Blog changes, tampax, and teaching the body

I’ve been tinkering this week with the layout of the blog.  Let me know if this is an improvement or not.

I spent an hour and fifteen minutes in Tuesday’s Women’s Studies class lecturing  on masturbation, menstruation, and tampons.  (If that don’t got your attention, don’t know what will!)

As I’ve written before, much of my Women’s History course focuses on shifting attitudes towards American women’s bodies.  Tuesday, we spent a fair amount of time reviewing the 19th century panic about women’s sexuality (spurred by the medical "discovery" of the clitoris by the medical profession). I blogged a year ago about some of the unhappy consequences of this panic over young women’s masturbation.

We then connected to this to the history of, of all things, the tampon.  The modern tampon was patented in 1931 by a Dr. Earle Haas, who later sold the patent to what would become the Tampax company.  The first commercially marketed tampons appeared on the market five years later.

What does this have to do with women’s sexuality?  One thing is at least anecdotally evident:  cultural background and openness about sexuality seems to play a critical role in whether or not young women begin to use tampons soon after menarche.  My Asian and Latina students (who comprise two-thirds of my female students) are extremely unlikely to have been encouraged to use tampons when they began to menstruate.  Most tell stories of mothers who insisted on pads, often claiming that the tampon was only to be used by women who had lost their virginity.  One gal shared that she began to use tampons when she was on the her high school dance team where the uniforms made them essential; she told of the horrified and amazed reactions of her friends, who were entirely Hispanic.  At the same time, "white girls" seemed much more likely to use tampons in early to mid-adolescence.  Many of these students are stunned when they hear the myths that their classmates from more culturally conservative backgrounds were raised with. 

This jives with the info in this 2000 Wall Street Journal article.  According to company figures:

While about 70% of women in the U.S., Canada and much of Western Europe use tampons, usage falls to the single digits in a handful of countries such as Japan and Spain, and it’s not even measurable in much of the world. Just 2% of women in Mexico, as throughout most of Latin America, use tampons.

Those figures seem to match the ethnic disparity I see in my classroom. 

Religious and cultural taboos are a hurdle: There is a persistent myth in many countries, for example, that if a girl uses a tampon, she might lose her virginity. "Everywhere we go, women say `this is not for senoritas,’ " says Silvia Davila, P&G’s marketing director for Tampax Latin America. They’re using the Spanish word for unmarried women as a modest expression for young virgins.

This concern crops up in countries that are predominantly Catholic, executives say. In Italy, for instance, just 4% of women use tampons. The Roman Catholic Church says it has no official position on tampons. Nonetheless, some priests have spoken out against the product, associating it with birth control and sexual activities that are forbidden by the Church. Indeed, Tampax faced objections from priests in the U.S. when it introduced tampons in 1936.

In many countries, women aren’t accustomed to spending on themselves, particularly for something they’ll throw out — and that costs a bit more than pads. Women must also understand their bodies to use a tampon. P&G is finding that in countries where school health education is limited, that understanding is hard won. P&G marketers say they often find open boxes of tampons in stores — a sign, P&G says, that women were curious about the product but unsure as to how it worked. (Bold emphasis is mine).

What I argue in my course is that tampon acceptance is linked to broader issues of acceptance of women’s bodies.  The real threat of the tampon is not that it will take a girl’s virginity!  Rather, it’s that a woman who learns how to use it must of necessity gain some knowledge of how she works "down there."    Denying young girls access to tampons is a small but tangible way of keeping them ignorant of their own bodies. In that sense, I argue, cultural hostility to tampons can be linked to cultural hostility to female masturbation.   When a woman uses a tampon, she rejects the idea that her body is something of whose processes she ought to be unaware; when she masturbates, she discovers not only pleasure, she discovers that her body truly belongs to her.

I’m always careful to check in on the comfort level my students have when we talk about these things.  Discussion of masturbation and menstruation, clitorises and tampons can be overwhelming in any setting, even more so with a male college professor leading the class.  But by God, it’s necessary!  One young woman wrote in her journal this week:  "It was a very interesting discussion.  I didn’t know we had a clitoris, or knew it was a word.   I think it’s a good thing to talk about."  (Emphasis mine.)  She’s not the first to write something like that.  Remember, these are college students, but they come from many different backgrounds and many parts of the world.

