Short campus anecdote

Earlier this morning, I walked across campus with a colleague to get some coffee. The Gideons were out in the quad, distributing free New Testaments. When a small green bible was offered to me, I refused it — but thanked the Gideon who offered it, warmly shook his hand, said “It’s great to see you on campus, God bless you.” I got the same blessing in return.

As we walked away, my colleague said, rolling her eyes, “What a hypocrite you are. I’ve heard you complain about campus evangelists before.” I protested that the Gideons were hardly the same as the sign-carrying doomsayers who wander around with bullhorns.

“Besides”, I said, “I’m not a hypocrite. I’m just, uh, indiscriminately sincere.”

“Me time”, introversion, and incompatible desire: a response to Donald

Part three of the little series on feminist men, “nice guys”, and numbness will appear on Friday, deo volente.

For this morning, a response to a letter from “Donald”. Donald, a 28 year-old Christian, writes:

The question I have to pose is: Is it reasonable to expect that my girlfriend (23) should let me have more time by myself?

I work full time until 5:30pm Mon – Fri, we are both involved with the music team at our church which means Tuesday night rehearsals and going early for most of the am and pm services on Sundays, and I haveThursday nights to do domestic things like wash clothes or do shopping or whatever else needs doing. She works two or three days a week at the moment but wants more work. Apart from that, I’m with her every night after work and most of the day on Saturdays and Sundays.

We have dinner at her house and then watch shows or listen to music or talk and of course make out for a while a few nights. I’ve insisted that I need to leave her house at 10pm at the latest so that I can get to bed, but she always seems so down and forlorn when it’s time for me to go home and it can take forever for me to get out of the door. I go home wondering what I’ve done wrong, get home, fall into bed and get up at 5am to exercise and have breakfast and get ready for work. Lately I’ve been feeling likeI’m in a daze because I don’t ever seem to have any time for myself.

Being an introverted person I need time alone to recharge, and also after having so many years of my time being *my* time, this is a drastic change for me. Is this normal in relationships? I don’t have any experience to gauge it against, so maybe it is. But I need to work out how to arrange more time to ‘retreat to my cave’ or else I think I’m going to fall over from exhaustion physically, mentally, and emotionally.

I chuckled a bit reading this. The clear implication from Donald’s letter is that he and his gal are not sleeping together in either sense of the word; presumably they are waiting until marriage. In an odd way, the commitment the two of them seem to have to chastity exacerbates the problem; if Donald was sleeping over at his girlfriend’s place regularly, that would eliminate the problem of her forlornness every evening when he left. (She might be clingy in the mornings too, but his need to go to work might carry more weight.) But of course, I’m not going to recommend that they begin spending the night together as a a solution to their dilemma.

Donald seems like a nice guy (lower-case, as opposed to the “Nice Guys” whom we regularly excoriate.) And it’s hard for someone who has people-pleasing instincts and little serious relationship experience to avoid feeling guilty when he happens to be the one who wants to spend less time together. It is almost axiomatic that whatever the activity (spending time together, sex, etcetera), whichever person in the relationship has the lower desire also has the greater power. And it’s not a lot of fun to choose, as Donald feels he has to choose, between disappointing someone he cares for and depriving himself of much needed “down time.”

Those of us who come out of Christian backgrounds often have a particularly hard time setting boundaries in relationships. Those who are “cradle Christians” or adolescent converts are often deeply attached to the idea that “true love” is always sacrificial. Donald might know his Scripture well — he’s called to love his wife (or the woman who might someday be his wife) as Christ loved His church, giving himself up for her. I know a lot of young Christians who take that language very seriously indeed. And when your notions of “true love” mix in the desire for romantic fusion with the theological language of endless sacrifice, it’s fairly obvious you’re gonna have a hard time setting limits.

I know lots of young Christians who are “waiting” to have sex. Like Donald, they do date, and often find themselves in intensely emotional relationships. It is possible to be deeply in love and deeply committed without having sex, or at least, without having intercourse. (Lots of young Christians draw the line at “everything but”, something I’ve endorsed. See: Between the Already and the Not-Yet: a Long Post on Pre-marital Sexuality and Doing “Everything But.”) Sometimes, I think that those who are practicing pre-marital chastity often have more unrealistic expectations of what love should be than do their less-restrained counterparts.

