About

Cheryl Miller is a 2007 Phillips Foundation Journalism Fellow and the editor of Doublethink magazine. Her work has appeared in such publications as The Philadelphia Inquirer, The Wall Street Journal, Reason, and The Claremont Review of Books.

She can be contacted at cheryl [at] americasfuture [dot] org.

Read my other blog. The one that's not obnoxious and self-absorbed!


Recent publications

"The Master" in The Claremont Review of Books

"Scary Rise of the 'Sanctimommy'" in The Washington Times

"Why Malamud Faded" in Commentary

"Blogging Infertility" in The New Atlantis

"Outsourcing Childbirth" in The Wall Street Journal

"The Painless Peace of Twilight Sleep" in The New Atlantis

"The Genius of Old New York" in The Claremont Review of Books

"Parenthood At Any Price" in The New Atlantis

"Modern Girls and the Moral Revival They Are Leading" in The Washington Times


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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

In Print

Two new columns up at Culture 11. The latest is about progressive host and media sensation Rachel Maddow:
It's no mystery why Maddow has become the darling of the progressive blogosphere: She's one of them. Aside from the minor fact that she doesn't actually have a blog, she otherwise fits the bill quite nicely. She's young. She wears those black hipster glasses (or did--before MSNBC's makeover squad got to her). She worked as a barista. And most importantly, she's an unabashed geek who loves talking (and arguing) about policy: Before taking up hosting duties on Air America, she wrote her dissertation about AIDS and served as a prison-reform activist. Meanwhile, her academic credentials are impeccable. Want to send a liberal into a swoon? Just start quoting from Maddow's resume. She got her B.A. from Stanford! She was a Rhodes Scholar! She has a doctorate in political science! From Oxford! (Trust me--no liberal can discuss Maddow without mentioning the D.Phil.)
The next is a review of two "save-the-males" books:
How did American men get themselves into such a mess? And how do we get them to grow up already? (Or should we even try? For guys in crisis, the slacker man-children in Apatow's movies seem to be having an awful lot of fun.) No matter. It's time to put away childish things--and that includes the remote, the copy of Playboy, and the Wii. Or so say man's latest self-appointed saviors, columnist Kathleen Parker and sociologist Michael Kimmel. American masculinity is in crisis, both say, and something must be done.

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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Christina Hoff Sommers Feminism!

In response to the Linda Hirshman article, Phoebe makes a great point that I, a card-carrying neocon, am ashamed to have missed. Phoebe writes:
I was a bit surprised that neither the discussion of Linda Hirshman's article about the feminist movement nor the original piece bring up what might well be the main problem with "intersectionality," that is, with a "feminism" that has morphed into a universalist struggle against oppression, namely that some fights for the underdog contradict the more basic principles of feminism. When discussing, say, radical Islam (or radical anything else, but Islam is the one that comes up the most), while a feminist would condemn certain practices or traditions, a "feminist" who is simply a leftist or a humanist will point to the oppression Muslim men face in this or that country; will insist that Muslim women are more oppressed as Muslims than as women; and in extreme cases, will denounce as sell-outs those Muslim women who subscribe to a 'Western' feminism.
I also take Phoebe's point here:
To put fighting anti-Semitism above all else is, goes this line of thought, a waste of energy, one could even say, it's like a "feminism" centered around the plight of women who, relatively speaking, are not that oppressed. Do Jews in America, in France, in Israel, have it worse than the rest of humanity, now, in the year 2008?
This critique is exactly why it's so important to distinguish the "serious" cases from the "silly" ones. Even a strong philosemite such as myself finds some of the "struggles" against anti-Semitism absurd. I'm thinking particularly of a story a (Jewish) friend told me about how a Jewish group at his Ivy League college protested after receiving candy canes in their student mail. Despite the absence of any religious literature, the students thought the candy cane's symbolism a possible offense and an attempt by Christians to push their faith on them. My friend was disgusted, especially since he otherwise counted himself a supporter of the group's activities. But the protest, he thought, hurt the fight against anti-Semitism: Not only did it distract from actual cases of anti-Semitism, it also helped anti-Semites conflate real abuses with the silliness of the students' imagined one--all the more so since the students seemed to think they were as oppressed as Jews being killed and attacked in Israel and Europe. Basically, the candy cane controversy is the Jewish equivalent of Judith Warner crying oppression over profiteroles.

