Making it personal: getting the reluctant middle to embrace same-sex marriage

With legal same-sex marriages now being performed up and down the Golden State today, conservative opponents of such unions are scrambling to re-frame their opposition in a way that doesn’t make them sound like, well, party-pooping nasties.

This fall, an initiative on the California ballot will seek to undo what has already been done, and declare that marriage is reserved for a man and a woman. The task for the right-wing is tough, and Maggie Gallagher takes it on in today’s National Review, trying to make the case that the fight over gay marriage isn’t really about, uh marriage. You see, conservatives know that the more the public sees of elderly women tying the knot, or of two handsome grooms exchanging vows, the greater the reluctance on the part of California voters to “rain on the love parade.” Someone who votes “Yes” on the November initiative will be voting to invalidate same-sex marriages that have already taken place — which is, in effect, the same thing as walking up to Phyllis and Del and saying, “I don’t accept that you can pledge your love to each other in the same way that a man and a woman can.”

A certain percentage of the California public will vote against same-sex marriage no matter what, but that percentage is far from a majority. Perhaps only a third of Californians have strong religious objections to same-sex unions. Another third of Californians are enthusiastic about the idea of gays and lesbians getting married, believing that the sex of a couple has no real bearing on the real issue, which is one of love and commitment. And a middle third is ambivalent. That middle third is, perhaps, caught between a vague discomfort with the idea of “calling it marriage” and a strong desire not to be judgmental. That middle third strongly supports civil unions and domestic partnerships; that middle third, at the same time, clings to some old-fashioned ideas about the privileged position heterosexual love ought to occupy. Whoever wins the hearts and minds of that middle third wins the ballot initiative.

For those of us who support these unions, it is absolutely vital that we personalize this battle. Each and every voter who goes into a booth in November needs to understand that they are taking part in a referendum on the rights of other human beings to pursue happiness. They need to be viscerally aware that a “Yes” vote on this initiative is, in effect, a deliberate and conscious choice to invalidate the joyous marriages that have already taken place. If we can make this case, then I suspect that most of the middle third will say something like “You know, in my gut I still am uncomfortable with same-sex marriages. But these folks seem so happy, and I’m just not willing to stop anyone from a shot at a lifetime of joy together.” That’s the reasoning we want to foster. And I’m willing to bet that when forced to make a decision, 51% of California voters are unwilling to break the hearts and shatter the dreams of so many of their neighbors — and family members.

I don’t think marriage should be entered into lightly or inadvisedly, as the BCP says. But the more same-sex couples wed, the better. It’s easy to oppose gay marriage when it’s an unreal abstraction — it’s harder to undo what has already been done. Most voters don’t want to be the “bad guy”, even when they remain troubled to one degree or another by homosexuality. So the more happy, smiling faces we can put out there, the more examples of gay and lesbian couples embracing domestic bliss and fidelity we can sear into the consciousness of Californians, the more reluctant many of those voters will be to undo what has already been so joyously done.

It’s a battle for hearts and minds, baby, and with civility and grace towards those on the other side, I’m ready to fight it.

We’re gonna win, 51-49. Bank it.

Eighteen hour days and classrooms with no chairs

It’s always tougher for me to blog during summer school, and it will be especially so this summer. I’m teaching my usual load of three six-week summer classes, starting at 8:00AM and finishing around 3:00PM. What’s different is that the classroom in which I normally lecture (steps from my office) is undergoing renovations. I’m teaching my three classes in three separate buildings on campus, including a computer lab and a sprawling room in the main gymnasium. When I walked into my first class yesterday, there were no chairs in the room — my students had to sit on the floor, and the be-skirted had to stand. In my second class, I had 45 students enrolled in a classroom with a maximum fire code capacity of 40, and chairs for only 37. Life in the trenches indeed!

I’m not complaining, not really. I’ll be beginning my sixteenth year at Pasadena City College this fall, and this is my fourteenth summer session. My youngest students today were getting potty-trained when I started, and more and more these days, I learn of students whose parents are both younger than I am. Two days after Father’s day, I feel more paternal than ever.

