male gaze

Judith Levine on Gendered Reactions to TSA Voyeurism vs. Groping Screening Changes

Thu, 2010-12-02 20:55

Judith Levine, Writing of The American Prospect explores largely overlooked gender issues the recent TSA look-vs-touch dilemma and, by implication, the recent initiative to insist on the intrusive groping option over the intrusive voyeurism option TSA prefers.  She says that...

As a woman, I'm used to being looked at; I'm socialized to it, even turned on by it. In fact, now that I'm over 50, I admit to a certain nostalgia for the sucking noises that accompanied my every stroll down the sidewalks of New York, lo these many years ago. The advances of feminism and queer liberation notwithstanding, the feminist film theorist Laura Mulvey is still right: The gaze is masculine, the object of the gaze, feminine.

The body-scanning machine makes me slightly squeamish, but the thought of a stranger's hand exploring my nonconsenting vagina evokes downright revulsion, drawing up associations of creepy uncles, subway perverts, and worse. The perpetrator of sexual violence is almost always a man, and his victim is almost always a woman -- or a man perceived to be "womanly."

Source: The American Prospect

And of course now that she mentions it of course it makes sense.  You don't have to appreciate the way gender is constructed to appreciate that it's constructed that way.  Levine brings that particular point home just a bit further down in her post.

Watch the now-famous "Don't touch my junk" video, and you will witness a man outraged at the violation not just of his privacy but, more passionately, of his masculinity. After all, masculinity implies sexual privacy -- the privilege of moving through life unmolested. Or unnoticed. The most powerful, and to men, mostly invisible, sexual privilege of masculinity is the ability to remain unaware of oneself as a body. When the body is simply a vehicle in which to be a person, having that body seen or touched can be a neutral experience. It's far more likely that men can submit to the screenings, whether by machine or by hand, with ease.

(CoughTwo Rules of Desire #2cough)

Men might occasionally lament that it's inconceivable that they might be physically desired, but that in no way diminishes the intolerability of such a prospect. As Levine says, if, like most men, you have no conception of such corporeal scrutiny it won't occur to you that others might notice and possibly deeply envy the luxury of that oblivion.

One last point Levine makes is that very often, especially with men, the outrage expressed isn't about what happens to them. Instead it's projected outrage that such treatment might befall those who are deemed "weaker." Often it's the weakness of women and children that fuel the outrage even though a) on average women and children are just as tough and resilient as men and b) on average men are no tougher nor more resilient than women or children. (It's not that others might not in fact need support, it's that when we're privileged we sometimes project our insecurity on others. Which is a nifty way to preserve our sense of self-esteem without confronting the fact that we actually tend to want, need, and/or possibly deserve the same treatment we demand for others.)

It's a good post.  I stand by my earlier posts on the subject of TSA screening but since I began my own first post on the kerfuffle by deprecating my own discomfort it would have helped me if I'd read this first.

Sex 2.0 and Galvanic Responses

Tue, 2009-05-12 10:07

Really nice writeup of Sex 2.0 by Miriam Perez at Feministing. She concluded with

One of my favorite quotes from the weekend:

Ricci Levy, Woodhull Freedom Foundation Executive Director

“Imagine a country where you are just as comfortable talking to people about sex and what you like as you are talking about chocolate. That would be what sexual freedom would look like.”

Miriam said it here.

The quote caused a bit of a ruckus among commenters. Some said Ricci was trying to sexualize everything. Others complained chocolate has become a plaything of the rich.

I thought a post from Lisa KS from Punkassblog.com, who also attended, might put the Levy quote in a more affirmative perspective.

“I didn’t notice for quite a while that I wasn’t being stared at like usual. Not til I went outside briefly and found myself being whistled at and ogled by two men walking past me on the street. That woke me up, as it usually does, and when I went back inside the hotel where the conference was being held, when I looked around, I found that really nobody was looking at me much at all. ... It was pretty awesome.”

Lisa said it here.

The point being Ricci wasn’t saying “ooh wouldn’t it be cool if everybody could just talk about acculturated obsessions with dessert 24 hours a day.”

And not to sound nettled but to have jumped to that conclusion is to be no different from the two cat-calling passers by outside the conference site: so indoctrinated by the culture of sexualization they can’t tell they’re being rude.

For the record I was reminded by another commenter, Miriam, that food and sex are such excellent joint metaphors that they tend to produce “gotchas” when used as analogies for each other.

So had it been me I might have instead said “Imagine a country where you are just as comfortable talking to people about sex and what you like as you are talking about bicycles.”

Because whether one has one bike, or many, or none it’s unremarkable! And thus not likely to draw judgmental, uninvited, unwelcome, out of context, and/or appropriating remarks from passers by on sidewalks or online. Which was, of course, Ricci Levy’s point.

Blue Penis Blues

Fri, 2009-03-06 21:38

Political blogger Phoebe Connelly of TAPPED has a nice rumination on reactions to the Dr. Manhattan character’s blue penis in the movie The Watchmen, and on the penis itself. (All emphasis hers.)