Does that mean fighting anti-Semitism or sexism is silly? No, but you need to pick your battles if only so as not to alienate potential supporters and hurt your own cause. Also, as I tried to argue in my last post, it's hard to galvanize activists around your "need" to vacation in Normandy. As worthy as your cause might be, if you let it get hijacked by pretend victims, most people are going to think you're just "crying wolf," and become indifferent, if not outright hostile, to you and your movement.

Perhaps the answer to Hirshman's article is the "Christina Hoff Sommers feminism" to which Rita alluded here--one that puts first real abuses against women's rights first rather than, say, the membership of the Augusta National Golf Club.

P.S. I completely understand Sonny's predicament here:
I tried to find the video clip of Lisa explaining to Homer the difference between correlation and causality, but I couldn't find it. Instead, I found about twenty Dragonball Z mashups. Can anyone explain to me the purpose of a Dragonball Z mashup? And perhaps suggest somewhere to find clips of Simpsons episodes? I feel like most anything in life can be explained by a South Park clip or a Simpsons clip more succinctly than I can explain it.
While working on my Hirshman post, I kept trying to find that hilarious clip from The Simpsons where none of the protesters remember what they're protesting and keep bringing up their own pet causes. That was the entire Hirshman article in a two minute clip.

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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Don't Cry For Me, America

Even though she seems like she'd be an awful person in real life, I kind of like Linda Hirshman. She's a hard-nosed writer, and has a habit of saying interesting and highly un-PC things about women and feminism. Unsurprisingly, she's started yet another controversy with her latest Washington Post op-ed, arguing that feminism has gotten too distracted with other social-justice causes and needs to re-focus it's sights on women, particularly white, middle-class women:
[F]eminists weren't going to do things the old-fashioned, "political" way. Instead, faced with criticism that the movement was too white and middle-class, many influential feminist thinkers conceded that issues affecting mostly white middle-class women -- such as the corporate glass ceiling or the high cost of day care -- should not significantly concern the feminist movement. Particularly in academic circles, only issues that invoked the "intersectionality" of many overlapping oppressions were deemed worthy. Moreover, that concern must include the whole weight of those oppressions. In other words, since racism hurts black women, feminists must fight not only racist misogyny but racism in any form; not only rape as an instrument of war, but war itself. The National Organization for Women (NOW) eventually amended its mission statement to include interrelated oppressions.

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Meanwhile, white middle-class women, who had started the movement, had already gotten a lot of payoff from the removal of many gender-only barriers, such as sex-segregated help-wanted ads, two-tiered wage structures and prohibitions against pregnant schoolteachers. Once the most insulting abuses were removed, many of these women, somewhat ignobly, lost interest. Research among U.S. college women in 1987 (a largely white group) revealed that only a small proportion called themselves feminists; in 1989, a Time/CNN poll revealed the same thing.
As they say, read the whole thing. (See also this excellent discussion.) Hirshman, I think, gets the politics right (a more radical feminism isn't going to win over American voters), but she doesn't seem to get the appeal of the "intersectional" approach for activists. Basically, it helps if the "oppressed" class you are fighting for is actually...well, oppressed.

Feminism failed among white, middle-class women precisely because it was so successful; as Hirshman writes, feminism removed the most egregious barriers to women's liberation, leaving in its wake a lot of trivial, albeit frustrating "first-world problems" to be solved, e.g., what's the most equitable way to divide household chores? should I keep a separate bank account? can I be a stay-at-home mom and still be a good role model for my kids? etc., etc.

The trouble with focusing on such "problems" is that it comes across as self-indulgent whining. (And as evidenced by this blog, I have a high threshold for self-indulgent whining.) Just take a look at the oceans of ink spilled over the Mommy Wars: e.g., this and this and this and this. Isn't it a little strange to say middle-class women are being ignored when they're all over the media? To many people, these women are feminism, and it's not an attractive picture. Yes, it's annoying that your husband leaves his socks on the floor because he can't be bothered to pick them up, but when you have a maid and a nanny to help, is there really that much to complain about? Especially compared to people who have real problems--like bad schools and poverty and not a single French chaumiere of their own to visit come August. Have some perspective, please!

Suffice it to say, the plight of the bourgeois white woman is not a terribly inspiring cause. (Give me Normandy or give me death!) What's more, most of these women's problems aren't amenable to legislative solutions, which makes them difficult for activists to tackle. If you're not going to divorce the guy over dirty socks, what else is there to do? Hirshman would say, "Don't marry a jerk," but how does that help when you've already married the jerk and you like him, dirty socks or no?

