Closing the doors: men, aging, younger women, and ego

I posted last Thursday about my friend Sean and his experience with a Starbucks barista less than half his age.  As you’ll recall, Sean had thought the young woman was flirting with him; it turned out that she was "checking him out" in hopes of introducing him to her mother.  Sean was bemused and crestfallen, but has promised to call the mom (whose number he was given.)  I’ll give an update when I get it.

A number of folks asked again what a man Sean’s age (my age, just on the cusp of 40) would see in a young woman of 19.  The socio-biology crowd usually trots out the fertility argument: older men are attracted to younger women because they can more easily conceive our children.  I have very little time for evolutionary biology as an explanation for human behavior, but then again, I’m trained in the humanities and the social sciences!   

In any case, let me offer a different explanation: the fragility of the aging male ego.  Sean and I — and a number of my other male friends — are in our (very) late thirties and early forties.   And though some of us are straight, and others of us are gay, and some of us are married, and some of us are fathers, and some of us are doing what we love and others hate what they do — all of us are acutely conscious of getting older.  The signs of our aging show up in countless ways.  They show up in the lines on our faces; the grey on our heads, beards, chests; the thickening of our middles.  The signs show up in other ways, too: our parents are becoming more frail.  We are starting to worry more about mom and dad than they worry about us.  For many of my peer group — as for me — our parents are dying.  I can think of half-a-dozen friends who have lost their dads in the past couple of years, just as I did in June.

We fight our aging in a number of ways.  In my case, now that I am seven months from 40, I’ve revamped my diet (I’m achingly close to being a true vegan). I work out a great deal, and have dropped fifteen pounds since my dad’s funeral in early July.  I also make sure to eat my veggies, and I check my skin assiduously for growths and bumps and moles.  (Running shirtless in  Southern California risks turning Hugo into a melanoma farm.)  I won’t bother with worrying about wrinkles or grey hairs, however.  My pride dictates to me that diet and exercise are the "right" ways to fight aging; cosmetics and (heavens forfend) plastic surgery are the "wrong" ways.   Forget the Botox, pick up the boxing gloves.

But it would be disingenuous to insist that my buddies and I are all fighting against death.  Yes, we want to be healthy; yes, we want to live long enough to see our grandchildren graduate high school — even if we don’t reproduce until our fifth decade.  We want to outlive our fathers.   Yet there’s more to all of this effort than keeping ourselves healthy, and it ties in with what was going on with Sean and his barista last week.  We not only want to be fit and youthful, we want to hold on to the world of "limitless possibility" that so many of us associate with our teens and twenties.

So many older men hit on younger women for reasons that have little to do with sex and everything to do with a profound desire to reassure ourselves that we’ve still got "it."  "It" isn’t just physical attractiveness; "It" is the whole masculine package of youth, vitality, charm, sex appeal, and, above all else, possibility. When a 19 year-old flirts with a 39 year-old (as Sean thought the barista was flirting with him), it feels like the world is reassuring the fella that there’s still time, there are still new opportunities, still a chance to be young.  What was so painful to Sean –even as he laughed about it — was that while he imagined the barista saw him in the category of "potential boyfriend", she saw him as "potential step-dad."  Where he wanted to present himself as filled with erotic potential, she apparently saw him as "safe" and "nice" and "perfect for my mom."  He was using  Starbucks gal as a gauge to measure whether he still had "It", and she gave him a very clear answer: No.

I am absolutely convinced that many of my peers (and men older than myself) chase younger women for precisely this reason.  It’s not that women our own age are less attractive, it’s that they lack the culturally-based power to reassure our fragile, aging egos that we are still "younger than our fathers", still hot and hip and filled with potential.  Inspiring romantic or erotic desire in women young enough to be our daughters becomes the most potent of all anti-aging remedies, particularly when we can display our much younger mates to our peers.   By comparison, the famous little red sports car reveals only the size of our pocketbook; attracting a girl barely out of her teens reveals the enduring power of our youthful appeal.  And for those men who are desperately afraid of losing out on possibilities, afraid of closing doors, afraid of the humble acceptance that things have changed forever — then there is nothing, nothing more compelling than significantly younger women.

