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Longing: Jealousy as a Feeling of Unbearable Lightness

Mon, 2011-07-18 15:06

DVD cover from Criterion Productions. Cached as a bandwidth-conserving courtesy
Unbearable Lightness of Being DVD cover from Criterion Productions.

In comments to my post A Prudish Libertine's Thoughts on Jealousy, which is short enough to restate in its entirety: "One of the things I've learned as a reluctant but sincere monogamist is that a heck of a lot of what we construct as jealousy amounts not to possessiveness but longing," Ms.Inconspicuous said

"Can you elaborate on this please; what you mean by longing?"

I began to reply in comments and realized it was turning into a separate post.

As far back as my first long-term relationship in high school what I usually felt and called jealousy was about wishing for something that wasn't happening, and wasn't going to happen, and maybe even couldn't happen.

When my first girlfriend came back from a college course saying "I met this guy and we had sex so now I have to break up with you" it didn't bother me at all that she'd met someone, or that she'd had sex with them. It was that it meant (to her!) that we couldn't have our relationship too. It wasn't "hey, she's mine, nobody else can have her," it was a feeling of longing for what could no longer be.

Like when a friend I had a crush on hooked up with someone else. It wasn't that I didn't want them in each other's arms, it's that I wanted her in my arms too. It wasn't "hey, she shouldn't want to be with anyone but me." Instead it was a feeling of longing for a sense of closeness *right now,* even if I knew (as we could know such things in those days) that another night she *would* be with me.

And even now, to use an example from Ms. Inconspicuous's blog, even though I'm happily in a relationship when I hear her describe lying in bed with a lover, away from the world, reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being between bouts of sex and melting ice cream I'm filled with an impractical ache to do that with her. It's not that I think "it should have been me instead of him," and *certainly* isn't "it should be her instead of my partner!" Not at all. Instead it's knowing her and liking her even through the little windows of her writing, and longing to have known her better... known her well enough... to have done the same.

Multiply that by dozens of friends and hundreds of writers and thousands of situations and all the vagaries of time and age and distance and preference and it stops being about jealously "coveting my neighbor's wife nor his house nor his cattle" and so on, nor is it about jealous fear or anger that a neighbor might covet (or even have) a relationship with my partner. Instead it's an emptiness of knowing or fearing that what I long for will never be.

I guess in the simplest terms, at least for me, what I feel when I feel jealous isn't "I want that" as it is "that would be so nice." That, for me, is the difference between possessiveness and longing.

Incidentally, and speaking of impossibilities, what inspired my original post was reflecting on the experiences and expressions of first-time crushes, romance, love, and loss chiming softly through the newly-minted class of high-schoolers in my oldest child's circle of friends. I'd not go back, not least because I remember the anguish as well as the exhaltation. And for that matter I couldn't do that because I've already known first-time love, romance, danger, and lust. But I was feeling wistful jealousy for them and on reflection it occurred to me that, well, as I said the first time one heck of a lot of what we construct as jealousy amounts not to possessiveness but longing.

Update: I think poly people have a word, compersion, "a state of empathetic happiness and joy experienced when an individual's current or former romantic partner experiences happiness and joy through an outside source, including, but not limited to, another romantic interest." That's sort of the opposite of what I mean.  Or maybe the opposite of the opposite -- a genuine but wistful or empty happiness for the good fortune of others.  Oh, and for what it's worth, in The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, Milan Kundera had a great word, litost, for the desire for or action of self-sabotaging revenge that can arise through jealous longing.

A Prudish Libertine's Thoughts on Jealousy

Sun, 2011-07-17 10:50

One of the things I've learned as a reluctant but sincere monogamist is that a heck of a lot of what we construct as jealousy amounts not to possessiveness but longing.

Men, Women, Monogamy and "Cheating"

Thu, 2008-11-13 09:11

Em and Lo of Daily Bedpost have a nice Q&A feature where they ask three different men, usually a single straight man, a single straight man, and a committed gay man, for their take on a question. Their take on the question “Do you think guys cheat more than women?” was pretty interesting.

The straight single respondent, “Max,” said men are just lousier than women. Also, succumbing the dominant women as the “no-sex” class ideology, he adds


A girl, on the other hand, is more likely to be satisfied with the attention and flirtation alone. She doesn’t NEED the physical confirmation to get an ego boost.

Read all about it here.

“Matt,” the straight married respondent, also bashes men, blaming what he sees as more cheating as a result of poor impulse control. He also says “variety is a more constant drive” for men. Also, without considering, say, this point by Audacia Ray he says (emphasis mine)

They would sleep with someone different every day—maybe even several times a day. I just don’t believe that would be appealing to most women over the long term. (I’m not talking about on occasion here, I mean different partners every day, for years. If you offered women the choice between that and a daily massage, they’d take the massage.)

And, getting closer to what I think the real answer might be, adds

This inherent desire for variety is a constantly suppressed impulse for pretty much every guy I know—even the ones who would never, ever stray.

Hmm… really? Wonder if anyone besides men has to spend time suppressing impulses?

Finally, though, “Terrence,” the gay committed man, brings up the most interesting points. (Emphasis also mine.)

Do men cheat more than women? My intuition is screaming yes. But I also think our perception of men as cheaters feeds their cheating behavior — which is another column entirely.

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[I]f we’ve got to look at it in absolutes, then I believe yes, technically, men cheat more than women. But with life’s continuous chaos and change, I’d rather stick with a partner who may have some random shags here and there if he’s consistently emotionally monogamous with me.

Actually I’m with Terrence on the cheating question. Sure, men cheat at… rates only a little bit higher than the rates women cheat.

What’s the difference then? Why do men (at least Euro/Anglo men) get the label? I think Terence touches on that but doesn’t land square.