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Sunday, June 8, 2008

In Print

I have a review in today's Washington Times about the latest report from the "Mommy Wars," Amy Richards' Opting In:
Welcome to the Land of the Park Slope Stroller Mom, where every compliment is a veiled insult, and every choice no matter how mundane or personal - home birth vs. hospital, disposable vs. cloth diapers - is taken as a declaration of your progressive bona fides (or lack thereof). If you're not run down by a passing Bugaboo stroller, you'll likely soon be by the nonstop passive-aggressive sniping of the other mothers. "You let Baby Bjorn have non-organic carrot sticks? What kind of monster are you?"

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Thursday, April 17, 2008

Thank you...

jerk commenters. Never have I been sorry to be proven right.

Related: Helen's excellent vignette on girls vs. boys.

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Sunday, March 30, 2008

Literary Dealbreakers (Or Why My Romantic Life Is A Bust)

[Warning: This post is in the Maureen Dowd vein of "Why am I single? Well, for starters, how about this column?"]

A friend who has suffered through a few too many of my dating stories sent me this essay by Rachel Donadio about literary dealbreakers. To say I sympathized would be an understatement. This column is now almost as dear to me as the On Language one about men who make spelling errors in their profiles or initial emails. (During my brief online dating phase, this killed me. I mean a couple of emails in, fine--but for the first email, you can't run spell-check?)

Like Laura Miller, I've never gotten past the first date with a few men because of their enthusiasm for Ayn Rand. No one past the mental age of 15 thinks Atlas Shrugged is a good novel. The same with Harry Potter: It's explicitly a book for children. If you are an adult, it cannot be your favorite book. You shouldn't be reading it in the first place, but since I cannot shun 90 percent of English-speakers, I've made my peace with it. Then there was the guy who thought the cartoon characters, Calvin and Hobbes, were named for physicists, which I still do not understand.

My other dealbreaker is J.R.R. Tolkien. Any book involving elves and orcs is for kids, and any book also involving a fictional language that people then learn is for losers. (I've long had this idea about the superiority of the Jewish novel over the Catholic novel that my [Jewish] ex-boyfriend positively adored. He was always urging me to write an article on it. Otherwise, this stance has not been particularly successful with men.) My greatest moment of dating horror--even worse than the brunch buffet with they guy who wouldn't speak--was when I asked a guy I'd been dating for awhile about his favorite book, and he started, "The Lord of--." I must have shrunk back in horror, because he got flustered (he already knew I was a book snob) and finished somewhat sadly, "the Flies." My sense of relief was so great I immediately forgave him William Golding.

(Please note, this isn't a genre-fiction thing. I hate twee adult contemporary lit too. If I ever met someone who loved Larry McMurtry, Elmer Kelton, and Donald Westlake, I'd be ecstatic. If that person also liked True Grit, my life would be complete. And I allow that you can have fond memories of LOTR, The Catcher in the Rye, and other books you read as a kid. Is there a conservative alive today who didn't have an Ayn Rand phase? You just need to have progressed past them.)

Finally, since everything goes back to either Edith Wharton or Norman Rush for me, here is a great passage from Mating on literary taste and dating:
I was groping gingerly for his intellectual keystone, but not gingerly enough. There are certain quagmires to be avoided with people. You can find yourself liking someone who appears intellectually normal and then have him let drop that his favorite book of all time is The Prophet. That wasn't the particular danger with Denoon, but there were others. A guy who tells you the best novel ever written in Clarissa, which also happens to be the first or second novel ever written, is also not unlikely to tell you that the only music he likes to listen to is motets and that art has never really advanced over the cave paintings at Lascaux. I suppose I was on the qui vive for some variant if this reflex because Denoon has said his favorite novel was War and Peace, so I was thinking, Oh no, it's going to be Beethoven for music and Shakespeare for plays. It isn't that these positions are not defensible, but taking them may mean someone is not very individual. One thing you distinctly never want to hear a man you're interested in say softly is that his favorite book in the whole world is The Golden Notebook. Here you are dealing with a liar from the black lagoon and it's time to start feeling in your purse for carfare.