Women our own age know us.  Really well.  A man my age finds that "lines" don’t work as well on women around 40 as they do on women around 20.  Experience is not the best teacher, but she’s not a bad one either; most single women in our peer group have heard it all before, six times over.  And when we string together sentences filled with eloquent bullshit, our female peers will smell it and call us on it.   While some younger women can also see through our sad little facades, the less experienced she is, the better our chances of deceiving her.  And when we deceive her, we get the chance to see ourselves through her eyes, as we would like to be seen: heroic, decisive, strong, sexy.  Women our own age are less likely to buy what we’re selling without a thorough test drive.  (Yeah, the metaphors are flyin’, but you get the point.)

As I near 40, I find myself constantly quoting the lines from the Donald Justice poem:

Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.

One of the most important doors to close is the door marked "everlasting youth."  Part of growing up is learning to accept that our choices are finite, that our youth is temporary, that the sexual desirability we may have had (or wished we had had) at 25 is gone, or at the least, significantly changed.  Another door we  must learn to close is the one marked with the unwieldy phrase: "constantly in need of validation and reassurance."  This doesn’t mean we won’t always need affirmation from others, but the kinds of affirmation we need will change.  Whether we have "It" can’t matter anymore; whether we are loving, kind, safe, generous, and reliable will.  The world doesn’t need us to be sexy in middle age.  The world doesn’t need us to be "on the prowl".  The world needs us to close softly the doors to our past, to embrace our aging and changing bodies, to embrace our families (in whatever form those families come) and to embrace the great adventure that only promises to get better and more glorious. But it will only get better if we close those doors. 

And part of closing those doors is loving younger women as our daughters, not as gullible potential partners who offer us the chance to believe in our own immortality just a little longer.

Thursday Short Poem: Larkin’s “Reasons for Attendance”

I’ve been putting up Thursday Short Poems for nearly two and a half years.  I’ve decided to add a twist for the next few weeks, and put up favorite poems from different periods of my life. I’ll have the first poems I loved, favorites from adolescence, young adulthood, and beyond.  I won’t do them in chronological order, but simply throw them up at random.

This Phillip Larkin poem is well-known, and I read it first in a British Lit class my junior year of high school.  I was going through a prolonged awkward period I called my FUSS stage.  FUSS stood for "fat, ugly, slow, and stupid" and that’s how I felt about myself for years.  (And trust me, until I had a spiritual awakening, I could be skin and bones, as promiscuous as could be, running endless quarter mile repeats, and working on a doctorate, and I still felt FUSS.)  Larkin’s poem captured for me the longing I felt for girls, for acceptance; it captured that awful feeling of "outside looking in."  I comforted — and tortured — myself with these lines for a long time, even if today, they only serve to remind me of who I once was.

Reasons for Attendance

The trumpet’s voice, loud and authoritative,
Draws me a moment to the lighted glass
To watch the dancers – all under twenty-five -
Solemnly on the beat of happiness.

- Or so I fancy, sensing the smoke and sweat,
The wonderful feel of girls. Why be out there ?
But then, why be in there? Sex, yes, but what
Is sex ? Surely to think the lion’s share
Of happiness is found by couples – sheer

Inaccuracy, as far as I’m concerned.
What calls me is that lifted, rough-tongued bell
(Art, if you like) whose individual sound
Insists I too am individual.
It speaks; I hear; others may hear as well,

But not for me, nor I for them; and so
With happiness. Therefor I stay outside,
Believing this, and they maul to and fro,
Believing that; and both are satisfied,
If no one has misjudged himself. Or lied.

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More on condoms

Let me follow up on this morning’s post about condoms4life.  I wrote briefly of my own strong "pro-condom" feelings, and I wanted to elaborate a bit.

In a world where women get pregnant and men don’t, one task for feminist men in sexual relationships with women is to think long and hard about issues of responsibility and consequences.  It’s easy to give lip service to the notion that contraception is the equal responsibility of both partners, harder for even the most well-intentioned man to grasp just how much more serious the consequences of an unintended pregnancy will be for his female partner.  While unplanned fatherhood poses a considerable set of challenges, no matter how involved he plans to be, the man who inseminates his girlfriend, lover, wife, or hook-up will not be pregnant.

So what does this mean for a couple’s contraceptive choices?  Well, as we say in the blogosphere often, YMMV.  (Your Mileage May Vary.)  In other words, no one method is right for every couple.  Individual preferences, individual resources, and individual physiologies make it impossible to prescribe one particular drug, practice, or device. Certainly, there is no one "feminist form of birth control."  But one thing is clear: men need to make sure that the "burdens" of birth control, be they physical or financial, are equally shared. A man cannot go through a pregnancy; a man cannot undergo an abortion; a man does not give birth.  But while what happens after conception is entirely beyond his control, what happens before is fully and equally his responsibility.