This morning started at 4:45AM, as I wanted to get in a quick seven-miler before the heat set in. I’m participating in a volunteer event at the Kabbalah Centre in West Los Angeles tonight, so it will be more or less a non-stop eighteen hour day. I like busy, of course, except that it does give me precious little time to blog. I’ll see what I can squeeze in later.

And for those family and friends wanting an update, my wife called this morning from some remote jungle camp in Uganda, and is doing just fine. She’ll be home Saturday.

Feminism, shame, and boys: responding (again) to Kathleen Parker and KJ Lopez

Reminder: This is a feminist blog. Comments are welcome, but comments need to be “feminist-friendly”. Contrarians whose primary contribution is to ask “What about the menz” in one form or another may do so elsewhere, please.

Inviting National Review editor Katherine Jean Lopez and right-wing author Kathleen Parker to discuss feminism together is a bit like asking Pat Robertson and the Ayatollah Khomeini to teach a seminar on the French Enlightenment. Whatever gets said, there ain’t gonna be much good.

It’s a confusing discussion. On the one hand, Parker trots out the tired old saw of gender essentialism:

Boys and girls are hard-wired differently, which one notices as soon as the little critters become mobile. Although there are exceptions, girls can sit and focus for long periods and boys need to move around more. In fact, brain research shows that multitasking stimulates the pleasure center of women’s brains, hence 42 years of NOW. The men’s movement has been in gestation for 15 years and hasn’t begun to quicken yet. Ultimately, letting men be men means not insisting that they be our best girlfriends.

I wonder how Kathleen Parker explains the feats of memory undertaken by Torah students for three millenia, who do relatively little moving around and learn with dutiful exactness? Or how the Chinese civil service survived nearly as long with a nearly all-male membership, made up of fellows who spent hours not only committing the law to memory, but learning how to shape complex characters? How could they have done these things, when it is so “natural” for boys and men to be easily distracted and in need of constant physical exertion? Continue reading

“The opposite of rape is not consent; the opposite of rape is enthusiasm”: a revised and expanded post

I’m very much looking forward to Jessica Valenti and Jaclyn Friedman’s forthcoming anthology: Yes Means Yes: Visions of Female Sexual Power and a World Without Rape. I submitted a piece for inclusion, but a week or two ago received a very kind rejection note from the editors. I don’t think the short essay I wrote is viable for publication elsewhere, as Yes Means Yes will likely be the definitive work on the subject of consent for some time to come. So I’m posting the submission here.

This essay is a revised version of an earlier blogpost, of course. And though I am naturally disappointed that this essay won’t be included, I’m still very much looking forward to the appearance of the book, scheduled for later this year. in any case here goes:

“Yes means yes.” It’s a powerful, simple phrase, and important enough to be the guiding theme for this anthology. But the problem, of course, is that there is more than one kind of “yes.” There’s a world of difference between the “yes” said to appease or please, and the “yes” that comes from our core, brimming with enthusiasm. From the time we were children, most of us have been raised to say “yes” to things we would rather say “no” to: doing household chores, covering a co-worker’s shift, agreeing to pick a friend up at the airport. “Yes” often means “I am willing” rather than “Gosh, I’d really like to do that.” And while part of living in community with other human beings involves saying “yes” to things we’d rather not do, this issue of consent and enthusiasm is very different when the subject is sex.

This essay argues that when it comes to teaching young people about sexuality, we need to do more than make the case that “no means no, and yes means yes.” We need to make the case that consent is not enough. Great sex – ethical sex – is rooted less in mutual agreement than in mutual enthusiasm. It’s about moving from a “yes” to a “Hell, yes!”

I’m the elder of two sons raised in the ‘70s and early ‘80s by an avowedly feminist single mother. Mom hosted meetings of the League of Women Voters in our living room; Ms. Magazine rested on the coffee table. My brother and I didn’t get much of a sex talk from our mother, but she was gently insistent that we “respect” the girls we dated. When I was fifteen, I had my first girlfriend, Carmen. One afternoon, as my Mom drove me over to Carmen’s house, she warned me: “Don’t push her further than she wants to go. No means no, always.” I was acutely embarrassed (Carmen and I hadn’t moved beyond the kissing stage), and changed the subject. But I remembered the message.