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

A Note

Since many people seem to be confused, I just want to put this out there. As awesome as evolutionary psychology is, the earnest scientist-types who developed these theories did not do so in order to provide you with a get-out-of-jail-free card for acting like a pig. If I see one more post about how something that happened on the savanna a zillion years ago excuses your inability to control yourself today--despite the many blessings of civilization--I will scream.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Leave Megan Alone! UPDATED

I'm seriously amazed at the amount of vitriol aimed at Megan McArdle's every post--particularly her recent Iraq series. Granted she does write a lot on what are basically the pet obsessions of lunatics--e.g., vaccinations, Ron Paul, the gold standard, Ron Paul, and now the Iraq War debate. Certain subjects just bring these people out of the woodwork. For instance, whenever my old boss wrote about Israel, the quality of the correspondence--already low--dropped off the cliff. Also, engaging with crazy people--as Megan is doing now--only encourages them.

Still, I'm not sure this is the entire explanation. I wrote a profile of Megan for Doublethink, to which Tyler Cowen then kindly linked, and suddenly the comments became one long "hot or not?" exercise. The ones that didn't touch on her looks were just ridiculous: "I have a problem with people who twist the truth," declared one idiot commenter, "She lies about having allergies so that restaurants will omit ingredients that she doesn't like." (Go ahead and check: he's totally serious.) Elsewhere, people make fun of her for writing about being tall, her feelings about soy milk, and pretty much anything else she happens to mention as an aside to an otherwise straight-forward post about monetary policy.

So basically having anything personal on your blog as a woman opens you up for attack--even though sharing these kinds of quirks and trivia with your readers is a key part to any successful blog. Women are still seen as unserious, and so blogging--an unserious medium--puts them at a disadvantage. (Why this is so, I don't understand. How is my liking shoes any less serious than [insert male blogger name here] liking baseball or Halo3?)

Rita, naturally, directs me to Hannah Arendt: "You can get taken seriously as a woman if you avoid the use of the word 'I'....Write about politics, not about yourself, period." (Advice you'll note she herself does not follow.) This path is closed off to me as well. My blog is pink, and I only write about "girly" subjects: babies, shoes, relationships, literature, and my inability to deal with mechanical things. Since I can no longer be a serious person, I guess my only option is to embrace the girliness, and devote this blog to ruminations relating Edith Wharton and Jane Austen to my latest handbag purchase.

UPDATE: Rita names some serious women besides Hannah Arendt. I'd add to her list Edith Wharton and George Eliot. Also Cynthia Ozick and Brooke Allen.

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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Take It Like A Man

Maggie Gallagher has an excellent column today about Eliot Spitzer and his wife:
I don't have a lot of hope for the public morality[....] But can we at least end this barbaric practice of dragging your wife before the cameras while you confess your shameful guilt? If she wasn't there in the hotel room when you did your crime, don't ask her to do your time.

[T]he practice requires a man to turn the best instinct of his wife -- to unite behind the family in crisis -- into an instrument of her own public humiliation.

And another thing: Can we end the public practice of trying to shame these wives into divorcing their husbands?

There's a reason we feel impelled to do this these days. Adultery has been redefined as a "private matter," as Spitzer put it in his vain, Clintonian attempt to redirect attention from his crimes to his sin. Because we no longer have any public punishments for adultery, we have turned wives into instruments of the public morality: If she doesn't punish him by divorcing him, he will go unpunished, which is intolerable.

Read the whole thing.

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Creative Bargaining

Dear Bryan Caplan and commenters,

I direct you to the following headline: "Men Who Do Housework May Get More Sex." (Once the shock wears off, you might even look at the actual article too.)

Helpfully,

me

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Friday, March 7, 2008

My Scarlett Johansson Problem

Along with my architecture education, I've been trying to convince J. of the greatness of classic film. This has not worked out so well--mostly because he succeeded in convincing me of the greatness of The Wire first, and now that's all we watch. But pre-Wire, I had just begun to introduce him to Alfred Hitchcock. We saw exactly one film, Vertigo, albeit the greatest Hitchcock film ever. (And yes, North by Northwest is a strong contender, but Vertigo is still better.)

It's probably for the best that our experiment was so short-lived since his main observation at the time was that he found Kim Novak to be "matronly." I was slightly reassured when he explained that (the decidedly not stick-thin) Scarlett Johansson was more to his liking. That is, until I realized serious cleavage makes up for a lot. And that Scarlett Johansson is only "fat" compared to Kate Bosworth, who is now more bobblehead doll than human being. Alas.