I like many things about condoms: they are cheap.  They are widely available without a prescription.  When used correctly, they are remarkably effective against both pregnancy and most sexually transmitted infections.  They produce few side effects, aside from the small number of folks who are allergic to latex or spermicide.  And what I really, really like as a pro-feminist man is that they are something the male must wear. By wearing a condom, a man becomes a more active participant in the contraceptive process; his willingness to "cover up" symbolizes his concern for his partner and for himself.   When a man relies solely on his female partner’s use of hormonal birth control (pills and patches and so forth), or counts on her to put in the IUD, the NuvaRing, the diaphragm, he is not nearly as equal a participant as he is when he willingly wears a condom (and puts one on without being asked!)

I am NOT saying women shouldn’t use other forms of contraception.  Again, YMMV.  But having been married four times and having been in many relationships, I’ve noted that contraceptive choices do have an impact on the relationship.  I’ve known many women who took the Pill; some loved it, while others experienced clear adverse side effects ranging from depressed libido to weight gain to more painful periods.  (And then there was the ex who was trying Natural Family Planning.  Of course, her libido was its strongest precisely on the days when she was most fertile, so that was a big bust.)  While it’s not my place to tell even my wife what medication to take, if she’s only taking the Pill because I don’t want to wear condoms, then she is enduring discomfort for my sake.  Given that when we do have children, she’ll have the discomfort of pregnancy too, that seems monumentally unfair.  A willingness to wear condoms on my part, in and out of marriages,  is part of my commitment to "leveling the playing field" as much as possible.

Of course, I haven’t always been as zealous as I am today.  As I’ve written before, I got my high school girlfriend pregnant when we were both teenagers.  We weren’t using anything, and one reason why was because I tended (at 17) to be unpleasantly sulky about wearing condoms. She used the old "Today Sponge" for a while, but on the day she got pregnant, nothing but condoms were at hand and I didn’t want to wear one.  Nothing like watching someone you care about go through an abortion because you were too selfish to "bag it" to make a profound impression!

Globally, condoms represent the best physical tool we have for halting the spread of sexually transmitted viruses like AIDS.  While sexual education and spiritual transformation also have a role to play in the battle to liberate the world from this terrible scourge, condoms represent a relatively inexpensive, easy-to-use practical tool.    Other forms of contraception are simply too expensive and require too much medical involvement to be useful in the developing world. The key is simple: getting men to wear them.  Even more than overcoming the resistance of the Catholic Church to condoms, overcoming male reluctance to wear something that produces an infinitesimal reduction in sensation is the greatest obstacle we’ve got.

A note on Condoms4Life

I got an email on Monday from Marissa Valeri, the press officer for Catholics for a Free Choice.  Stepping away from the painful and endless struggle over abortion, the folks at CFC have a new campaign: Condoms4Life.  From the press release:

…the Condoms4Life campaign (www.condoms4life.org) is spearheading an initiative to encourage the Vatican to drop its ban on condoms and join others in the active prevention of the spread of HIV/AIDS throughout the world…

In April of this year, sources close to the new pope indicated he had requested that senior theologians and scientists prepare a document on condom use as a means of preventing HIV transmission. Although some Vatican insiders—including Cardinal Alfonso López Trujillo, president of the Pontifical Council on the Family, who claims condoms have minute holes through which the virus is transmitted (“Sex and the Holy City,” BBC/Panorama, October 12, 2003)—have insisted there will be no relaxing of the ban, Catholics and non-Catholics around the world remain hopeful that the church will change this policy.

“A change in Vatican policy is critical. You can’t keep talking about a culture of life and turn a blind eye to the suffering and dying. You can’t tell people to love and care for one another and deny them the means by which to protect each other,” said Frances Kissling, president of Catholics for a Free Choice and founder of Condoms4Life. “More than two dozen bishops and bishops’ conferences have asked for a change. Catholic people get it. People spending their lives fighting this pandemic get it. Lifting this cruel and stigmatizing ban on condoms would be a positive and life-affirming move for this new pope.”

Though the pope is perhaps the last person one would expect to be swayed by an email campaign, the good folks at Condoms4Life are asking for signatures on an e-petition to be sent to Benedict XVI by World AIDS Day, December 1.  Go here to sign on, and to send a message to His Holiness.

I really like the campaign slogan:

We believe in God.
We believe that sex is sacred.
We believe in caring for each other.
We believe in using condoms.