It takes a lot of idealism to “wait” — and that idealism often transfers over into some wildly unhealthy ideas about how conflict ought to be negotiated. Those who do have a sexual component to their relationship quickly discover that in any lasting romance, desire fluctuates and is rarely equally present. They learn to compromise (or so one hopes). The “higher-desire” partner learns patience, and learns not to nag or pressure or sulk; the “lower-desire” partner gets to work through his or her own guilt. It’s good, healthy stuff: Love 101. Chaste Christians put off the conflict over unequal libidos, but often run into the very sort of problem that Donald is writing about — apparently incompatible levels of desire for time together.

Donald, you sound exhausted. You also sound like a very nice young fella who has a hard time setting boundaries. But the longer you go without setting the boundaries, without carving out time for yourself (to do those things you introverts do), the more your resentment and exhaustion will grow. Your girlfriend, no matter how needy she may appear, will eventually sense that resentment, and it’ll only make matters worse. I don’t have a formula that can dictate exactly how much time you ought to spend together. That has to be negotiated. Every night is clearly too much for you, and that’s okay. One night a week is probably too few. Asking for a couple of nights a week for Donald simply to “be” (or to sleep) is not unreasonable. It’s not evidence that you don’t love your girlfriend as much as you could.

When you bring this up, girlfriend may hit you with “Maybe you don’t really love me! If you really loved me you would want to be with me all the time. I really love you and I want to be with you always, and if you felt the same way you’d want the same thing.” That kind of reasoning is very compelling to a great many people, but as any therapist or theologian (I’m, uh, neither, but I’ve been around the block a time or eight-nine) will tell you, it’s based on false premises. True love is partnership, not delirious fusion. Real romantic connection empowers both parties to be more effective in serving the world. The love that God calls you to is designed to strengthen and sustain both of you, helping you to become more of who it is that you were called to be.

When and if your girlfriend reacts badly to your desire for more “time alone”, you do need to be both reassuring and firm. Reassure her that you don’t want someone else, that you’re not falling out of love with her; be firm and don’t give in on the basic principle that you need your “Donald time.” I’ve been in your position, Donald, and I’ve been in your girlfriend’s. Years ago, when I was the guy who wanted to spend more time with a certain woman I was seeing exclusively, she was wonderfully candid with me: “Hugo”, she said, “you’ve got to give me the chance to miss you“. I heard that. It made good sense then and it makes good sense now. A little time away does wonders . Most healthy people aren’t attracted to needy partners. Your desire for independence may spark the same in your girlfriend if you stick to your commitment to get more time for yourself. And when you see her come alive with enthusiasm for other people and other activities besides you, I guarantee that your interest in spending time with her will flare up again nicely. Dependency is rarely sexy; autonomy almost always is.

Incompatible desire in relationships doesn’t have to be the deal-breaker most people think it is. Sooner or later, in every relationship some degree of profound incompatibility will emerge. Learning to negotiate through this usually painful, frequently scary experience is a vitally important skill to develop. You will have to work through your feelings of guilt; your girlfriend through her feelings of rejection. But if you do it prayerfully and lovingly and firmly, practicing radical honesty with each other and radical trust in the God who made you both, you have the great opportunity to transform your relationship and your selves. Best of luck.

Not much today…

The substantive blogging will return later in the week… I’ve been writing too much lately, perhaps, and need to take a very short one or two-day break.

And I’m tired. I had one of those nineteen-hour days yesterday: up at 4:45AM for boxing class, four classes to teach, meetings to go to, student email to return, and — of course — blog posts to write. Last night after giving a midterm, I went home; my wife and I had a good friend over for dinner. The three of us stayed up late talking, catching up, eating absurd amounts of hummus — and we were up late enough to watch raccoons and possums appear in our yard. Bed was well after midnight.

And the alarm came awfully early this morning. I have midterms and letters of rec to write and more meetings to go to and neither the time nor the inclination to write.