I try and choose my words carefully.  I don’t make assumptions or give direction to my students as to what they ought to do.  What kind of sanitary products to use, and whether to masturbate or not, are, of course highly personal decisions that should be made without professorial suggestion. Choosing a tampon over a pad is not an inherently feminist act.  One could also be a feminist and choose not to masturbate for spiritual reasons, a point I acknowledge. But ignorance and shame are never, ever congruent with the spirit of feminism.  They are the twin evils that we are struggling against.

But whatever our spiritual orientations, it’s vital in gender studies that we teach the history of the body.   It’s equally vital that we challenge our students’ cultural and sexual assumptions, even if, on occasion, we need to acknowledge some embarrassment when we do so.  (I always say it’s okay to laugh and it’s okay to blush.)  Above all, I want my students to continue the conversations that we begin in class with their friends and with their family members.  On topics so sensitive (pun intended), the best discussions will happen in more intimate settings than the classroom.  It’s my fervent hope that what we do in the class will stimulate many good cross-generational, cross-ethnic talks among women — and men.

The relief of the verdict in the OC Rape Case

Sheelzebub has been doing a fine job of blogging the retrial in the now-infamous Orange County gang-rape case.  I haven’t posted about it, but I was quite relieved yesterday when I heard that the three defendants were convicted of sexual assault.  (For the background and history of this case, see the Orange County Weekly’s archive of stories.  It’s grim and tawdry reading, I’m afraid.)

Feminists have long complained that rape victims are forced to defend their character in court.  I’d like to be able to tell my students and my youth group kids that the days when defense attorneys asked rape victims if they were "asking for it" or were "sluts" are long over. Alas, as the many stories in the OC Weekly make clear, the teenage survivor in this case was subjected to the most appalling personal attacks by the defense attorneys.  Last summer, in the first trial in this case, the slurs worked; 11 of 12 jurors voted to acquit the three rapists.  This time, the prosecution took on a more aggressive pro-feminist sensibility, one that argued explicitly for the rights of all women, including the promiscuous and the addicted.  I am so happy to say today that this time, the jury rejected the defense attacks and chose to defend all victims of rape, regardless of their sexual histories.

No one denies that Jane Doe (who was 16 at the time of the gang-rape) was and is a troubled young woman.  She has stipulated to her own history of promiscuity and addiction, and she currently faces charges of methamphetamine possession.  Faced with the overwhelming evidence provided by the videotape of the rape, attorneys for the three men accused of the assault made Jane Doe’s past (and her integrity) the central issue in this case.  They called her every name in the book, and dwelt with disturbing eagerness on her sexual history.  Happily it didn’t work, and much of the credit must go to the prosecution, which wittingly or no, struck a real blow for women’s rights. 

Here’s a powerful description of part of the closing argument in the case:

…prosecutor Chuck Middleton, the chief assistant DA, made his final remarks to jurors. He displayed a simple chart that read:

Prostitute
Teacher
Stripper
Mother
Daughter
Lawyer
Nun
Slut
Virgin
Sister
Porn Star

”All these people have the same rights no matter what their sexual history is,” said Middleton. “Each of them can be a sexual-assault victim under the law which governs this case. Even if payment had been exchanged for sex, all bets are off once that person passes out and cannot consciously consider whether she wants to have sex or withdraw consent. The law does not allow the assumption that a woman’s sexual history renders her body an object which can be used and abused for another person’s sexual, criminal gratification.

For using that chart, Middleton gets to be my pro-feminist male hero of the week.

I’ve worked with some fairly troubled teenage girls.  I’ve known some who, by their own admission, have led lives not dissimilar from Jane Doe’s.  Some have endured similar assaults, but were left with only physical pain and foggy memories, but no videotaped proof of what was done to them.  I can think of one young woman in particular whom I know quite well.  I’ll call her "Kala." She’s 16, the same age as the survivor in this case.  Kala’s got a "reputation", one that may be somewhat exaggerated by her "friends", but as she herself admits quite openly, is also partially deserved.  Her problems with substances and with boys have led to more than one intervention, but Kala has not yet pulled out of her downward spiral.    And yet all of Kala’s poor choices, and all the names thrown at her, do not for a minute rob her of her right to be seen as a human being, a child of God, worthy of dignity and protection.  Knowing what Kala gets up to, many of the adults in her life fear for her, aware that we can only do so much to protect her.  We know that what happened to Jane Doe can happen to her.  But if it were (God forbid) to happen to her, we also know that her poor judgment would not for a minute mitigate the guilt of those who would abuse her if she were incapacitated and defenseless.  In a small way, this verdict makes me feel that the Kalas of the world are just a bit safer today.