Amen. For what it’s worth, condoms are my preferred method of contraception. Based upon many conversations, a layperson’s research, and a hell of a lot of experience, I’ve come to the firm conclusion that the physical burden (side effects, health risks) of hormonal birth control is generally worse for a woman than the burden of the condom is for the man.  Condoms aren’t just for the young and the single; they are a staple of family planning in many marriages I know.  And while I remain modestly conflicted about post-conception methods of birth control, I have no such quibblings about "barrier methods." 

The theology I understand is one in which pleasure and procreation are not inextricably linked, and radical openness to one’s partner does not require radical openness to new life.

“Hugo hasn’t clued in yet”

Since I posted about gay youth this morning…

After my 10:25AM class this morning, I was walking back to my office and ran into one of my colleagues, a popular and handsome professor about my age.  He and I were dressed similarly today; and we greeted each other briefly.  My  colleague is publicly out as a gay man.  As we separated, I heard an older student say to another, apparently referring to us, "Yeah, both of them are, but only one of them knows it.  Hugo hasn’t clued in yet."

Youth ministry and GLBT teens: some reflections and the inevitable anecdote

So I’ve been asked — particularly by Elizabeth — to post about doing youth ministry with gay, lesbian, and bisexual youth.  (I am not deliberately excluding trans/intersex youth, it’s just that in my seven years of working with teens at All Saints, I’ve never known a kid who fell into that category.  We may have had such youngsters, but I wasn’t aware of ‘em.  At PCC, I have taught many, many, pre- and post-op transsexuals over the years, both male-to-female and – fewer — female-to-male.)

All Saints Pasadena is an affirming church with an inclusive, welcoming attitude to the GLBT community.  That welcome is very much part of the youth group culture as well.   I’ve worked with a number of young gay men, several young lesbians, and several kids who — at the time they were in the youth group — identified as bisexual.  For these purposes, I’m only "counting" those kids who came out to me individually or to the entire group; honestly, there were a few more teens whose sexuality seemed clear to me, but who did not discuss or disclose.   Adult youth workers do well to avoid testing out their own "gaydar", and as tempting as it might be in other settings to do so, we’re very good about not making idle guesses about a kid’s sexual identity.

If there’s an easier place to "come out" as gay, lesbian, or bisexual than All Saints Pasadena, I don’t know where it is.   Most of our kids have been coming to All Saints their whole lives.  We blessed our first same-sex union back in 1991; none of our teens today are old enough to remember that  event.  So as far as they are concerned, their church has been openly and bravely "affirming" gay and lesbian relationships for as long as they’ve been alive.  We have many, many gay and lesbian couples at All Saints who are raising children; every one of our teens has a friend in choir, or on an acolyte team, or in Wednesday Night Group, who has two same-sex parents.  While in other communities, a kid growing up with "two moms" or "two dads" might feel as if their experience was unique, there’s no chance of that in our parish.

But no matter how loving and inclusive we are, coping with sexuality in adolescence is still going to be hard for our teens, gay or straight.   On some level, puberty is puberty is puberty — and being fourteen and fifteen will mean going through an awkward, confusing time.  That’s true for kids in the most conservative and most liberal of churches.  Our openness and willingness to listen, our refusal to condemn, our constant reminders to our kids that they are loved — these are great tools, but they are not all-powerful prophylaxes against the angst and pain of growing up.   I’ve got strong arms for hugging and strong ears for listening and a strong faith to sustain me, but I don’t have the power to magically boost self-esteem or instantly cure a broken heart.  I can point to the One who does have that power, but even He has a tendency to work slowly and gently!  The longing teens have for the "quick fix" can’t be met in church.

After seven years of working at a liberal parish, I’ve noticed something.  Many parents are very comfortable supporting equal rights for gays and lesbians, even while they still struggle with their own deep-seated discomfort with alternative sexuality.  And while they may have gay friends and they may go to lesbian weddings, they are still sometimes deeply distressed to learn that their kid isn’t straight.  There’s a common, obvious, powerful parental double standard that is surely familiar to anyone who has done work with GLBT youth!  That’s not to say that we have many parents who would disown their child, or pack them off to some dreadful ex-gay ministry; it is an acknowledgment that there is often a disconnect between a professed ideal of radical inclusion and one’s own private dreams for one’s kid.  And most parents, even the true-blue card-carrying religious progressive ones, tend to dream dreams for their kids that have decidedly heterosexual overtones. 