So many people I know and love have had their lives turned upside down by these fires. The smoke is everywhere this morning, and several of my students with families in the burn areas have already told me that they won’t be coming to class. They are very much in my thoughts and prayers.

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“There is no ‘there’ there”: part two of a very long post on Robert Bly, male transformation, and the fear of one’s own hollowness

This is the second post in a three-part series. Part one appeared last Friday. It dealt with several issues, focusing in particular on the difficulty so many men have today identifying and acting on what it is that really want. Men who long to be “good guys” often have a particularly difficult time with what Robert Bly calls “resolve.”

Anti-feminist male voices play on this lack of resolve, mocking the aspiring feminist man for his apparent passivity. Anti-feminist men claim that they do know what they want: they want to get laid, make money, play Halo or World of Warcraft until four in the morning. They want to watch football instead of talking. They don’t want emotional intimacy, or so they claim; they want to work hard, play hard, and fall asleep after sex. These anti-feminist voices (one thinks of their popular high priest, the talk-show host Tom Leykis, who without any irony tells his male listeners to call him “Dad”) urge young men to give up the quixotic crusade of living a life of justice and self-control.

While the likes of the libertine Leykis urge calculated self-indulgence, traditionalist Christian voices implore young men to “seize back” their leadership roles as head of the family. Thus the feminist man is attacked from two sides: by the buddies that urge him to stop worrying about women’s feelings and give in to his id, and by social conservatives who call him to stop worrying about women’s feelings and take up his God-ordained role as warrior leader.

So many aspiring feminist men give up at this point. The siren songs of irresponsibility and fundamentalism both make the same promise: live this way, and you will have the certainty you lack. Both camps tell the same lie: that biological identity determines destiny. Continue reading

Longing for “a divine spirit of sisterhood”: a note on Cirque de Soleil and male narcissism

We drove down to Inglewood yesterday to see Corteo, the current Cirque de Soleil production touring the West Coast. One would have to be very curmudgeonly indeed not to find the various Cirque shows riveting, and we enjoyed ourselves immensely.

“Corteo” is based around the story of a clown imagining his own funeral. One of the most magnificent sections of the show comes in the first half of the performance. According to the program:

“In a divine spirit of sisterhood, the clown’s former lovers emerge above him as in a dream.”

Three dancer/acrobats, clad in lingerie, swirled from chandeliers over the head of the clown, who sat on his bed and reached for them. It was a visually impressive sequence, but I couldn’t help but chuckle at seeing such a classically narcissistic male fantasy. Continue reading

Malibu Presbyterian

My good friend and former student Kristie Vosper is director of children’s ministries at Malibu Presbyterian Church. As many of you will know, her church burned to the ground yesterday morning, caught up in one of the many firestorms affecting Southern California.

Kristie blogs too, and she has a moving post up this morning about the loss of the church and the goodness of God in the presence of ashes. Kristie lost a great many precious possessions stored in her office; her guitars, however (she’s a formidable amateur musician) were rescued.

I’m praying for the Malibu Pres community this morning, and for all those — both human and animal — whose lives have been impacted by these fires. But as a sixth-generation Californian, I know that when you build in the canyons, sooner or later, you risk losing everything. Usually, it should be noted, in October.

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The gloomy Golden Bear redux: celebrating mediocrity

My wife, a loyal USC alumna, always accompanies me to Cal-UCLA football games. She’s happy to make my Golden Bears her second favorite team each autumn, and I try and return the favor. (We avoid each other entirely on the day of the California-USC game.) We enjoyed each other’s company yesterday (celebrating five years since we started dating) at the debacle in the Rose Bowl.

Two quick notes: far too many of the Cal students in our section left the stadium before our band could play the alma mater. Today’s Cal students are spoiled; they’ve never known a losing season, and they take bowl games and wins over Stanford for granted. As they walked away disconsolately after a painful loss, I gently berated a few for bailing out on the band and the traditional post-game “Hail to Califonia.”

