Lovely, supportive snark from Holly of The Pervocracy the other day in an aside about social attitudes about men’s orgasms.
(Male orgasms are not interesting, of course. Because women’s orgasms are like intricate flowers blown in fierce waves under a sky of fireworks, and men’s orgasms are like “splurt.” Sigh. It’s tough being a flower, but at least my sexuality isn’t comic relief. Instead it’s the experience of the Other and must be documented for the edification of humans. But anyway.)
My version of this insight is one of the things that made me decide to invert the feminist “sex class” construction such that men are the “sex class” and women the “no-sex class.” Men are considered so automatically, intrinsically, reflexively, and obligately sexual that it’s just assumed that the only possible interesting things about us is when there’s something wrong with our ability to have orgasms. The top two being premature ejaculation and impotence, plus occasional grumblings about refractory periods.
But interest in healthy, non-dysfunctional, normal human male orgasms? Aside perhaps from a peculiar and probably porn-influenced obsession with volume, not so much.
One more bit of evidence, if we didn’t already have railroad cars full, that scientific and medical principal investigators are still overwhelmingly male.
That’s not to say that male orgasms will be the first thing women researchers tackle when they start breaking the glass ceilings of grant administration boards. But it is to say that women, unlike men, probably wouldn’t have the acute performance-related and homophobic “nothing to see there, let’s move along” anxiety combined with “I do it all the time how could anyone possibly be interested” arrogance I think a lot of male researchers have.
Echidne of the Snakes, riffing on anti-feminist angst over women’s armpits, says something deep and true about what the “shaving” wars say about the effort required to construct gender from the mostly-undifferentiated material of corporeal humanity.
I would love to stop discussing the “to shave or not” topic in feminist circles and to start focusing more on what the ridiculing opposition is really saying. Just think about it for a few seconds. Their message is that it is not nature that defines what a woman is, but they, the namers and deciders. And they have decided that a woman in this culture should be without body hair but with very large and perky breasts and basically no hips. It is not some historical or theological concept of womanliness but a purely cultural one, and it is based on the accentuation of gender differences, with a few cultural quirks thrown in.
I see an analogous case in the discussion about cognitive differences between men and women. The anti-feminist point is always to try to make women and men into two quite different species, two “opposite sexes” as the saying goes, whereas the evidence I’ve studied and my life experiences all suggest that men and women are like two overlapping Venn diagrams in almost everything. Partly different and partly the same. This messiness, like armpit hairs on women, is unacceptable to the patriarchal mind.
Once again it’s not that there are no differences between men and women. It’s that the real differences are enough. Oh yeah! And hooray for all of our respective orientations and our shouldn’t-be-surprising discernment of those we’re drawn to. By which I mean there are enough differences that it’s foolish, willful, conceited, and fundamentally insecure about or orientations and of those around us to require more than nature gives us.
And once again it’s not that there’s no need nor interest in decoration of ourselves, others, or our environs. Quite the opposite — decoration appears to be a fundamental quality of humanity!
But while referencing the expectation that we participate in gender construction, Echidne puts the problem in context (even more emphasis mine)
...we all know how a real man will not wear pink (in this culture and time period) or lace (in this culture and time period) or skirts (in this culture and time period).
Sticking with hair for the moment, the classic example being that in some cultures in the world today men can be punished for having a beard on the one hand (in most of the U.S. military, for instance) yet be punished for not having a beard in others (in most of Taliban-controlled Afghanistan and Pakistan, for instance.) Another being that for women to have no body hair is considered sexy in some parts of the world (white America for instance) because of its association with high-status femininity while in other parts of the world (white/European South America for instance) women’s body hair is associated with high-status femininity because “native” South American women are believed to have relatively sparse body hair.
In each case, in each culture, in each time, in each location, gender might be constructed, yeah. But if it’s constructed differently in different places…
Sigh.
You know what’s most peculiar of all? For roughly 99.999% of the .001% of cases where for whatever reason someone else’ biological sex really matters, but where for some reason you’re not able to tell, you can usually ask.
Although I got over the practical problem years ago I still feel that reflexive self-consciousness when I hold or carry someone’s purse for them in public situations like crowded bars.
I noticed by its absence that I don’t have no trace of that reflex while holding or carrying two women’s purses in a crowded bar.
That is all.
In comments on an early post, It’s About Putting Shoes On Both Feet, Not On the Other Foot: Courtney Martin on the Myth of the Fairer Sex, Zilla proposed a great mathematical model for why it makes sense to make preferential microloans to women (and by extension to, well, extend differential preference to underserved demographics of any sort) despite there being no essential difference between sexes.
Leaving out the gender essentialism arguments (either side) and the culture arguments, I’d say that when you target the microloans to women, you get more bang for the buck, because there are more good investments as-yet unfunded, on the women’s side of the divide.