A quick case in point: a few years ago, we had a very bright and sparkling young woman whom I will call "Alaria."   One evening at dinner, Alaria asked to talk to me privately.  A sophomore at a private girls’ school, Alaria had fallen in love with an older (senior) classmate.  The two girls were having an affair, and Alaria was head over heels.  I had known Alaria in junior high, when she had been as "boy crazy" as could be imagined.  (She had gone through a phase of being the biggest Hilary Duff fan in the world in eighth grade.)  But I also knew enough to know that adolescent sexual identity can be a very fluid thing, and it can take twists and turns that surprise everyone.  Alaria wanted to talk to me for two reasons: one, she wanted to tell some adult she trusted about the fact that she was madly in love.  (She showed me so many pictures of her girlfriend stored on her digital camera that I finally had to beg her to stop.)    After all, one of the joys of young love is telling people you care about just how happy you are!

But the other reason Alaria wanted to talk was because of her parents.  She was scared to tell her parents about her girlfriend, not because they considered homosexuality immoral, but because she was afraid they would be disappointed.  She also  had a practical concern: because her parents had no inkling of her sexual relationship, Alaria was allowed to sleep over at her girlfriend’s house, something they would never allow her to do with a boy.  "If they know what’s really going on they won’t let us be together", Alaria said.    She had still another reason for being reluctant to tell her mom and dad.  "I’m not a lesbian, Hugo", Alaria said.  "I’m not sure what I am.  I think I am a Jessica-ian!"  ("Jessica", of course, was her girlfriend.)  Alaria was afraid of discussing her sexual identity with her parents because, frankly, she wasn’t sure what to tell them.  All she knew was that she was in love with Jessica, Jessica was in love with her, and they were having a full-on relationship.  Beyond that, Alaria made it clear that "none of the words feel right."  (She meant that terms like "lesbian" or "bisexual" didn’t seem to apply to her.)

I did what I’ve been taught to do in situations like this.  I told Alaria I was there for her, and I also told her I would be happy to meet with her and her parents if she wanted a "safe adult" there to take part  in the discussion.  I also told her I wasn’t going to pressure her to talk to her mom and dad.  Since I knew one of the counselors at her school (an MSW), I did suggest that Alaria go and see her, but I didn’t pressure her either.  My job was clear: to listen without condemnation, to affirm, to direct towards possible further resources, and to love unconditionally.  I am overjoyed that I belong to a church where I can do that without betraying the mission of our faith community or contradicting our professed values.

Alaria’s girlfriend went away to college.  Alaria herself graduated recently, and is off at a very fine East Coast school.  She’s sent me a couple of emails, but no talk of her sexual identity.  That’s fine; I don’t "need to know" whether she calls herself straight or lesbian or bi or queer or questioning or none of the above.  She’s climbing her own staircase now with God beside her, behind her, and ahead of her.   I only hope that we gave her a sense that she was loved unconditionally, whoever she was and whoever she is and whoever she will be.

As usual, I’ve offered a story in place of critical analysis.  Ultimately, when people ask me questions like the one Elizabeth posed about GLBT youth at All Saints, all I can do is respond with a story.

Chinnie news

This will be an intense week.

As I wrote yesterday, we’ve got a new chinchilla in the house: Chihiro.  Her first night passed well, and we’re excited to spend more time with her and get to know her better and better.  She’s a bit shy, but that’s to be expected.  She’ll adjust well, I’m confident. Chinchillas are resilient and adaptable, but like many animals and humans, they take a while to learn to trust.   Chihiro’s not big on being held yet, but she did give me tiny little snuffles all over my beard, lips, and nose this morning.  That was very nice.

And within the week, lord willing, we’ll have four more chinchillas living with us.  We’re adopting four babies from Michigan; they’re coming from the home of our Matilde Mission partners, Adam and Sally Blacke.  (Adam and Sally have been busy working on the mission and just completed a major rescue project. Expect updates, photos, and another appeal soon!)  You can donate using our secure server right here.

My wife and I are busy people.   We’ve been willing to support the work of others in the animal rights/animal rescue communities for some time, but that support is mostly financial.  It’s easy to write a check, however — and harder to make a commitment to devote time.  We loved our Matty, and we are falling in love with Chihiro, but we’re committed to doing more, giving more, sharing more.  It will mean more late nights and early mornings; cage cleaning and supervising "out times" for the babies will be a chore.  But we will be putting our hands and our hearts where our money and our mouths already are.