Mainstream American culture is still fundamentally uncomfortable with male nudity. Amanda points out this is why the recent Vanity Fair spread with Seth Rogan and Paul Rudd failed:

If you challenged the strict gender stratification where women are for shutting up and being hot and men are for staying clothed and looking, and say, put lean, naked men in a picture to be gazed at by a famous lesbian, you’d have made the point, but it wouldn’t be funny, because there’s no gotcha there. And then a lot of people would be uncomfortable, because you revealed the lie of gender essentialism. But this isn’t funny, either.

In fact, when I thought about it more, it brought to mind another recent clunker, He’s Just Not That In To You. When one of the male characters starts wearing fitted, unbuttoned shirts and tight jeans, it’s in an attempt to appeal to prospective gay clients to his business. He’s made fun of by his straight, male bartender friend.

We’re comfortable with objectified male bodies when they are a joke, but not when it’s merely a part of a character — the way female nudity, particularly in action films, so often is.

So yes to the blue penis. Let’s hope it makes people pause to consider why it’s discomfiting to have male nudity displayed, not for laughs, and not part of some art house epic, but just as a side-bit character trait that no one seems to remark on.

She said it here.

As you know, basic discomfort with non-mocking, non-laugh-factor male nudity is a product of rule #2 of the no-sex class paradigm: it’s simultaneously inconceivable and intolerable for a man to be sexually desired. And mockery of straight men who try to boost their visual sexual attractiveness (as opposed to their sex-as-reward worthiness) are mocked as a result of rule #1: it’s simultaneously inconceivable and intolerable for a woman to have sexual desire.**

What’s particularly cool about Connelly’s point here is that the penis in question really is just a penis in the movie, there as a sort of necessary consequence of the character having been transformed into a semi-incomprehensible, almost literally etherial being. And therefore not really clothable.

Whether it arouses desire in women any more than the perma-nipples in the female hero’s rubber costume arouses it in men (this doesn’t appear to have been the direct intent***) is sort of beside the point. The expressions of discomfort are all about rule #2.

(Via Matthew Yglesias.)

[** I still can’t get over how thoroughly those two rules write actual straight women’s sexuality out of existence and into denial. I say the no-sex paradigm is so primarily a male-driven phenomenon precisely because it seems incomprehensible to women. Who, being, you know, straight tend not to find their own desire, nor the desirability of men, at all intolerable or, um, inconceivable. —fl]

[*** We are left with no explanation for why the Silk Spectre II character’s permanently prominent rubber nipples arouse neither mockery nor discomfort. Nor, for that matter raised eyebrows from reviewers otherwise too knee-squeezy about Teh Blue Peen. —fl]

'Hat-calls

Sat, 2008-06-14 11:11


Photo by Flickr user Myrmi. Used under a Creative Commons license.

Amber Rhea of Being Amber Rhea quotes the nominally “anti-feminist”** Renegade Evolution on street harassment and adds a point that’s very dear to me.

“[C]at-calling, honking, or otherwise making loud overtures towards a woman will, often, annoy the shit out of that woman and it is, generally, not something men have to deal with as often, if at all. I give a thumbs up to the idea that attraction is natural, but a thumbs down to ‘society expects/forces this behavior on us, thus I must’...the God Emperor of Rome believes in free will. And that both men and women are capable of employing it and using it to not do what society tells them to do all the time.”

And seriously, I do not understand why more men are not, apparently, offended at the idea that they’re basically mindless automatons doing whatever society or “biology” (to which they often nebulously appeal) tells them to do. ‘Cause I’d be pretty offended if people were suggesting I’m incapable of making my own decisions. Oh wait, people are suggesting that, and yeah, I’m offended!

She said it.

Seriously! Once it occurs what’s gone on it’s infuriating to realize you’re a grown man raised to believe you had the impulse control of a two-year-old. Actually that’s not even fair! When my son was two he was able to keep from grabbing Christmas tree ornaments and I’m… pretty sure that a tree full of sharp, colorful, and shiny ornaments and lights is even more compelling to a toddler than a whole room full of people with boobies is to even a teenage boy let alone a grown man.

So that means one of two things: either nobody’s ever bothered to teach men not to irritate and alienate exactly the women they’re nominally attracted to or… some people (cough, real anti-feminists, cough) teach us we’re not supposed to be control themselves. Either way, though, it’s not a particularly “natural” male behavior at all.

One clue, based on my early 1970’s experiences as a high-school dropout construction laborer/painter? Nobody catcalls women they imagine they’d ever “have a chance” with. (At least not in the South, the mid-Atlantic, New England, or inland southern California, all of which places I noticed it and/or increasingly-reluctantly-over-time participated.)

As usual I’m not trying to pull some kind of “but menz suffurz from sexitsim too.” Instead I’m just always baffled how hard people struggle to maintain an anti-feminist gender regimen that — whatever its one-time merits might possibly have had during the reign of Hammurabi — is and has been worse-than-zero-sum for generations. Its design, intentional or not, doesn’t make anybody happy, so why our gigantic investment in its perpetuation?

[** Clarification: that was “anti-feminist” in scare quotes. I understand from SnowdropExplodes that Ren prefers “ex-pat feminist” (those were just quotes and not scare quotes.) —fl]

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