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Saturday, September 24, 2022

Sex In The Hysterical Age Of Feminism And MeToo - Consensual Sex? No Such Thing

In recent days (9/22) the head coach of a men’s professional sports team was given a one year suspension for consensual sex with a colleague.  There was no question of abuse, a powerful man taking advantage of an underling; no quid pro quo sexual favors for professional ones; not even a hint of anything out of the ordinary – a man and a woman who, attracted to each other and given the congeniality and proximity of the workplace, had sex.  The censorious, brutally intolerant code of MeToo was brought down with full force on the coach.  Just the possibility of impropriety, the mote of suspicion that somehow, despite is partner’s demurral, she was taken advantage of caused his harsh suspension, taint on his professional record, and likelihood that he would a basketball pariah for years.

In this accusatory age in which any complaint of sexual impropriety is guaranteed a six figure settlement, there was more than enough space for the woman to cry foul, to call out her abuser, see him punished, and watch her bank account fill up.  Yet, since the relationship was consensual, appropriate, and respectful, there were no accusations or howls of fury.  Yet, the coach was summarily dismissed.

The day when young women took up nursing in part because their chances of meeting and marrying a successful doctor seems ancient history.  Secretaries were willing to put up with the gantlet of off-color jokes, innuendoes, and sexual suggestions because the job was a means to an  end.  The office was fertile ground for sexual liaison, and while a woman took her chances that the advances of the handsome director were no more than opportunistic male adventure, the promise of a big payoff was worth it.  A stewardess in business class on long haul trips to Europe, dressed to the nines, cloyingly helpful to their passengers and kindly and attentive to their pilots, knew exactly what they were doing.

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Women have never been given credit for their sex-worthiness.  Shakespeare’s Rosalind, Portia, Viola, Lady Macbeth, and Tamora needed no help from their male counterparts.  In fact they used them to achieve their own, deliberate, selfish ends.  They ran rings around the men who courted them, made fools of them, and showed that even in the restrictive, demanding Elizabethan Age, women could best men in a moment.

Ibsen and Strindberg created strong, defiant female characters – Hedda Gabler, Rebekka West, and Laura – who had their way with men, neutered and destroyed them at will.  Lady Chatterley and Emma Bovary were strong, sexually mature, ambitious women who could negotiate their way in the most oppressive male society.

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Even within the American sexual traditionalism of the Fifties, men knew that sexual conquest was not a done deal.  They understood women’s power of paternity, their sharp intelligence and willful insight, and most of all their ambition.  Women of an earlier age did not waste their time railing against social injustice or civil rights.  They looked after Number One, and did it with acumen and aplomb.

Somehow this strong, independent, historically admirable side of women got lost in feminism.  Feminists who insisted they were women’s champions claimed ironically that they needed protection from men; and every manner of legal, social, and emotional firewall was set up to do so.  Women who were always able to dismiss unwanted male interest were told that they were victims; but that in their victimhood they wielded great power.  Only the suggestion of sexual impropriety was enough to dismiss a student from school.  A woman’s accusation was enough to exact dire punishment.  No court of law was necessary.  Men who were considered genetically predatory rapists needed no counsel or judicial judgment.

The age old sexual algorithms – Hollywood come-hither allure, all right for the silver screen but inappropriate for the New Age woman, were dismissed as retrograde and anti-historical.  D.H. Lawrence who understood that sexual sexual equilibrium – the balance of dominance and submission – was the key to sexual harmony and emotional evolution – was thrown out of the canon in place of post-modernist notions of victimhood.

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Men in downtown K Street office elevators, fearing female opprobrium, censure, and law suits, look at the ceiling when a beautiful woman enters.  The natural, normal cycle of allure, attractiveness, and male response has been short circuited. Forget a beautiful woman’s grace, figure, sexuality, and beauty.  Those are not only irrelevant but tender traps.  Go for the mind, feminists claim, and you will be rewarded.