As we left, some UCLA fans chanted “Over-rated” at us; I yelled back, cheerfully and in the same sing-song voice, “you’re soooo right!” As an Old Blue, there’s something familiar, even soothing, about a slide back into the mediocrity from which we seemed on the verge of finally emerging.

I love my Golden Bears, win or lose. And you know, I think I love them more when they’re losing.

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The religious right lines up behind Romney: UPDATED

I note that leading conservative evangelicals are quietly (and not so quietly) putting their eggs in the Mitt Romney basket. With Mike Huckabee going nowhere, Fred Thompson still mysteriously half-hearted, and Sam Brownback dropping out of the ’08 race, most thoughtful social conservatives realize that Romney represents the only real chance they have to avoid having to cope with noted pro-choice philanderer Rudy Giuliani as Republican nominee.

Today’s endorsement comes from the professor and theologian Wayne Grudem, the leading defender of what egalitarian evangelicals like me sometimes call the “complementarian heresy”. This follows the endorsement of Romney earlier this week by Robert Taylor, dean at the ultra-conservative Bob Jones University.

The big question: will the fundamentalist Protestant elite succeed in convincing their footsoldiers that it’s okay to vote for a Mormon, or will a disconnect emerge between the relative pragmatism of folks like Grudem and Taylor and the evangelical base, many of whom will be unable to separate Romney’s politics from his LDS faith — which they regard as a cult?

I’m a progressive evangelical with no interest in supporting Mitt Romney. But part of me would like to see him gain the nomination (and then lose the general election), if only to strike a blow for religious tolerance. Maybe then Christian bookstores (like that at my own Fuller Seminary) won’t still stock books about Mormonism under “cults”, as it would be a bit awkward for evangelicals to view their political champion as a cult member!

UPDATE: I’ve been sent this link: Dallas minister urges vote for a Christian, not Romney

UPDATE II: Maybe Mike Huckabee is going somewhere. Lord knows, I like the way he talks about a responsibility to the poor; he’s a social conservative, but he makes good sense on some of the economic issues. After all, anyone who can attract the ire of the Club for Growth can’t be all bad. If I were a principled social conservative (I’m not, at least not the conservative part), I’d be an enthusiastic Huckabee guy.

“But he could not say what he wanted”: part one of a series on Robert Bly, feminist men, and “Nice Guys”

This is the first of what I hope will be a successful three-part series. Part two to come next week.

This past week in my “men and masculinity” course, we began discussing Robert Bly’s Iron John. Nearly two decades after it was written, Bly’s alternately captivating and exasperating call for a return to the “deep masculine” still resonates. Many people who know nothing else about the men’s movement (not to be confused with the men’s RIGHTS movement, a different beast altogether) have heard of Bly and “Iron John”. I make sure that my students read Bly in conjunction with very different figures in the movement, like the pro-feminist Michael Kimmel. But as confounding and opaque as Bly’s writing can be, my students seem to enjoy “Iron John” more than any other book I assign in this course.

Re-reading the book in preparation for this week’s lecture, I found myself thinking about the much discussed “Nice Guy” phenomenon. “Nice Guys” often cloak their misogyny behind a facade of sensitivity. “Nice Guys” often talk garrulously about gender issues, and often establish their bona fides by bemoaning the way in which “other guys” treat women. About every ten minutes, a Nice Guy will drop an “But I’m not like other men!” into the conversation. The Nice Guy becomes less nice when he realizes that despite all he obviously has to offer, women are remarkably uninterested in dating or sleeping with him. Nice Guys often lose their temper when rejected, launching into embittered, “slut-bashing” diatribes about how foolish women are for choosing “bad boys” (or traditional men). Most Nice Guys alternate between stunningly low self-esteem and staggering hubris, secretly believing that their “sensitivity” makes them the answer to every maiden’s prayer. A great many feminist women have their share of “Nice Guy” stories, and if you spend much time in the feminist blogosphere, you’ll read your share of ‘em.