The chinnies from Michigan are being shipped to us via air.  It’s a common practice with chinchillas, and safe when the weather is not boiling hot.  (The forecast is that it will be warm but not dangerously hot at LAX this weekend.)  We’re still working on flight details, but we expect our babies to arrive Saturday or Sunday.  We had originally planned to fly out ourselves and carry the chins on board in pet carriers; we’d even bought pricey, front-of-the-plane tickets to ensure plenty of room for the little ones.   We found out later that Northwest doesn’t allow chins on planes (though they do permit cats and dogs) except in the pressurized cargo hold.  So Adam and Sally will put them on a plane in the midwest, and we’ll be waiting in Los Angeles with open arms and eager hearts.

At home, we’re frantically getting things ready.   The four chins will go in two separate cages, and because we put Chihiro in Matilde’s old cage, we had to order a third cage today.  (Some chins are more sociable than others!)   Paying to have a 50 pound cage sent FedEx overnight is just one of those costs  we’re incurring.  Tomorrow the air conditioning guy is coming by to redo all the interior ducts — we need to make absolutely sure that our heat-sensitive little ones will be safe and comfortable, no matter what.

We’re very excited.  Updates on Chihiro and the Michigan babies to follow.  Pictures too, of course.

California election endorsements, part two: the propositions: UPDATED

Last week, I blogged my endorsements for the statewide offices for the California general election on November 7.  Today, as promised, I’ll post my endorsements for the 13 propositions on the California ballot.  Props I feel strongly about are in CAPS.  For a list of all props, visit here.

Prop 1A: No.  (Would prevent the use of gasoline taxes for anything other than highway work; would bind the legislature.)

Props 1B-1E: Yes.   This is part of the governor’s package to rebuild infrastructure. It’s not a perfect plan, but it’s bold enough and it’s absolutely needed.

Prop 83: NO!  Would make it impossible for registered sex offenders to reintegrate into society — a cruel, expensive response to a media-manufactured hysteria.  It will pass by a 2-1 margin, but the majority will not be right.

Prop 84: Yes.  Improves water quality, backed by the major environmental groups to which I contribute and which I generally trust.

Prop 85:  NO!  For my reasons why, read my post about prop 73 from last year.   I’m strongly opposed to parental notification laws; having worked with scared and pregnant teens as a youth minister has only made me more passionate on the subject.

Prop 86: Yes.  I’ve never met a tax on consumption I didn’t like.  Yes, it will disproportionately hit poor smokers. It will also ask a powerful disincentive, as previous tax hikes already have.

Prop 87:  YES!  I am sure it won’t pass, but this bold initiative to tax oil company profits to fund alternative energy sources is a terrific idea.

Prop 88:  Yes.  I like property taxes that pay for education.    Basing taxes on value is reasonably progressive, too.

Prop 89: Yes.

Prop 90: No.

Bonus endorsement:

City of Pasadena Proposition A: NO!!!  (This is a referendum on the NFL putting an expansion team in the Rose Bowl.  Pro football is the last thing we need in this town.)

My predictions: voters in California will be surprisingly conservative.  I predict most of these won’t go my way. I’m especially worried about the passage of 85, and saddened about 83 (about which I will post more).  I have a small quixotic hope that 87 will get through, but suspect that the huge ad buys by Chevron will prove too powerful.

UPDATE: FlashReport, the far-right California political news website, just issued its ballot endorsements.  Without mutual coordination, we’ve managed to take diametrically opposed stances on all thirteen initiatives.  Perhaps in the future, I won’t read the ballot pamphlet, but simply read the lads at FR and know that the opposite of what they support is the correct way to go.

A very long post about young men and “what works” in teaching masculinity

Jonathan Dresner was the first, but not the last, to send me a link to this Sara Robinson post: There’s Something About Men.  Picking up on the recent disturbing news of adult men targeting young girls in school shootings, Robinson muses at length about "the man crisis".  Her most powerful paragraph:

Something is not right with the boys. Something in the way Americans look at males and manhood has gone sour, curdling into to a rank, toxic, and nasty brew that is changing the entire flavor of our culture. Men everywhere seem to be furious. Some turn it outward against women, against society, against the institutions that no longer seem to nurture them. Some turn it inward against themselves, putting their energies into bizarre self-destructive fantasy lives centered around money, violence, and sex. Some, more disenchanted than angry, check out entirely, abdicating any interest in making commitments or contributions to a family, a profession, or a community to spend their lives as perpetual Lost Boys. Together, all this misdirected, destructive energy has become a social, cultural, and political liability that we can no longer afford to ignore.