Anyway, all of this is a roundabout way of saying I think the old movie stars are a much more glamorous group than the current crop (and I hate Scarlett Johansson). As proof, I submit this Vanity Fair slideshow recreating iconic moments from Hitchcock films. (Don't miss the "behind-the-scenes report" where the director boasts about spending half of Africa's GDP to get these shots.)

My quick assessment: Renee Zellweger as Kim Novak? Seriously? (Also, she just looks weird in that shot.) Naomi Watts makes a good Tippi Hedren; Scarlett Johansson isn't bad as Grace Kelly--better than Gwyneth Paltrow anyway. Note how all the men cast as Cary Grant fail miserably.

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Thursday, March 6, 2008

Public Service Announcement

Dear Kidults, Grups, Child-Men, whatever the latest trend-piece-of-the week is calling you:

I invite you to give this a try. (Explanation here, but don't click until you've played the game.)

Helpfully,

me

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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Ex-Boyfriend Jewelry

Is this a brilliant idea or an awful one? On the one hand, you do need to get rid of all those old trinkets. On the other, who really wants someone else's engagement/wedding rings? (Especially when the seller advertises them thus: "If you're under 25 and getting married, they're a good way to go. Not a lot of commitment." So romantic...)

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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Child-(Wo)Men

Am I the only person out there who found the Charlotte Allen piece...funny? Especially this bit (which granted is the best part):
I swear no man watches "Grey's Anatomy" unless his girlfriend forces him to. No man bakes cookies for his dog. No man feels blue and takes off work to spend the day in bed with a copy of "The Friday Night Knitting Club."
The description of "Grey's Anatomy" is pretty amusing too. (I confess I watched Seasons 1 and 2 even though I knew it was slowly turning my brain to mush.) Anyway, Allen let us off pretty easy. She didn't even mention "Grey's" spinoff, the completely brain-dead "Private Practice." The fact that this show is still on--and is a hit besides--pretty much makes Allen's point for her. Ladies, we should be ashamed. And if that's not enough for you: Who do you think made that "What Shamu Taught Me" column the most emailed article ever? And ensured that every "Modern Love" columnist gets a book deal? These are high crimes.

RELATED: Amber on whether romance novels count as "books." Linda Hirshman on women voters.

P.S. Is there anything that does not make Feministing commenters cry?

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Friday, February 29, 2008

In Which I Make Amends

First off, in case you didn't already know, James Poulos is great. He also seems to be a "co-educatee" of Mr. Fear & Loathing. Far be it from me to turn doctoral candidates against each other; having once been in a Ph.D. program myself, I realize one doesn't need any more enemies. So I officially declare this to be the end of the campus-rape debate. (Resolved: FLG, definitely not a rapist. Also, sorry.) Here are FLG's last posts on the subject.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Child-Men, Part III

In my post on the Heather Mac Donald campus rape piece, I mentioned a certain charming conservative attitude when it comes to women and sex. And lo and behold, here we have Exhibit A: a male blogger aptly titled Fear and Loathing in Georgetown. In reference to a recent alleged sexual assault case at Lewis and Clark, he writes:
But when you drunken text message a guy at 2am and show up to his room drunk and get naked and give him a blow job, do you really expect he is going to respect you?
Actually...yes, I think a woman should expect that. Probably not to marry her or even to date her, but to respect her--in the very limited sense of not treating her like an object or plaything, and certainly not forcing her to do something against her will--definitely.

I wasn't aware this was a controversial stance, but it seems to be so. Certainly, if we're going to tell women how they should conduct themselves sexually, we should offer the guys a little guidance too. But this guidance (with a few honorable exceptions) has not been forthcoming. So let me help. For starters, social conservatives' response to these kind of allegations should not be "Shrug, boys will be boys;" indeed, such a response just confirms radical feminists' view of men as animals who can't control themselves. Unfortunately, many conservatives seem to have given up on the idea of masculine honor, that taking advantage of a drunk woman (which you can do without legally committing rape) is unmanly and disgraceful.

Worse, they act like they're proud to have done so. The attitude is too often, "Great, now we can act on our basest impulses, and when things go wrong...hey, you skanks made the rules." And they make this argument even as they acknowledge that the playing field isn't really level, and sex will always be more emotionally-fraught for women. Shouldn't a recognition of that fact--of women's special vulnerability--entail a moral responsibility to protect those women, even the drunk, skantily-clad ones?