There are any number of kinds of intimate relationships where sex isn’t involved at all. Think lifelong platonic friendships, family ties, and partnerships in intensely competitive and/or adventurous environments. Conversely, sad to say, in many monogamous relationships the partners themselves can be quite distant from each other.

What (heterosexual) monogamy does have going for it is a guarantee that men’s family’s property will be inherited by the “right” person’s offspring. For most of the history of marriage, in virtually all history-leaving cultures, that’s been the biggest consideration behind virginity, abstinence, fidelity, and monogamy. (Compare the meanings of the words “adultery” and “adulterated” for instance.)

Anyway, in cultures where men and their families have tended to control economics, and where it matters to their families that offspring really is “theirs,” and where women have been kept completely economically and even legally dependent on men (even here their fathers “give them away” to their husbands at wedding, remember, a vestige of what used to be cold, hard, Common-Law legal truth) the deck has been substantially stacked against women who cheat (stoning, anyone?) and… stacked pretty flipping indifferently against men who do.

Anyway, since the rules of monogamy were initially created to protect men’s interest in women as their property (“thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife… no his house nor cattle nor any thing that is thy neighbor’s!) you’d sort of expect to see two things: first, that men wouldn’t see much wrong with collecting a little extra “property,” or even that they’d judge each other’s status by how much “property” they could accumulate (unless, of course, they were married to that “property” in which case it would be “theft.”) And second that as the metaphorical, and sometimes real property even when women did cheat they’d have to be a lot more circumspect — the consequences, at least of being caught, (stoning, divorced, faced with raising children on their own) have tended to be way, way, way higher for them.

Anyway, I think all that adds up to explain why men have the greater reputation for cheating… and the statistically significant but not that much higher actual rate of cheating than women. A difference, by the way, that’s therefore more cultural and not nearly as “natural” as Matt and Max suggest. Take away those cultural different consequences, and throw in more legal and economic parity, and I’m pretty sure the statistical difference largely disappears, with men not feeling sex with multiple partners is a status builder, and women not seeing fewer partners as a survival mechanism.

I happen to think, by the way, that if we could get closer to real economic, social, and legal parity we’d wind up with Terence’s position: perhaps a little more sexual “cheating” (which might not even be considered cheating) but a lot more room for intimate and emotionally monogamous partnerships inside relationships.

Delegitimatizing Language

Sun, 2008-07-27 08:50

Yes, it’s a small surprise that erstwhile presidential candidate John Edwards had a (rumored) affair with a woman not his wife, and a somewhat larger surprise that they decided to carry a (rumored) resulting pregnancy to term. Knowing nothing else but what I hear in the meta-tabloids it’s actually pretty of cool that Edwards cared enough about his (rumored) partner and child to visit them despite, evidently, knowing that members of the yellow press (Mickey Kaus, National Enquirer, Matt Drudge) were stalking him. It’s even cool that Edward’s primary partner Elizabeth (rumor has it) may have known and/or been supportive, though whether before or after the (rumored) fact is even less clear than all the other (rumors.)

Oh yeah, and it’s even cool that despite this being the 21st Century and all and palm-sized high-definition video cameras work even better than the old tabloid-style flashbulb film cameras, the Enquirer reporters on the Edwards stakeout, didn’t even manage to catch a cell-phone photo… which more than anything else to me suggests the whole thing really is a rumor.

What’s not so cool? That in the 21s Century anyone’s using the term “love child” to describe another human being, another person, a fellow citizen, and, y’know, a little baby! I mean… love child?

I mean, if you still precede your conceptual exclamation points with “dash it all” and “zounds” then maybe you get a pass on “love child.” But sweet mother of pearl it’s inappropriate otherwise.

Oh yeah, and if any enterprising students have been or plan to dig into the cultural concepts behind the term, especially in light of the traditions of, well, real “traditional marriages” as tactical or strategic economic arrangements between families rather than romantic unions between individuals, and the sneering implication that children born out of non-arranged unions, unlike “legitimate” heirs, are dismissed as products of mere love, I’d be delighted to link to their work here.

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Note also the common construction got her pregnant. That too works with the agrarian pre-scientific reproductive metaphors that gave us terms like “seed,” “fertile,” “husband(!),” and perhaps even “sex(!!!)” wherein “impregnation” is entirely a male-partner activity that merely happens to the perhaps otherwise passive female partner.

Screw serial monogamy

Thu, 2007-09-27 14:01

Can I just say that I’m sick and tired of “serial monogamy?”

I mean I might be getting a little radicalized to polyamory (a clunky-sounding word, by the way) here or something but does anybody think there’s any more virtue in, say, multiple marriages and divorces (or their secular, non-gender-specific equivalents) than in a series of “promiscuous” flings? Or a nice single relationship with sex with friends on the side?

Seriously. I’m just curious. I heard someone use the term in conversation the other day and it’s just been sticking in my craw ever since.

It’s not that there’s anything wrong with it, anymore than there’s anything wrong with real monogamy, polyamory, or just having sex with lots of friends and acquaintances. What is wrong, I think, is imagining that any one of those things, especially serial monogamy, is somehow more virtuous than any other.

Call me a prudish libertine, or maybe a libertine prude, but it’s just not floating my boat anymore.

Update: Along these lines (well, barely) Jess McCabe points to a long-shot conservative Bavarian politician who’s proposed that

...marriage should last seven years, after which couples should make an active choice to renew their vows or dissolve their relationship, reports Reuters.
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Pauli admits that the proposal is mostly meant to shake up the male-dominated, Catholic-dominated party, and it could well be a way to get people discussing issues of abusive, or just plain unhappy marriages.

Source: The F-Word Blog

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