Nice Guys are, in a few respects, similar to the famous SNAG (“Sensitive New-Age Guy”) who first made his appearance some four decades ago. SNAGs, I suggest, aren’t automatically as passive-aggressive as Nice Guys; SNAGness is about much more than a tactic to get sex from women. Becoming a male feminist isn’t easy, and most men who start down this road do so with the best of intentions, often with a profound and genuine desire to create a more just world for both sexes. The stereotype that many SNAGs are the sons of single-mothers doesn’t always hold true — but a great many pro-feminist men did grow up acutely aware of their mother’s feelings.

I was raised the first-born son of a single mom; from age six (when my parents separated) on, I was a “student of my mother’s emotions.” My grandmother and aunt told me that I needed to “take care of my mother” after the divorce, as she’d been through a “hard time.” And so, of course, I did my best. While I did often annoy and exasperate my mother (not least when I would torment my little brother), I did become very, very good at taking her emotional temperature. My mother is hardly mercurial (though she is a Gemini), and she was generally on an even keel. But she was anxious about many things, and I picked up on that anxiety very early on. She and I talked a great deal together, and in some ways — especially in the period between the divorce and the onset of my interest in girls about seven years later — my mother was my best friend.

I’ve talked to many other men active in the feminist movement, and a very high number of us have similar stories about our mothers. Let me clear that this isn’t the only reason we remain committed to the feminist movement today. It’s easy to play armchair psychologist and pathologize every activist. An adult commitment to justice is always rooted in more than childhood experience. But one thing I learned about myself a long time ago applies to a great many other men in the movement, including the “SNAGs”: we often confuse verbal dexterity for authentic insight. Our commitment to women’s rights is sincere, but we’re often incapacitated by a surprising lack of self-awareness.

Bly, who is often wrong about the remedy but rarely wrong about the diagnosis, writes of men like this:

Part of their grief rose out of remoteness from their fathers, which they felt keenly, but partly, too, grief flowed from trouble in their marriages or relationships. They had learned to be receptive, but receptivity wasn’t enough to carry their marriages through troubled times. In every relationship something fierce is needed once in a while: both the man and the woman need to have it. But at the point when it was needed, often the young man came up short. He was nurturing, but something else was required — for his relationship, and for his life.

The “soft” male was able to say “I can feel your pain, and I consider your life as important as mine, and I will take care of you and comfort you.” But he could not say what he wanted, and stick by it. Resolve of that kind was a different matter.

Emphasis in the original.

Living a feminist life as a man is about more than sensitivity to women. It’s about more than ideological assent to egalitarian principles, and it’s even about more than putting those principles into practice in one’s public and private life. Part of being a true feminist is acknowledging the enduring reality of male privilege. For men in this society, that means doing the best one can to renounce that privilege. But the danger in that renunciation is that it can destroy the capacity to act. Too many aspiring feminist men, too many nice guys, are incapacitated. They are incapacitated by a fear of doing the wrong thing — and, as Bly points out, deep down they aren’t really sure what they want. These good guys have spent much of their lives focusing on women’s concerns, and have developed the vocabulary of sympathy and solidarity. They have not developed genuine self-awareness in the process.

And this self-awareness is a prerequisite for continued growth. It is the prerequisite for the sort of resolve that Bly mentions. And righteous action, predicated on both empathy for others and upon deep self-awareness, is something far too few men comprehend.

More to come.

Friday Random Ten: a touch of autumn melancholy

I’ve always liked The Innocence Mission, but only recently started downloading some of my favorites, two of which show up here. This is a softer, more melancholy Random Ten than I’ve had in a while, but all are wonderful songs… even #7, which is a fine tune to which to lift weights or box.

1. “I Shall Be Released”, The Band
2. “Crush in the Ghetto”, Jolie Holland
3. “Lonesome Valley”, Joan Baez
4. “Follow Me”, The Innocence Mission
5. “I Want a Broken Heart”, Derek Webb
6. “The First Cut is the Deepest”, Cat Stevens
7. “Civil War”, Guns n’ Roses
8. “I Wonder Where to Find You”, Merle Haggard
9. “Some Clear Joy is Coming”, Innocence Mission
10. “An Exception to the Rule”, Dwight Yoakam

Bonus Track: “One Tree Hill”, U2