As is being widely pointed out (and as even Robinson acknowledges) this sense of "crisis" is an old one.   Read Michael Kimmel’s magisterial and indispensable Manhood in America; he points out that virtually every generation since the advent of mass industrialization has worried frantically about "what’s wrong with men today".  (Teddy Roosevelt’s hyper-masculinity gets particular attention in this context.)    Pointing out that anxiety about male behavior is not new is at least partly helpful; as many feminist commentators have pointed out (see Amanda’s long and excellent post, as well as the comments), it’s hard to blame modern feminism for all of the ills of contemporary men when the sense of "men in crisis" long predates what is claimed as the cause of the problem!

In discussions like this, I’m reminded of why it is that I sometimes prefer youth ministry to academia.  It’s not that I abhor a vigorous discussion of ideas; it’s not that I don’t think trading fashionable gender theories isn’t (sometimes) productive and useful. It’s that frankly, I don’t read a lot in these discussions (from either side) about what folks are actually doing to help change and transform young men’s lives.   This isn’t a criticism directed solely at feminists, mind; often the worst offenders are those in the men’s rights advocate (MRA) community whose proclaimed concern for the well-being of young men is not matched by a consistent track record of volunteering with the very lads they are apparently so worried about.   Pontificating is easy — teaching and youth work are a bit tougher.

I’ve taught a course on men and masculinity, and I have worked with high school boys in a volunteer capacity for seven years now.  As I sit here at the computer on this Monday morning, I can feel the sore muscles in my lower back.  They’re not sore from running, boxing, or lifting; they’re sore from spending Saturday night on the floor in a sleeping bag, hanging out with the All Saints Pasadena 2006-2007 confirmation class.  We’ve got a small group of boys this year, but they’re great guys and I loved the chance to get to know them better this weekend.  We’re going to be spending lots of time together between now and May, when they will (if they choose) get confirmed at the hands of Bishop Bruno.  So, in other words, I spend a lot of time thinking about young men, masculinity, and what I can do to reach out to boys who may feel alienated, lonely, exhausted, and overwhelmed. 

Though I love both boys and girls equally, I feel especially called to mentor and care for young men.  I wrote at length about how challenging and rewarding this can be at Participate.  Let me repeat a relevant portion of what I wrote last year:

"Unlike some folks in the pro-feminist/feminist community, I’m not troubled by the notion that some of the most important "growing" we can do needs to be done in single-sex environments. What we need — and need desperately — is more men who are willing to mentor other young men and oversee all-male groups where sexism, homophobia, and misogyny, and ultimately, harassment are not used to foster male solidarity!

One of the most important things I do in the context of my work as a youth leader is spend time with groups of boys.   Talking with one other man, one on one, it’s far easier to "let down one’s guard" and step away from sexist humor, than it is in a larger group where several young men may be (consciously or no) jostling for status.   The vital task is to get groups of guys talking about sexuality, rape, and harassment, and to get them accustomed to the experience of discussing these things without using ugly humor to alleviate tension and bond the group together in quick solidarity against women.  To lead groups like this, you’ve got to be secure in your own sense of masculinity; it’s all too easy for even adult males to get sucked into the tremendous temptation to try and win the approval of the other guys in the room by talking a "macho" game and using demeaning language about women to establish one’s manly bona fides.  And of course, the other thing you’ve got to have is a love, a genuine love, for young men.

When I first started mentoring young men, I still wasn’t sure how I felt about other guys.  My initial foray into men’s work was motivated, frankly, by a desire to do everything I could to protect the women in my life from rape and harassment.  The impetus to work with boys had more to do with protecting girls than it did with a real desire to connect with the guys.  Happily, in the process of doing the work, that all changed.  As I made a conscious effort to overcome my fears of being judged "not cool enough" and "not man enough", I made deep and abiding friendships with men my own age, older men, and some of the teen boys whom I was mentoring.  With the latter group, I was able to earn their trust first — and then, only then, begin to talk to them frankly and boldly about sexism, rape,and harassment."

I stand by that today.

In my work with boys, I do two things: I talk openly about the importance of courage, creativity,  kindness, self-restraint, and a willingness to express emotion. In ways both subtle and direct, I advocate for both traditionally "masculine" and "feminine" virtues.   And yes, to the dismay of some of my feminist friends, I often say things like "Bobby, you know, part of becoming a man is learning to…"   My critics immediately want to know why I can’t say "Bobby, part of growing up is…"  Why must I insist on naming anything good as particularly masculine, since it should be obvious that courage, creativity, and compassion are as easily manifested by women as by men?