What cheers me most about the verdict is that it sends the message that all young women, even those who are derided as "tramps" and "sluts", are worthy of the law’s protection.  The wise jurors in this case, guided by a strong (and in many ways, pro-feminist) prosecution chose to defend the dignity of all women, even those whose sexual decision-making offends popular sensibilities.  I’m very pleased.

Thursday Short Poem — Zagajewski’s Self-Portrait

I had fully expected to put up a poem with an Easter theme this week.  I read through several candidates, but none had appeal.  But I’ve been thinking a lot about my Dad, whose 70th birthday party will be on Saturday.  My Austrian-born, English-raised father is today one of my dearest friends and heroes.  I love him very much, and cannot imagine teaching the course I do on men and masculinity without his loving influence.  (Just as my mother inspired me on my pro-feminist journey.) 

I think of my Dad when I think of this poem because he is  a gentle, cello-playing philosopher with a fondness for coins and art museums — all themes that Adam Zagajewski (can you tell I love Polish poets?) touches upon in this gorgeous Self Portrait.

Between the computer, a pencil, and a typewriter
half my day passes. One day it will be half a century.
I live in strange cities and sometimes talk
with strangers about matters strange to me.
I listen to music a lot: Bach, Mahler, Chopin, Shostakovich.
I see three elements in music: weakness, power, and pain.
The fourth has no name.
I read poets, living and dead, who teach me
tenacity, faith, and pride. I try to understand
the great philosophers–but usually catch just
scraps of their precious thoughts.
I like to take long walks on Paris streets
and watch my fellow creatures, quickened by envy,
anger, desire; to trace a silver coin
passing from hand to hand as it slowly
loses its round shape (the emperor’s profile is erased).
Beside me trees expressing nothing
but a green, indifferent perfection.
Black birds pace the fields,
waiting patiently like Spanish widows.
I’m no longer young, but someone else is always older.
I like deep sleep, when I cease to exist,
and fast bike rides on country roads when poplars

and houses
dissolve like cumuli on sunny days.
Sometimes in museums the paintings speak to me
and irony suddenly vanishes.
I love gazing at my wife’s face.
Every Sunday I call my father.
Every other week I meet with friends,
thus proving my fidelity.
My country freed itself from one evil. I wish
another liberation would follow.
Could I help in this? I don’t know.
I’m truly not a child of the ocean,
as Antonio Machado wrote about himself,
but a child of air, mint and cello
and not all the ways of the high world
cross paths with the life that–so far–
belongs to me.

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A haiku for Bobby Knight

I am frustratingly busy on this Wednesday afternoon with various papers and journals to grade.  I only have time to confess that in a most surprising way, I am a huge fan of Texas Tech Red Raider (and former Indiana) head coach Bobby Knight.  I’ve been an admirer for over twenty years; I was hooked after I watched his Hoosiers win the 1987 national title.  For all his anger and "old school" methods, he has a remarkable charm and humanity that I find endearing. 

As strange as it may sound from a pro-feminist gender studies liberal, if I had a son, I’d be thrilled to send him off to play for Coach Knight.   Is it because I secretly am enchanted with the harsh discipline and mystique of gruff masculinity that surrounds him?  Possibly.  Or maybe I just appreciate a man of so many apparent contradictions, a man whose cantankerousness is matched by his legendary generosity, whose bile is matched by his brilliance.

So as I am wont to do, I wrote a haiku for him which I originally posted on Annika’s website.

Rage now, Red Raider
Prolong winter’s game to spring
Glory o’ercomes bile.

I originally had it as overcomes, somehow thinking that that word had but two syllables; Annika suggested the archaic "o’ercomes" as a compromise.  I could also use "conquers" instead.