The men have historically had more access to those resources, so far more of their good investments have already been found and funded. The odds of getting good return by investing in a woman, are higher because the women have been historically under-invested.
Suppose you have 10 men and 10 women. 8 out of 10 men will do good things with investment money, and 2 will waste it. And say that women are exactly the same: 8 good, 2 bad. Randomly select 5 men to invest in, and ignore the women. Of the men invested in, 4 succeed with their investment, and remove themselves from the pool. The 1 who wasted the money still has his hands out in round two. So now the people seeking investments are:
Men: 4 good, 2 bad
Women: 8 good, 2 badIf you again invest in five randomly chosen men, your returns are statistically unlikely to be as good, as they would be if you invested in five randomly chosen women.
The more rounds of investment are targeted to men alone, the more extreme the disparity becomes, and the better a bet on women looks. With successive rounds targeted to women, the effect will fade, but I think there’s a long way to go before that happens.
It’s a nice, closely-reasoned explanation for what I was only able to say intuitively. It’s also generalizable to almost any situation where prejudice artificially distorts economic, social, or political access. It’s not that women are inherently better investments, it’s that thanks to discrimination the men who are better investments will tend to have already been invested in whereas the pool of women who would be good investments has not had access.
It also helps highlights why any argument that we’d be better off just putting women in charge instead of men… or keeping the status quo instead… will fail: to do so would only switch the pools of the under- vs. over-covered; it wouldn’t increase overall coverage. And finally, it demonstrates rather nicely why, in the long run as power equalizes, arguments of gender essentialism or exceptionalism would tend to evaporate. As would incentives for “preferential” treatment.
Further down in comments Zilla adds
Even if you believe men are inherently superior, this works as a mathematical argument that women are the better investment bet in any culture that has historically favored men.
That too! It works even if you think men have situational superiority due to, say, greater experience or the benefit of traditional narratives for dealing economically, or socially, or politically, or whatever. (For instance microloans for women tend to be a lot more boot-strappy — more conditions, more use of network effects for enforcement, more initial attached education and supervision, etc.)
I happen to think economists have a bit too much veto power when it comes to assessing social interactions. But they do. So it’s nice to see an economic/mathematics rather than political or moral argument for doing the right thing anyway.
Update: The case is obviously, obviously not just about microloans. See also Stubbornella’s post, Women in Technology, plus comments there on the topic of Google’s decision to sponsor female students to attend JSConf. (Via Geekfeminism.)
So by and large, and in roughly equal numbers, both men and women report they enjoy receiving oral sex. It’s not universal — some people think it’s nasty, some people freak out at the idea of receiving that much erotic attention, some people it just plain doesn’t do anything for, etc. But then of course nothing about human behavior appears to be universal. But it’s pretty generally true: even if it doesn’t get you off, when done with good will and intention it it generally feels very nice.
So as I was drifting to sleep, thinking about, of all unrelated things, the economics of gendered microlending, it popped into my head that it seemed odd that cultural narratives assume that, when spontaneously offered, men are generally expected to enthusiastically accept offers of blowjobs whereas women are generally expected to decline.
I totally get that in terms of accepting such offers the distributions of rewards and consequences, of assumptions about reputation, of physical and social vulnerability, and all that are heavily skewed in favor of men and to the detriment of women. So this isn’t, at all, about whether it’s right or wrong, good or bad, or even (I think, importantly) true or false that men are more likely to spontaneously say yes than women. I even understand, very well, that men are generally expected to pretend to be enthusiastic even if they’re not comfortable or not interested, and vice versa for women. And it’s definitely not that I think all women should say yes or all men should say no. Nothing like that.
I’m just wondering if that would be a good index of just how out of balance we are when it comes to social expectations for men and women.
Thoughts?
Thanks to the Two Rules of Desire and other conventions, that men must automatically know more than women do about sex. This affectation is not without its consequences.
In a lovely post titled “Don’t be a slut, you prude,” Amanda Marcotte of Pandagon calls out slut-shamer Susan Walsh for claiming it’s tawdry and irrelevant to discuss how many partners women should have, a.k.a. their “number” when in fact Walsh has discussed it. All well and good.
I’ve got a question though. In her post about numbers Walsh makes the claim that
Your number is too high. OK, fine, you don’t want any guy who cares about how many people you’ve slept with. Problem is… that’s most guys.
Is that true? More specifically is that universally true? Is it true only for inexperienced or insecure men? Is it also true with sexually experienced men? Is it…
Well, admittedly an awful lot of men are sexually inexperienced, and a surprising number of experienced men are still insecure. At at this year’s Sex 2.0 conference Veronica Monet mentioned that when she was a sex worker a man paid her nearly $15,000 to help him learn how to give his partner an orgasm. Nor was he the only customer to pay her for similar advice. This, presumably, because they were anxious about asking their partners directly. For fear, it sounds like Susan Walsh would say, that they might know.