But I remain convinced that while an insistence on gender-neutral language sounds lovely in theory, it’s lousy in practice.  Young men are overwhelmingly anxious about one thing: "being man enough."  A few opt out of the competition, choosing to openly reject participation in the anxious jockeying and measuring.  (A disproportionate number of those who "opt out" end up blogging about gender issues.  Ahem.)  But for the rest, trying to tell them that "being a man" isn’t important is absurd and counter-productive. In youth work, trying to eradicate any sense of significant difference between the sexes may be a noble cause, but in practical terms, it just doesn’t meet the needs of most boys.  What they need least is a gender-studies professor’s lecture on why masculinity and femininity are strait-jackets!  What they need most is a loving, responsible older man who will challenge them to rethink what it means to be masculine, and who will offer them a more expanded understanding of the joys and possibilities of being male.

I reject the false dualism that sees the celebration of masculine virtue as a zero-sum game. (Echidne feels very differently.)  In other words, hanging out with the boys and talking about "persistence" as a positive attribute of manhood doesn’t mean that it isn’t also a positive attribute of womanhood.    And while it would seem obviously more accurate to speak of these virtues, therefore, as being attributes of "gender-neutral adulthood", to do so is to ignore the enormously compelling need young men have to be affirmed as young men.  We live in a culture where the only folks who seem to celebrate the specifically masculine are those who are pushing a far-right social and religious agenda.   In order to counteract that message, we must do more than reject masculinity itself as a false construct.  Rather, we’ve got offer a vision of what it means to be a man that is grounded in justice, grounded in compassion, grounded in a respect for diversity — but also grounded in a sense that there is something magical,, unique, wonderful, and positive about masculinity itself.

I’ll finish this long post with a story.  A few years ago, while planning our major confirmation retreat to Big Bear, I came up with an idea.  We had equal numbers of boys and girls that year, and of course the two groups were placed in separate cabins.  I told the boys they had to come up with a "fun surprise" for the girls.  The female youth leader with whom I work told the girls they had to do the same for us.  I let the boys plan, but I told them to think carefully about what they wanted to do for all the girls as a group.   And the boys picked an astonishingly traditional role for themselves.  When the vans finally arrived at our mountain cabins, the boys leapt out, and insisted on carrying in all the luggage.  The girls simply pointed to the bunks they had chosen, and the boys placed suitcases and sleeping bags neatly and carefully on top of them.  The boys then gave cards (signed by each of them) to each of the girls, as well as a flower (the boys had bought these themselves.)  The girls ended up giving each boy a personalized note, and (oh stereotype!) a bag of cookies and treats.  Both groups loved the whole experience.

Were the "treats" they planned for each other rooted in stereotypical gender roles?  You bet.  Were the kids left disempowered, angry, alienated?  Uh, no.  Did I have to face a furious parent or two when we got home?  Yes, I did.  All Saints has many very liberal parents, and a couple had heard about these "treats" from their kids, and were angry that I hadn’t done more to prevent the kids from acting out traditional gender roles.  But my job is not to teach kids gender theory.  My job is to love them and help them grow up.  Where gender theory is useful, I’ll use it.  Where traditional gender roles leave everyone feeling affirmed and valued, I’ll use them too.  Ask any youth worker — we live in the realm of the practical, the possible, and the effective.    And while sometimes that means challenging negative aspects of the "masculine ideal", at other times, it means celebrating and encouraging the positive attributes of the same.

Welcoming Chihiro

Yes, it’s a Sunday, but I’m writing to announce the arrival of a new chinchilla to our home.   I was contacted last week by Christy from Dry Bones Dance; Christy had a friend who wasn’t able to give his chin as much time and attention as he would have liked, and was eager to place her in a loving home.  Christy kindly suggested us, and so this morning, just after 9:00AM, Chihiro arrived.

Chihiro — whose full name will now be Chihiro Pango Massionfruit Schwyzer — is a beautiful standard grey female, sweet-tempered and gentle and curious.  It is a joy to have a chin in our home again.  We’ve grieved the loss of our beautiful Matilde for four months now, but now are ready to open our hearts to new little ones.Chihiro_wheel_2

Here she is running on her wheel; click to enlarge.

She’ll be getting company soon — watch for more chinchilla news!