Lastly, might I suggest that if you find yourself frequently in situations where you "ma[k]e [your] partners feel disrespected during sex," you should probably feel ashamed and try to change your behavior--not just chalk it up to the way of the world now that the feminists are in charge.

UPDATE: Fear & Loathing responds.

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Monday, February 25, 2008

Just Go Back To The Fifties And No One Gets Hurt

I just don't get all the conservative opposition to (as Heather Mac Donald calls it) the "campus rape industry." Or I do get some of it, but I don't see how else conservatives would like to solve the problem. Yes, colleges should warn women about the dangers of drinking and not invite porn stars to give lectures. Yes, women should be more prudent (e.g., probably not a smart idea to get drunk and naked at a man's apartment when you don't plan to have sex with him). Agreed, all. But then what?

Mac Donald attacks colleges for treating campus rape in a way inconsistent with the sexual liberationist ethos prevalent elsewhere on campus. But isn't this a feature, not a bug? Don't conservatives agree that men and women are different (especially when it comes to sex), that women are more vulnerable, and that men thus have a special responsibility to protect women? (Think Charlotte Simmons.) As Rita puts it:
Earlier, it might have been argued that such a double standard speaks to inherent gender differences--men are more sexually aggressive by nature, and women less likely to seek out intercourse, so women must be protected from men.
This seems like a much better solution (sneaking social conservatives values in through the back door) than some of the things you hear in certain conservative circles. A few years back, I went to dinner with some friends of my ex-boyfriend, and we got into just this argument. There were two guys at the dinner--seemingly nice, decent men, both social conservative types--and their position was basically, "If they're sluts enough to be willing to go back to my apartment, then they must be game." As they saw it, the occasional date rape was a punishment for the Sexual Revolution. "Payback is a bitch," and all that (an argument which Rita seems to be very close to making, though she probably wouldn't say "punishment.").

So our options it would seem are 1) to go back to the Fifties and no one gets hurt (a solution I don't think any sane conservative sees as desirable or even possible), 2) resign ourselves to the occasional date rape as the collateral damage of the Sexual Revolution (which I think is Rita's ultimate position), or 3) try to deal with these situations seriously even if it's an incoherent and imperfect solution.

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Friday, February 8, 2008

Child-Men, Part II

Another illusion dashed. Judith Warner, I know just what you mean:
I'd thought that in our little bubble, a bubble, it should be said, that was defined not by class or money or education, but rather by goodness and decency and values and realness (even I am laughing now), the men were somehow different from the men Out There who dated women multiple decades younger than themselves, prized them for their looks and their fecundity and fell in love with the magical rejuvenating mirrors they found in the women's adoring young eyes.
RELATED: It's all evolution! And is the only solution for women to become as shallow as men?

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Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Romantic Scripts, Part II

One other random thought on this subject: I'm curious how the pessimism Hymowitz evinces in her "Child-Man" piece about marriage squares with her much sunnier view in Marriage and Caste in America. In the book, she argues that among college-educated men and women (i.e., the demographic from which most "child-men" and "new girls" hail), marriage has seen a resurgence, and it's the poor and uneducated who are really in trouble:
[W]hen it comes to the family, America really has become two nations. The old-fashioned married-couple-with-children model is doing quite well among college-educated women. It is primarily among lower-income women with only a high school education that it is in poor health. This fact may not conform to the view from Hollywood; movies from Kramer vs. Kramer to The Ice Storm to the recent The Squid and the Whale, not to mention unmarried celebrity moms like Goldie Hawn and moms-to-be like Katie Holmes, have helped reinforce the perception that elite women snubbing a conformist patriarchy were the vanguard of a vast social change. Now it's pretty clear that this is a myth saying more about La-La Land than the reality of American family breakdown.
If this still holds, griping about the (only temporarily) muddled romantic lives of elites seems a little like fiddling while Rome burns. There are definitely "child-man" issues in the inner-city culture Hymowitz analyzes in Marriage and Caste, but clearly they aren't the decisive factor in the family breakdown occurring there.

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Romantic Scripts

Phoebe has a good point about the blurring of gender roles being an underlying theme behind Kay Hymowitz's recent look at kids today, but she's wrong, I think, to see this as an exclusively social conservative preoccupation. Nor, as Rita points out in the comments, do most social conservatives (even evangelicals) want to return to the Fifties--if that were even possible in the first place.