So the modern American office is a gulag, with walls, firewalls, partitions, and roadblocks.  By executive fiat, sexual attraction does not and cannot exist in the workplace.  Maybe, just maybe, a man can suggest a meeting outside the office, but that is considered nothing but an extension of his unwanted interest.  The very fact that the sexual interest (predation) began on hallowed ground automatically inculpates the man at the bar with his female colleague.

So an unusual vetting has to occur.  ‘Where do you work?” is not simply an opening line, but the first step to establish propriety.  Only if she is far enough off the grid can he make further overtures; and once they are together, they must follow a protocol established by the MeToo hierarchy.  “Is it OK if I touch you there?”, says the timid timorous male.

Of course savvy men have always known that women are still women and respond to appropriate, confident, respectful male approaches.  These savvy men can woo, seduce, and bed a woman faster than you can say Jack Robinson because they have understood the permanent, irrevocable nature of women – hardwired, genetically determined, and honed and perfect with daddy-love, heroes, and social convention. They can skirt MeToo and the prying eyes of feminist overseers.  They are the few, the privileged, and the satisfied.  Their timid brothers who are always trying to do the right thing and who subscribe to notions of progressive sexuality and sexual consciousness, are left in the dust.

America is the most sexually benighted place on the planet, drifting so far from the potency of heterosexual desire, tempted by alternative sexualities, and educated to believe that sexual identity is the be-all and end-all of modern life, not Lawrentian mating.  Men in Italian elevators look squarely at a beautiful woman, nod appreciatively and with respect.   The woman is pleased that her toilette has been noticed, that she is in fact as alluring as she intended to be.  American women dress just as seductively, but have been trained to challenge the unwanted eye. 

The Kama Sutra, Ying-Yang and Tantrism have been instructing men and women for millennia.  Sex is at the heart of the human experience.

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One expects the wheel to come full circle, and sooner rather than later men and women will behave as they always have done, jettisoning notions of identity and protection.  It will take some time, given the fact that feminist MeToo hysteria is still loud and ringing in every quarter; but it will happen.

Friday, September 23, 2022

Our Love Affair With War–The Allure Of Fiery Destruction

Imagine Genghis Khan with an army of ten thousand men thundering out of the Steppes, slaying all in his wake, laying waste to village after village, and nothing but carnage and death in his wake from the Far East to Europe.  It must have been a grand and heroic  spectacle.

Khan was charismatic and fearsome; and he and his armies were known for their cruelty and barbarity, and the sight of them advancing across the battlefield in a storm of dust, the feel of the earth shaking with the thunder of 50,000 hooves were enough to send enemies into retreat; but the thought alone of this terrible, bloodthirsty, and mighty warrior would have been enough. 

Genghis Khan was a man of absolute will and power, a frightening figure of power and vengeance.  He was a horseman of the Apocalypse.

The Crusades were Christian but just as barbaric.  Pope Urban’s armies were sent out to destroy and annihilate the Muslim occupiers of Jerusalem, to rid the world of them and their godless, heathen, insidious religion.  The mayhem and slaughter wreaked by the crusading armies was little different from that of Genghis Khan.

The battles of wars past were exalting in their ferocity –  banners flying, swords flashing, and thickets of arrows flying them through the dust of battle.  Armed horsemen – mammoth, incredible figures to most enemies who had never seen horses – charged through the enemy lines, slashing all from their mounts until the battlefield was littered with dead.

There have been many successful armies in the world.  Julius Caesar, Scipio Africanus, Pompey the Great, and Marcus Agrippa were as brilliant generals as Genghis Khan, and brought Roman organization, discipline, and management to the battle.  They won because of superior ability, armaments, and military thinking while Genghis Khan added an almost untamed savagery to his victories.

The battles of the Aztecs were more like those of Genghis Khan, for in addition to classic military strategy, organization, and a half-civilized barbarism, they added a powerful spiritual element.  Soldiers dressed in the skins of animals whose spirits they possessed.  When they attacked the enemy, they killed like a panther would; or ripped and tore flesh like an eagle.

The army of Montezuma which pursued the enemy across the Mexican highlands was not just comprised of men, it was made up of powerful animal spirits. It was the panther which killed, the eagle which ripped enemy flesh, and the jaguar which tore at enemy throats. There could be no greater spectacle of battle than that of the great Aztec armies and the wild soldiers dressed in animal skins, talons, and feathers charging across the plains.