Anyway, seriously, what possible legitimate reason should real adult men have for caring about their partner’s “number?”
Jay, guest posting at Feministe, just cross-posted something she wrote on her home blog, Two Women Blogging, back in 2007. It was good then, it’s good now. It begins (emphasis hers)...
“Aren’t you lucky! He helps around the house!”
Yup. He helps. Because picking up his laundry, cooking his meals, paying his bills, and raising his child is by rights my job. Of course, my laundry and bills and meals are my job, too. Along with the playdates and the grocery shopping and scheduling babysitters. But he helps! Wow!
“You must have trained him well”.
That’s it. Exactly. I held a chocolate chip cookie in front of his nose, and every time he washed a dish or put away a T-shirt I gave him the cookie, patted him on the head and said “good husband! Good boy!” until he wagged his, um, tail.
It gets better from there so go ahead and read the whole thing.
And here’s the tricky bit. For all the years I’ve been a stay-at-home dad, and for all the years I’ve heard people say similar things to my partner, I’ve never heard a man say them.
In fact in all these years I think the only man who wasn’t also a stay-at-home dad who’s really said anything about it that’s registered was my father who told me his biggest regret was that he didn’t have more time to spend with us when my siblings and I were little… that the courses for he and my mom had seemed foreordained… that I might never know how lucky I was. But I digress…
I don’t think there’s anything laudable about men never commenting on my “helping around the house.” Surveys suggest men either think they’re doing their part by bringing home the bacon, or else they think they’re contributing something closer to 50% of domestic tasks… even though the actual figures are closer to 25-33%.
But boy have I heard those “you’re so lucky” remarks from other women. And those “you must have trained him well.”
I don’t even think there’s anything particularly ominous about that either. Women, even professional women, even women who themselves have never done a day of housework but instead hire out housecleaners and nannies, perceive other women as primarily responsible for the domestic sphere. Even when their partners don’t hold them responsible for it other women do.
The point being that patriarchy is a co-ed affair. The point being that the establishment of privilege is too. The point being that it’s not enough to fighting stereotypes of women.
Jay concluded her post with
If [her partner] Sam were writing this, he’d rant about the people who think he’s “babysitting” when he takes care of his own child. He’d tell you that men who can’t be left alone with their infants should be ashamed of their incompetence. He’d repeat the story about our first post-adoption visit with the social worker, the one who asked him what parts of parenting he didn’t participate in. He always says that at first he didn’t even understand the question, and then he got angry at the suggestion that he wouldn’t be a full part of parenting our child. And he’s sincere about all of it. He accepts housework as part of his responsibility, just like it’s part of mine, and he loves to cook as much as he enjoys building fences. He’d also point out the flip side of this assumption – that he’s somehow less a man because he “helps”.
But all of that serious talk might make male privilege visible. It might make women actually think that they don’t have to do all the housework, that their male partners could participate and the world wouldn’t come to an end. And we can’t have that. No making the patriarchy uncomfortable; wouldn’t be prudent. Besides, I have to go set the table now. Sam made dinner, and emptied the dishwasher, and fed the dogs while I was writing this. And he went to the grocery store this afternoon so I could stay home and watch the baseball game. I am lucky; he’s kind and generous and he’s a damn good cook. But don’t tell me he’s helping.
It’s not just women who are “lucky” to have partners like Sam who’ll share the burden. First of all, it’s hard to even call it a burden when it’s shared — then it’s not about being a woman or being a man, it’s just about being alive in a world with entropy in it. Second, though, is that, as my father, said Sam’s lucky. I’m lucky. We get to do what we are good at, instead of what fairy tales say we’re supposed to be. Same with our partners.
The trick is that, sure, a lot of men don’t get that. But a lot of women, even women who ought to know better, don’t get it either.
That’s part of the work too.
Coke Talk seriously nails a problem with men’s reaction to “date rape” that’s less well understood but real and highly gender-bound.
Your boyfriend is using denial as a coping mechanism. It’s easier for him to insultingly believe that it never happened than it is for him to process the truth emotionally.
Call your boyfriend out on his denial, and tell him how insulting it is for him not to believe you. Let him know that the truth does not obligate him to act on your behalf. In other words, you’re not asking him to go confront the rapist or defend your honor. All you’re asking for is understanding and respect.
Yup. The social construction of masculinity makes it paradoxically very difficult to do anything but a) go off on a manly rampage or b) go into complete denial. And part of that denial often includes what? Did you say blaming the victim? Right in one!