I really need to get back to grading.

Liberty, Falwell, and the embarrassment of being in the same body

Once again, it poured on Pasadena yesterday afternoon.  My hopes for a leisurely run at the Rose Bowl dashed, I decided to run on the treadmill at the gym.  (Sometimes, the thought of running in a downpour is more appealing than others.)  I was reminded at once of why I loathe doing cardio workouts indoors.  The first factor to overcome is the tremendous boredom; 40 minutes on a treadmill feels like 2 hours on the trails.  My short attention span needs new and different things to look at; at 24 Hour Fitness, all I could do was watch the local news broadcast on the club’s giant televisions and marvel at just how poorly the show was captioned for the hearing-impaired. 

I’m also someone who sweats profusely, and I run in constant anxiety that with every stride, I am spraying those nice folks trying to work out around me.  Sigh. I’ll be out on the road this afternoon, come rain or hail or shine.

I did make it home in time to see the second half of the women’s basketball game between DePaul and Liberty University.  I confess, I was rooting madly for the Liberty Flames.  I love underdogs, and Liberty was seeded 13th in their regional while DePaul was seeded 5th.  On the other hand, as ESPN’s cameras reminded us constantly, Liberty is Jerry Falwell’s university.   Falwell sat near his team, beaming as his Flames pulled off the exciting upset.

As a self-described progressive evangelical, I’ve had to do a lot of praying for Brother Jerry over the years.  I don’t know why, but I find him harder to like than any other figure on the Christian Right, Pat Robertson included.   Perhaps based on the history of my own faith journey, I am more sympathetic to Pentecostals like Robertson than strict Baptists like Falwell; there’s something about charismatics that suggests fallibility and humanity.  (The stories of the internecine battles between Falwell and Robertson are legendary; they are uneasy allies at best.)  Falwell always strikes me as unappealingly smug.

Still, there’s little denying the remarkable job he has done at Liberty (which he founded in 1971), building it single-handedly into a medium-sized university with a slowly rising reputation.  Mind you, Liberty is a long way from being considered in the same breath with the older, smaller stars of evangelical higher education like Calvin, Wheaton, and Westmont.  Then again, Liberty has a far more aggressive mission than those more intellectually-inclined campuses.  Liberty’s doctrinal statement is far more theologically conservative than at other Christian schools, reflecting the far right-wing of the Baptist tradition.  And in a list of Liberty’s distinctives, Falwell makes it clear that Liberty has a very obvious political agenda.  He writes that his school is different from all others because it has:

An uncompromising doctrinal statement, based upon an inerrant Bible, a Christian worldview beginning with belief in biblical Creationism, an eschatological belief in the pre-millennial, pre-tribulational coming of Christ for all of His Church, dedication to world evangelization, an absolute repudiation of “political correctness,” a strong commitment to political conservatism, total rejection of socialism, and firm support for America’s economic system of free enterprise.

Yup, the Gospel rings with the defense of America’s economic system of free enterprise.  It’s just that the silly folks at other evangelical seminaries (not to mention the Catholics and the Mainlines) haven’t been able to do the proper textual exegesis to discover what Brother Jerry and his students know in their hearts to be true.

But I know that part of me likes to poke fun at Falwell because frankly, he embarrasses me.  As an evangelical surrounded by folks more liberal on theological and cultural issues than myself, I find myself constantly lumped together with him.  (If I had a dollar for every time a non-believer has said, "Hugo, now you’re sounding like Falwell", I could afford, well, a nice dinner out for my fiancee and myself.)  I don’t like his style, I don’t like his politics, and I think he misreads Scripture and gives other evangelicals a bad name in the public sphere.  But I also recognize that this embarrassment is, at least partially, my own sinful pride at work.  I don’t want other folks to think I’m at all like Jerry Falwell because I think my views are subtler, more compassionate, more evolved, and frankly, more congruent with the spirit of Christ than his.  That’s arrogance and hubris, and it’s something I need to cop to and for which I need to repent.  Paul tells us that the body of Christ is a unit made up of many parts.  The eye cannot say to the hand, "I don’t need you."  And though it is hard for me to believe sometimes, progressive Christians cannot say to a Jerry Falwell, we don’t need you.  Sometimes I have my own uncharitable suspicions as to which part of the body of Christ Falwell represents, but I know that he and I and our churches share the same God, often pray the same prayers, and are struggling to discern divine will in our lives.