The armies of the European Crusades fought for their Christian God, and felt his spirit within as they attacked the Infidel.  Theirs was a military engagement with strategy, operations, and tactics; but it was also a holy war, inspired by a holy cause, and guided by God himself.

Early modern warfare was tame by comparison.  World War I was a war of mud, trenches, barbed wire perimeters, mortar fire and infantry charges.  It was a war without spectacle, fought without clear cause or purpose, and was responsible for the deaths of millions.

World War II was the first fully modern war, for it combined classic military tactics with a full complement of armaments – planes, tanks, artillery, riflery, rockets, mortars, and bombs. Soldiers had a cause – Hitler had invaded their countries and they were determined to drive him out – but they were part of a military machine, cogs in its wheels.  Battles were hard-fought, territory often gained by feet, not miles, and battle lines shifting by the week.  It was an ordinary war.

It was not until Vietnam when the spectacle of war again appeared.  F-16 jet fighters were once again Apocalyptic as they rained terror down from the skies.  The destruction was Biblical and epic.

Despite Hinduism’s image as one of shanti, Om, and peace, its mythology is based on endless cycles of destruction and rebirth.  The goddess Kali is the Destroyer and the god Siva dances for its rebirth.

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Despite our intentions to end war and to progress towards a peaceful, accommodating, compassionate, and respectful Utopia, brutal, bloody, insensate conflicts will – as always – exist.   How can millennia of violent, aggressive, brutal, human history not be of relevance? Genghis Khan is more expressive of human nature than Jesus Christ ever was.

The Old Testament, of course, reads in parts like the chronicles of Genghis Khan.  Yahweh having seen how badly the Garden of Eden turned out, destroyed the world in the Flood.   When the world repopulated and returned to its evil ways, God sent a message to the sinful.  He destroyed the entire populations of Sodom and Gomorrah – men, women, children, and babies – in a vengeful, murderous purge.  That too did not work, and he sent Jesus to deal with a seemingly irremediable world.  His message of love, compassion, and brotherhood went unheeded, and the world now is no different than it ever was.  God anticipated this, of course, and vowed to destroy the entire universe in a fiery inferno.

So Genghis Khan, the Crusades, Sodom and Gomorrah, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the firebombing of Dresden, the napalming of Vietnam, and the nuclear intentions of rogue states are all part of the same, predictable scenario.  The comic books of the Fifties were not aberrations but prophetic.  It would not be aliens who would destroy the world, but ourselves.  The same inevitability, the same destiny.

A few years back American boys played with He-man figures and created out of imagination and popular lore their own existential battles.

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Hindu philosophy teaches cycles of destruction and regeneration as the natural order, but the destruction is much more human than the regeneration.  Nietzsche believed that an expression of pure Will – one beyond morality, beyond good and evil – is the only thing that validates our humanity.  The F-16 fighter pilot raining terror from the skies, the panther man ripping the throat out of his enemy, or Genghis Khan, Nietzsche’s perfect Superman rampaging his way through the civilized world, are all very much like us all.

Although we may live in a quiet, orderly, predictable world, there is something violently primitive still in us all; and as much as we talk about peace, community, and diversity, we cannot ignore it.

Our religions have become tame and tepid compared to the animistic and supremely powerful religions of pre-Columbian Mesoamerica, where the Zapotecs worshiped thunder, lightning, earthquakes, and violent storms and sacrificed their own to appease their gods. Our wars have become tame, remote, and surgical. Acts of human will and expressions of pure power are – for the time being – things of the past. 

This period of temperance, judicious political restraint cannot last,  Our lust for violence, our blood lust, sanctioned by acts of war must be satisfied and it soon will be. The New Age has tried to tame such lust, and boys are encouraged not to destroy things but to build them – trucks, cranes, and bulldozers are sought-after toys by concerned parents – but little boys find ways to engage the trucks in battle, to crash them, overturn them, and destroy them.  It’s in our genes.