What these writers are responding to (and it's not just conservatives; just see Tim Hartford or Jezebel, the other writers Phoebe cites) is the social confusion that this blurring has resulted in, especially when it comes to dating and marriage. The real trouble is not the delaying of marriage--which is happening for numerous reasons too complex to get into here--but the expectations. Women and men no longer have a reliable script for dating and marriage, that X will lead to Y which will lead to Z, etc. They're on their own, and they often have very different ideas of where a relationship is heading. (For example, women tend to see cohabitation as a step toward marriage; men don't.)

As a result, there's a lot of romantic frustration and confusion out there--which tends to get voiced as howls of rage from whichever side feels screwed over at the moment. At one extreme, you have men seeing newly emancipated women demanding more equality at home and the workplace (and often outperforming them), and you get men's rights blogs and lad mags. At the other, you have these high-striving women trying to navigate a path somewhere between June Cleaver and Murphy Brown, and feeling they're getting no help from men, and you get The Rules and The Bitch in the House. And so the argument goes on: When did men become immature buffoons who are committed only to their subscriptions of Maxim? (See: every episode of Sex and the City.) When did women become ball-busting bitches who boss men around all the time? (See: every Internet comment section on sharing housework.)

In pop culture, this romantic upheaval gets played out in movies like Knocked Up, High Fidelity, Juno, and the various other slacker-striver comedies. It's there in fat husband sitcoms on TV. (I recently tried to make this argument to a bunch of male commenters over at Blowhards to no avail. They continue to believe it's a feminist--or gay (?)--conspiracy. See for yourself.)

At some point (one hopes), we'll reach an equilibrium, people will adjust, and we'll have a new script. (Some would argue we're already on our way.) But until then, we'll probably be hearing a lot more of this.

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posted by Cheryl  # 2:39 PM
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I thought we were so past this discussion. I thought we had seen the final triumph of the SNAG, and all bachelor parties were now tame, tasteful affairs--absent scantily-clad women wearing pasties. (That last link was from the Times' Style page--in 1999! This trend is practically prehistoric.) And lest you think I get all my news from the Journal's Taste page, all my male friends have had these nice bachelor parties too.

But alas, I am naive. We live in the era of the "child-man," and strippers still make appearances at bachelor parties--even parties of guys you otherwise consider dateable (i.e., not just misogynist jerks who spend all their time playing Halo 3 and posting on men's rights boards).

Since I don't approve of strippers in really any context, I am not pleased by this development. I'm not sure why paying to watch naked women (or worse, getting a lap dance--which should definitely be off-limits) is somehow sanctioned just because you/your friend is getting married soon. But apparently the bachelor party is some kind of "get out of jail free" card, where you can misbehave in a way you wouldn't normally have to the nerve to--like this cretin:
"Being a married man, I don't get that many chances to see naked women other than my wife," said David Eddie, a novelist who flew in from Toronto for the Beeman weekend. "So I guess I felt like that would have been an opportunity." Although he enjoyed the pate, the first-growths and all the clubby perks, he felt that something was lacking. "My thought was, There's only so much happiness you can take in through your mouth," he said.
("An opportunity?" I seriously hope this guy's wife maxed out the credit cards after reading this and bought herself something expensive and sparkly.)

But then in the age of Maxim and Abercrombie & Fitch ads, are strippers really such a big deal--especially if the guy in question doesn't make the strip club thing a habit? Mark Oppenheimer does have a point here:
Which suggests how pro forma strippers can be. More often than men would like to admit, bachelor parties happen at strip clubs because that's what our culture has expected of men. What's more, the bachelor party used to be the last time a man could expect to see a naked woman other than his wife; but in these days of American Apparel advertising, starlets wear Oscar dresses more revealing than much of what used to pass for burlesque wear.
And if we can be practical for a moment, not dating men who don't think strippers are morally offensive probably means not dating--which is not a desirable outcome.

(N.B.: Since this is an equal opportunity blog, all the ongoing applies to bachelorette "revenge" parties too, which are slightly less gross, but only because they are mostly just pathetic (Note that "revenge" part). Does anyone seriously think women are "getting their fiance's back" by having wild parties of their own?)

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posted by Cheryl  # 10:33 AM
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