So as part of my repentance, I rooted hard for the Flames.  They played magnificently, led by the tremendously talented 6’8" senior center, Katie Feenstra.  (Is it awful of me to worry about how a young woman that tall, and presumably without a huge income, affords nice clothes in her size?)  Feenstra dominated DePaul, and I predict will give #1-ranked LSU fits in the next round of the tournament.   Though I doubt that Liberty will be able to beat the best team in the nation, despite (and perhaps now because of) my own issues with their chancellor and founder, I’ll be rooting madly for the Flames in the Sweet Sixteen.

Navel-gazing and being a good sport

Okay, skip this one if you aren’t interested in self-absorbed introspection.

In his latest e-newsletter, Glenn Sacks is quite charitable.  Under a heading entitled "Giving the Devil His Due", he writes:

Hugo Schwyzer is many things to many people but whatever one’s opinion of him, he certainly is gracious and a good sport about receiving criticism.

I’m pleased by that.  I am well aware that one classic stereotype of feminists and their male allies is of humorlessness.    When I speak publicly about feminism, or lead workshops on gender issues, I find that both men and women expect me to be uptight, serious, and entirely devoid of playful good nature.   I have a friend who teaches English; when he tells folks at parties what he does for a living, they often get just a bit on edge, making feeble jokes about their own poor grammar.  (As if they expect him to interrupt them mid-sentence, crying "Stop!  You just split your infinitive!)  I run into the same sort of thing all too frequently — people seem to expect someone who works in gender studies to be tiresomely earnest and perpetually grim.

During the debate on Sunday’s show, I made it a point to make regular eye contact with Glenn and Amy, and to smile as often as possible.  When we went to a commercial break after one vigorous exchange, I took off my headphones, grinned at them both, and said "That was a good segment, wasn’t it?"  I suppose I wanted to make it very clear that being a pro-feminist advocate does not mean that one has to be unpleasant to one’s critics.  I was also following an old family script of mine.  I was raised to "disagree without being disagreeable."   Folks in my family don’t shout.  Ever.  We try and avoid getting red in the face.  We may verbally skewer each other, but when the argument is over, we were all taught to hug (or at least shake hands) and go about the business of life together.  In a family that often included Marxists and strict Reform Calvinists at the same dinner table, that kind of "good sportspersonship" was essential to our collective happiness.

But it’s in this area that I also fall short.  My own sin is clear: I’m sorry to say that I still tend to view those who personalize political and cultural disagreement as being "less evolved."   When I get really nasty hate mail (and boy, do I get a lot of it in my inbox these days), I read it, chuckle, and delete it.  I was taught that outer expressions of anger and the accompanying use of profanity was vulgar, and that folks who behaved in such a fashion were not to be emulated, or, for that matter, taken seriously.   When I am confronted with a "shouter", my fighting style is to become ever more soft-spoken. I don’t back down, but I confess I do start to patronize my opponent. A big part of me believes that in any disagreement, he or she who first loses emotional control has also lost the argument on its merits.  I’ve worked hard to change this about myself, but it isn’t easy.  (Is it now becoming obvious why I’ve been divorced three times?)

It’s easy to confuse a commitment to calm and civility with the absence of real convictions.  I do have passionate core beliefs, though I freely confess that many of those have changed and shifted over the course of my life.  (My family motto is "Often in error, never in doubt.")  But as I’ve written before, my belief in politeness and civility is deeper than my political commitments.  I long believed that this commitment to good manners was a sign of virtue, but I have begun to wonder if it isn’t simply a rather unpleasant (and passive-aggressive) way of trying to assert dominance.  I’m still struggling with that one.

At the same time, I continue to believe it is always and everywhere a good idea to be cordial with one’s opponents.  I have to admit, I like Glenn Sacks. I liked Amy Alkon.  I think they’re wrong on the issue of Choice 4 Men, and they obviously regard me as deeply misguided.  But even profound disagreement ought never trump warmth and affection for God’s immensely loveable creatures.