Clue #2: Contrary to both tradition and English Common Law, when it comes to the male partners of rape victims his honor has nothing to do with it.
Monica Potts of TAPPED passes along word that the Vatican’s new anti-sex-abuse policies also deals with a problem they see as even more equally pernicious.
...the attempted ordination of women as a “grave crime” subject to the same set of procedures and punishments meted out for sex abuse.
Hey, how about a nice round of screw you to those stupid little in-denial closet pedophiles and the (hobby)horses they rode up on?
I mean, yeah, if an unseemly taste for children, an abiding distaste for women, and a misunderstanding so deep that I couldn’t understand that when given the opportunity women in authority can sexually abuse boys with no less aplomb than men, then I’d be absolutely freaked out at the prospect of women as professional peers who might blow the whistle on me. And all things considered it’s easy to imagine that’s really what the Bishops and Cardinals are most concerned about. Even though they needn’t be.
And why yes, I am in rather a bad mood about this. Oddly, their main excuse for not ordaining women into the priesthood is that Jesus chose no women Disciples. This despite the fact that to the best of our knowledge none of Jesus’s Disciples were pedophiles either. And yet they’ve never threatened to excommunicate pedophiles… or for that matter the priests who ordained them… or for that matter the bishops, cardinals, and Popes who’ve whitewashed the whole sorry sex-abuse enterprise.
And why yes, my main point would just happen to be that archaic religious conceits about gender notwithstanding, the downsides of gender equivalence demonstrate the undeniability of gender equivalence just as much as the myriad upsides do. It’s not that there are no differences between men and women — at the very least the fact that every human being who’s ever existed has been a product of the union of biological male and female gametes makes that sort of irrefutable. The question instead is whether the differences are significant enough to warrant excluding one sex and privileging another, and the answer there is also irrefutably no.
Did I mention I was in a bad mood about this?
Cool post by Amanda Hess at the Washington City Paper about geekdom and problematic assumptions behind the construction of alt-masculinity.
You can read the whole thing over there. The comments are interesting too.
One of the commenters brought up the bit about masculinity and different was of “becoming a man.” In a way that didn’t exactly undercut any of Amanda’s points.
Anyway, I was thinking about this on my way home from the store (I had to run out for a watermelon to keep the kids quiet and half and half to help keep me quiet) and I got stuck on this notion that I wanted to try out.
A few days ago when I was walking home with my now-middle-school aged daughter we were talking about growing up and I pointed out how weird it is that she was able to grow about a foot taller in the last year without having to learn how to do it, think about how to do it, or worry if she was “doing it right.” (The same’s equally true of my somewhat older son who grew a whole flipping inch in the last 30 days! But he wasn’t on that walk.) At any given point pretty much the only thing a child has to do to grow is have a functioning metabolism. The metabolism takes care of everything else.
I think that’s the part that gets me about the whole “make me a man” or “becoming a woman” construction. At the end of the day all it takes to do that is have a metabolism. Everything else anyone thinks it takes is social construction.
But that’s not the part I want to try on. That’s just putting my finger on the root of my feeling about biological sex and gender.* Here’s the part I wanted to try on though, based on one of the comments by Kitty on Amanda’s blog.
Geek circles unfailingly reduce me to sex. I’m there for the hot actors, or for the hot male geeks (where are those?). I don’t really understand the science, I just like the romance plots, or I am an Enlightened Female (always a female, never a woman – what’s up with that?) who has wisely chosen to seek the Smart Male for a mate (there tends to be a lot of dickish evolutionary psychology going on). If I object to any of this is it because I am ugly, and they wouldn’t want to fuck me anyway (unless I’m offering).
It seems to me that at the end of the day, for both regular- and alt-masculinity the essence of “becoming a man,” as opposed to just becoming a functional grownup, is “becoming entitled to women.” Or maybe more specifically, “becoming entitled to women in the eyes of other men..”
I think that’s why if you ever hear about someone “becoming a woman” it tends to boil down to “a man put his penis in you” as opposed to some benchmark or milestone achievement of sufficient “femininity.” Otherwise it’s just pretty much a given that if you’re female all you have to do to become a woman is keep up the metabolism business.
So, again, I’m just trying on the idea that unlike the essence of adulthood, of being an adult human male or an adult human female, all forms of “becoming a man” boils down to achieving entitlement to women in the eyes of one’s self or in the eyes of others.
Thoughts?
* Please don’t take anything about my position on metabolism as invalidating anybody’s experience of orientation, sex or sexuality identity, body image, left- or right-handedness, etc. How we grow and what we grow into is sort of the point — it’s just how we actually do grow, not about comparisons to how closely you reach necessarily abstract ideal forms.