A Casanova In A Sea Of Angry Women - A Reset Of the Heterosexual Compass

The times are changing in America - old cant replaced by new, statues once removed, replaced, one zeitgeist exchanged for another; but perhaps the most striking change is gender re-establishment....Not the gender reassignment so promoted by the progressive Left, Freedom to Choose sex and sexuality, but the old fashioned male-female dynamics of the past - the affairs of Lawrence, sons and lovers, Ursula and Gudrun, and Lady Chatterley. 

For years men were shunned for their patriarchy, sexual adventurism, and misogyny.  Women were the future of a kinder, more compassionate, elite humanity.  Men were the has-beens of history, necessary but unwelcome contributors to fertility, annoying, insensitive mates. 

Until recently, now that the tide has turned.  The emperor is naked after all, the gender spectrum is the folly that most expected but few called out, transgenderism seen as the inverted, invention of a sexually bereft minority, and the whole idea of gender choice ridiculed for a Barnum & Bailey freak show that it is.

John Wilberforce had never been bothered by any of this.  Women had not changed since the first human settlements - yes, of course they had gained the right to vote and to break through the glass ceiling, but they had not fundamentally changed when it came to mating.  They still fell for bad boys, confident, sexually assured, men; for executives, power lawyers, Wall Street investors, and simply those men that looked at them in a certain way and made good on the promise. 

While many men fell in line, joined the choir singing hymns to virgins and queens and made way for women at every step, Wilberforce never gave an inch.  He was as intently, heterosexually desirous of women as his father and grandfather before him - as all men were before the feminist uprising and their demotion and decommissioning. 

Ibsen and Strindberg, proto-feminists for their creation of strong, indomitable, willful women - Hedda Gabler, Hilda Wangel, Rebekka West, Laura and Miss Julie - had it right in one, tapping into an ur-femaleness first exploited by Shakespeare who invented the strong woman.  Who better than Goneril and Regan, Dionyza, Volumnia, Tamora, Margaret of Tours, and Joan of Arc to set the tone for latter day women with gall and incentive?

Wilberforce paid no mind to these women, fictional or otherwise.  His sense of male inevitability was not to be dismissed.  Women came to him without invitation.  Despite their feminist upbringing and socio-cultural reform, they were ineluctably drawn to the strong, determined, confident male. 

These women said they wanted a man who opened the doors to their inner rooms, explored, found, and cherished what had been hidden there for so long within; but they fell for the pursuer. They never admitted such apostasy but when it came to choose between the dutiful, respectful, and honorable male and his sexually derelict but virile counterpart the choice was clear and foreordained. 

John never married, for why should he? While many men lamented the disappearance of available women - too engaged in climbing the social ladder, too busy flexing their newfound muscles and showing off their unparalleled ability, or too intent on dominance and superiority, Wilberforce never blinked.  A woman was a woman whether in Armani suit, shirtwaist, or apron. 

He was never a bully - that would have gotten him nowhere and there was no place for that in his seductive repertoire.  Women want to be listened to, to be taken seriously, to be respected; and whether what a woman said went in one ear and out the other, he looked for all intents and purposes that not only was he paying attention, but what she was saying was actually worth listening to.  Women fell for his attention and admiration even more than for that indefinable maleness behind every word. 

'I've pushed all the right buttons', Bob Muzelle said to a colleague, 'been dutiful, respectful, considerate, and willing but women never look my way'.  Sold a bill of goods, out front and vocal as a speaker at women's conferences, champion of women rising to the top, first responder for women subjected to male chauvinism and misogyny, but left on the curb while the John Wilberforces of the world did absolutely nothing for women yet had them eating out of their hands. 'I have done everything right.  What have I done wrong?'

The recalibration, the resetting of the heterosexual compass is nearly complete.  Most gender warriors of years past realized their folly, their misguided attempts to remake themselves in a feminized image to be more successful with the modern woman, gave it up quickly when they saw the tide turning. However, since these men had lost their sexual footing, they foundered and bumbled trying to find their way back to the gladiatorial days of their youth and lost ground to the John Wilberforces for whom no recalibration was necessary. 

John squired women like a prince and was always a good, consistent lover - his love of women...perhaps not exactly love, but fascination with them...knew no bounds.  He was at home with all women, intrigued by their persistent similarity and little aberrations of form.  They all loved him without a doubt and without hesitation. 

Would he ever marry, his colleagues wondered, and like the poet in Shakespeare's Sonnets hoped that he would.  He had to pass on his beauty, his masculinity, and his canny understanding of women to the next generation.  He owed it to men, they said, to propagate the world with men like him. 

Women who still clung to the tattered sheets of feminism hated him for his easy way with their sisters; and hated those women for their willingness to be taken in by such a cad.  They hoped he would end up badly. 

Of course he did not. Eventually he married and married well.  His Casanova days over, he was a good, faithful husband and father - not that he valued fidelity in any sense of the term, but that the faithless, diffident, marvelously presumptuous years were simply over and done with.  He was ready for a change. 

And so it was that the days of feminism, sexual diversity, inclusivity, and uxoriousness ended not with a bang but a whimper. They faded into the background, then into history, then forgotten forever.  Wilberforce never considered himself unusual, neither pioneer nor counter-revolutionary, just a man who loved women.