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Fair Share

I’m happy to report that the Pasadena City College chapter of the California Teachers Association has, at long last, made the brave move to impose the "fair share service fee" on all of our full-time faculty.  Our union engages in collective bargaining with the district, and is the sole representative of faculty interests during that process.  For years and years, membership in our local CTA chapter has been optional.  About half of the current faculty (including myself) are members, but about half choose to get a "free ride" by enjoying the benefits CTA negotiates without paying dues to the union.  (Dues are steep, mind you: I pay a base of about $850 annually, and I also add in a bit extra for our local political action committee.)

Since 2001, California law has permitted public employee unions to collect fees from non-members.  The principle is simple — no full-time teacher ought to receive for free the benefits that his or her colleagues have paid to negotiate.  Membership in the union itself, of course, is voluntary — and those who will now have the fair share fee automatically deducted from their paychecks will not be obligated to participate in union activities. 

I confess I have mixed feelings about forcing some of my virulently anti-union colleagues into paying for union activities.  (Yes, Virginia, there are tenured faculty members who loathe the very idea of employee unions.  Some of them are even my friends.)   I have to confess that when union membership was voluntary, I took a small amount of pleasure in gently reminding the non-payers in the department that my voluntary dues were subsidizing their benefits!  Now, I expect to hear their outrage.

Ultimately,of course, I support fair share implementation.  Like it or not, faculty are laborers.  Though our individual relationships with college administrators may be warm and cordial, we cannot forget that under the rules of collective bargaining, they are the management whose primary charge is to lower costs (which means limiting salaries and benefits.)  In this (admittedly civil and friendly) adversarial atmosphere, faculty ought to stand together.  Those who don’t like collective bargaining don’t have to give a minute of their time to the process — but they don’t have the right to reap the benefits without having paid for them.

The good news for those of us who have been paying dues is that once fair share is implemented, our monthly deductions will decline (slightly), as we will no longer need to cover the hundreds of faculty who have so far refused to stand with us.

I’m curious to know how many other teachers out there belong to "fair share" collective bargaining units.  How many other states permit this practice?

Russell Fox on Terri Schiavo and consistent life

I haven’t blogged Terri Schiavo, largely because I can’t get my own feelings clear on the issue. Fortunately, fellow blogger Russell Arben Fox has done the work for me in a magnificent post today entitled "Frayed Garment."   Russell and I share, at least in many ways, a commitment to the consistent-life ethic — what is often called the "seamless garment" approach to life issues. 

In his post, Russell relies on John Paul II’s Ecclesia in America (1999).  An excerpt that Russell cites is particularly fine:

Nowadays, in America as elsewhere in the world, a model of society appears to be emerging in which the powerful predominate, setting aside and even eliminating the powerless: I am thinking here of unborn children, helpless victims of abortion; the elderly and incurably ill, subjected at times to euthanasia; and the many other people relegated to the margins of society by consumerism and materialism. Nor can I fail to mention the unnecessary recourse to the death penalty when other bloodless means are sufficient to defend human lives against an aggressor and to protect public order and the safety of persons….

I’m with His Holiness on that one.  I want you to read all of Russell’s piece on Schiavo, but this bit stood out.  I can’t remember the last time I read something by a blogging colleague that made me say,"Yes, that’s exactly it."  Russell concludes:

Those teen-agers with the red tape over their mouths, silently shouting "Life!" to those who pass by–I would not critique the purity of their intent for a moment. But when the movement which makes use of their intentions is one which separates concern for the unborn from concern for the born, which disaggregates social policy governing feeding tubes from that which governs food stamps, which rushes to engage the federal government to give Terri Schiavo every therapeutic measure, but provides no therapy for those who already lack such…well, perhaps what we have here isn’t wrongheadedness, isn’t crass manipulation, but defect. Something cultish, engaged in a selective and derivative witnessing, rather than something broad and decent. I defer to no one in my horror of abortion, but to make abortion and abortion alone (or euthanasia and euthanasia alone, or even just this case or that case but not all the sundry–and expensive!–cases in between) the measure of one’s seamless garment of life is to wear something frayed and threadbare.

Jeez, that last sentence alone made me sit up at my desk and cheer.

