. Jill Filipovic of Feministe said
I get that the point of the article is that feminism shouldn’t focus on purity — you can still be a feminist and do things that seem counterintuitive to feminism. I agree! But emphasizing all the stereotypically feminine things that women can do while still calling themselves feminists only seems to lend credence to the idea that the stereoptical feminist — who is “masculine” and queer and mouthy and not conventionally attractive — is not the kind of woman we want to be. And that’s a problem.
You probably don’t need to follow the link to figure out the context. It’s a great reply to the general problem of “I’m not a feminist but…”
Lately I’ve been trying to more directly engage with MRA- and other anti-feminist attitudes in other on the web and in the world and I gotta say that wall to wall it’s like the “No True Scotsman” fallacy out there.
What’s weird is a lot (though definitely not all) of those guys are willing to agree with a lot of in-all-but-name feminist principles, from anti-sexism, to anti-rape, to equal pay, to respect for decisions, to acknowledgment of the right to choice. And yet… they’ll end up, over and over, saying “but Teh Real Feminists are men-hating menaces.”
So it’s not making the job of engagement any easier when effectively the same sentiment shows up on our side too.
Summary: Part one of a two-part post. Gender assumptions interfere with… and sometimes outright blind.. our understanding of heterosexual infidelity.
Echidne of the Snakes on an article about Tiger Woods and “why men cheat.” She points out that numerically speaking for heterosexual men to cheat there sort of have to be heterosexual women cheating too.
I guess the question of why people cheat isn’t as interesting as the question why men cheat, especially men who are rich and famous and can have as many girlfriends as they wish, right? That’s the hook in the story, my dear reader.
But the hook only works as long as those girlfriends are viewed in the abstract, in the way we’d discuss fast cars or expensive wines, the other kinds of things rich guys can have which poor guys only dream about. Women get objectified in that view, though, and if you step away from the objectification you end up with a story about why people cheat.
I think Echidne really nicely articulates the problem of gendered assumptions: it’s enough to know that men cheat because, the assumption goes, only men exercise sexual agency. Similarly it’s unnecessary ever to examine who exactly they might be cheating with. Or why.
The dominant paradigm has it all wrapped up. To explore further would only rock the boat.
Of course I think it’s always a great time to rock that particular boat.
Both of them, actually, since not only would it be a good idea to critically examine our assumptions about women’s agency (in cheating and otherwise) it’s not like our assumptions about men are exactly anchored in bedrock either. Discuss! Research!
Suzie of Echidne of the Snakes turns a standard cliché about women’s underwear on it’s head, to good effect. (She’s quoting a Frisky post.)
“Typically, girls wear sexy underwear at all times because, even if we know no one is going to see them, we just feel better about ourselves when we know we look pretty underneath.”
My new questions: Is it possible for a woman to feel good about herself without wearing sexy underwear? Is the Frisky satire or a sign of the apocalypse?
Suzie also discusses, um, widely differing views on the meaning of black underwear. She says for a lot of women it means “I’ve got my period” since it doesn’t stain. She finds a link to a guy who feels it means he’s going to get laid.