Thoughts on the show and the false charge of the declining libido

My second appearance on the Glenn Sacks show seemed to go a bit smoother than the first.  (You can listen to the archived broadcast here.)  Despite suffering from vertigo, Glenn was his usual pleasant self.  (He had a column published in the LA Times yesterday on boys, schools, and the gender gap.)

Amy Alkon was a delight.  She’s caustic, warm, and talks a mile a minute.  While waiting for the show to begin, we sipped Cokes in the radio station lounge and engaged in some friendly sparring.  She asked about Matilde, which made me very happy, and we had an extremely brief pre-show debate on sexual ethics.

As I wrote after my first appearance on Glenn’s show, the format of AM talk radio does not lend itself well to thoughtful discussion.  (Which explains why I spend most of my time listening to NPR; I’m a "Talk of the Nation" junkie.  Further evidence of my hopelessly blue-state, out-of-touch with the mainstream tendencies, I suppose.)  The first time I was on the show, I had reams of notes filled with things I felt I had to say.  This time, I brought nothing with me, and was a bit nonplussed when Amy pulled out sheets and sheets of paper, including copies of my posts on Choice 4 Men.  Fortunately, I didn’t forget everything I wanted to say, and remembered to get my key points across as quickly as possible.

Much of the discussion focused on the issue of men’s choice and equal protection. I think Ampersand and Trish Wilson have done a fine job addressing the legal questions raised by the Choice 4 Men movement (check out some of the suggested links at their sites, as well as the comments sections.)  I’m not a constitutional scholar, and defer to the wisdom of those more familiar with American jurisprudence than I.  My attack on Choice 4 Men was on ethical and moral rather than legal grounds, and I feel more comfortable keeping the discussion in that particular arena.

Ultimately, Amy and I were arguing our positions out of two radically different world views.  Amy believes that sex outside the context of a committed relationship can be good and healthy.  She believes very strongly that both men and women can separate the desires of the body from the needs of the heart and the spirit, and (assuming adequate birth control is used), do so with physical and emotional impunity.  As the listeners heard, both Amy and I regard each other as fundamentally unrealistic about human nature.  When I made the point that at its very core, sexual intercourse is always a relational act that connects two people emotionally and spiritually (whether the parties involved are conscious of it or not), as well as physically, she asked, "What world are you living in"?

On the other hand, I think her conviction that most human beings can (and should) sever sexual activity from a concomitant responsibility for another human being is based on a poor understanding of human psychology.   It’s a particularly destructive idea for young women.  Our "culture of promiscuity" (a phrase she asked me to clarify) encourages young people to "hook up" without emotional expectations.  The evidence is considerable that this is immensely damaging to the self-esteem of young women; particularly harmful is the notion (that I think Amy implicitly endorses) that young women can "learn to outgrow" what she regards as the culturally imposed connection between sexual activity and emotional connectedness.  I am convinced that sexuality itself can never be successfully separated from commitment and connectedness, even if many of us manage to fool ourselves that it can.

Amy and I also disagreed on the question of whether Choice 4 Men’s agenda reflects the best interest of the child.  She argued that biological fathers who don’t want to be involved in their child’s life ought not to be coerced into any involvement (even financial), as unwilling fathers invariably make poor fathers.  I am certainly not suggesting that every man who unintentionally impregnates a woman ought to marry her.  Even if he never sees his child, however, his financial support (voluntary or compulsory) will almost certainly improve his child’s life circumstances.  But I also think that marrying for the sake of the child may have some positive benefits.  As Judith Wallerstein points out in her terrific The Unexpected Legacy of Divorce, children who were raised in high-conflict (unhappy) marriages "do better" statistically than children who were raised by single parents.  (Obviously, children raised by two parents in a low-conflict marriage do best of all.)  To my mind, there’s no question that forcing even unwilling fathers to be at least financially (and ideally, physically) involved in their children’s lives is demonstrably in those children’s best interests.

Anyhow, I feel "done" with this topic for a while.

Oh, one more thing.  Glenn really annoyed me when he suggested, near the end of the show, that it was relatively easy for a "middle-aged" man like myself (37!) to advocate male sexual restraint.  After all, he said, teenage boys have raging libidos that are much more difficult to control.  Isn’t it unfair, he asked, for "older men" such as he and I (whose sex drives have presumably diminished) to demand that our younger brothers exercise the same kind of self-control that we are able to maintain?   For the record, I completely reject the premise of the question, but I chose not to do so on the air.  After all, nothing could be more pointless (and potentially embarrassing) than making a stirring declaration as to the enduring strength of my libido!  How can I disprove his implication without blogging about matters far too personal for even this relatively candid forum?  I suppose I’ll just have to accept not being able to respond to Glenn’s suggestion that my diminishing sex drive is responsible for my commitment to male self-restraint.  But I’m a bit irked about that this morning.

Race and marriage

I won’t have time to post again between today and Sunday’s show, but I will have a full wrap-up on Monday morning.  Lots of grading to do today, and if I am going to give student papers the attention they deserve, I need to take myself to a coffee shop (away from the computer and the television.)

I must credit the Stand Your Ground forum for the link to this article from the Guardian:  Whatever Happened to Sista Love?  

According to the most
recent National Survey of Ethnic Minorities, half of Caribbean-origin
men had a white partner, and 40% of Caribbean origin children had one
white parent. In contrast, 80% of Asian men had same-race partners.
"For most of us, the mixing of races is the inevitable result of
socialising in big cities," says the writer Sophie Radice. True. In
fact, white female fascination with black men, and vice versa, is as
old as slavery and stereotypes of the black male libido.

But
what is happening now is not the result of random, individual choice
but a manifestation of a rejection of black women. Sure, you hear all
the cliche rhetoric about "I don’t see colour" or "love is
colour-blind", but not even the person saying it believes a word of it.
The unfortunate bottom line is that most of these "brothers" think
their sistas are an inferior product. What makes the situation galling
is that rather than accept that’s how they see things, the men try and
come up with a thousand reasons why black women are their own worst
enemies.

This is a familiar story in the USA, but I hadn’t realized that it had also become a British phenomenon.  It’s got me thinking this morning.

My  black students are overwhelmingly women.  Outside of my gender studies classes (which are 80-90% female), my courses have roughly equal numbers of male and female students.  As far as I can tell, I have similar numbers of white men and women, Hispanic men and women, and Asian men and women.  But among African-Americans, I have at least three women for every man.  The disparity is notable.   The disparity is also notable in terms of academic achievement.   I’ve quietly kept tabs on the ethnic break-down of my grading; I note that women and men do equally well among all ethnic groups except for blacks.  I’ve never blogged this before, but running some numbers in my office last year I discovered that black women were more likely to earn high grades than any other demographic group with the exception of older (over 40) students.  On the other hand, black males were statistically less likely to earn As.   (Again, for any students who are reading this, please don’t take this as an infallible predictor of future performance!)

As a white male, I’m obviously aware that my own racial bias might play a part in this.  I’ve quietly checked out my grading patterns with a few of my colleagues, and I hear the same things.  We all have our stories of remarkably ambitious, talented, and interesting black women students.  We have far fewer stories of exceptional black men.  (I can think of a couple, but not many.)  It leaves me wondering if rather than internalized racism, it’s the "success gap" between black women and black men that’s the major culprit in black men’s rejection of their sisters as mates.  A little Internet research seems to bear this out.  See here, and here, and here.  Are black men simply intimidated by this success gap?  It’s not a question I am qualified to answer, but I find it interesting to consider.

On the other hand, we see far fewer marriages between black women and white men.    Though I zealously guard my fiancee’s privacy, I have mentioned before that she is of Afro-Colombian descent.  In the traditional language of black culture, she can "pass"; most white folks are actually surprised to discover she has considerable black ancestry.  (Black men and women seem to have a much easier time identifying her as such.  No, you don’t get a photo.).   For the record, I note with some chagrin that many people seem unduly astonished at the "racial aspect" of our relationship.  For far too many people, marriages between white men and black women remain virtually unheard of.   When people ask about my fiancee’s mixed racial heritage, I am always careful to mention the African part first, usually to quickly ferret out any hidden bigotry.  Happily, we don’t tend to run into overt racism — but we do tend to encounter some astonishment from time to time…

Off for coffee and grading.