The problem with the “no means no” slogan, as vital as it is, is that it implies the opposite is always true: “yes means yes.” “Yes means yes!” can be a triumphant statement about women’s sexual autonomy. But in a world where so many young women feel pressured to please others (particularly men), too many of the “yeses” uttered in dorm rooms and in the back seats of cars don’t reflect authentic desire. Too many “yeses” are coerced; too many quiet “okays” and “I guess so’s” are interpreted as blanket permission. When we confine our advice about sexual decision-making to a simple “no” means “no”, we risk sending the message that anything that isn’t a clear and strong “no” constitutes a “yes.” And as countless anecdotes told by young women reveal, that’s a recipe for disaster. Continue reading

Missing Dad

Tomorrow is Father’s Day, the second such since my father died two years ago next Sunday. I find myself missing him more this year than last; my experience with death is that the second and third anniversaries of the passing of a loved one are often harder than the first. With the first anniversary — or birthday, or other holiday — there’s a sense that one needs to be prepared for a significant emotional hit. But we live in a culture that puts a time limit on grief, and there’s an expectation that things will “get easier” each passing year. That’s true in general but not in specifics; while the overall trend of sadness is downward, pain can “suddenly spike” when least expected.

There’s also in me, I think, a kind of embarrassment about acknowledging that grief endures. No one told me that there would be a time limit on how long I would be allowed to weep for my father, but I’ve imposed one on myself. And it doesn’t seem that I am doing a good job of adhering to this self-created limit.

My father is gone, and I am not yet a father — I feel stuck in a gap between what has passed on and what has not yet come. May there not be many more such third Sundays in June.

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Divorce, gay marriage, and disillusionment

Starting next week, same-sex marriage will be legal here in California. Despite the reluctance of a few registrars in inland, more conservative areas, each of California’s 58 counties will be issuing marriage licenses to gay and lesbian couples next week. I know several couples who will be getting married soon, including some who were wed in San Francisco four years ago during the brief period in which same-sex licenses were issued in that city.

And of course, I’m thinking about the fascinating conservative argument that allowing gays and lesbians to marry is somehow bad for marriage as an institution. I’m quite confident that my marriage — to a woman — will be just as strong next week as it is today, and most honest heterosexual married folks would say the same.

I work a lot with young people. I got married to my third wife in May 2001, and we separated just over a year later. The kids in my youth group threw a shower for us before we were married, and they — especially the girls — wanted stories about the proposal, the ceremony, the honeymoon, the dress, and so forth. My third wife and I indulged them. When I announced our separation in October 2002, many of these same kids were devastated. I remember that night in youth group vividly: several teens wept. Two of the girls were furious with me, one choosing not to speak to me for several months. When she finally did want to talk, she told me that my divorce had made her feel hopeless and bereft. She told me she was much more cynical about marriage as a consequence.

What this painful experience taught me is this: heterosexual divorce disillusions a hell of a lot more kids than will homosexual marriage. I’ve seen how my divorce(s) hurt the young people in my life; I’ve never seen any evidence of a young person being “damaged” by their awareness of a same-sex union. Yet no religious conservative tried to stop me from marrying again (and again, and again.) The divorce rate among evangelical Protestants in this country is famously as high as it is for their secular brethren, of course, so most pastors are keenly aware that the condemnation of remarriage after divorce will lose them their congregation lickety-split. Gays and lesbians are a safer target. In this sense, those within the Catholic tradition who refuse remarriage after divorce are on more consistent ground when they oppose gay marriage than those within most branches of American Protestantism, who allow multiple “do-overs”.

Of course, I’m a fan of multiple do-overs. And so too is the God I worship, a God whose grace and whose table are open to all who have stumbled again, and again, and again, and again. That grace is alive and well in this, my fourth and final marriage. If I can be wed four times, despite the chaos inflicted by three earlier divorces, surely my gay and lesbian brothers and sisters deserve a chance to treat the institution of marriage with more care than I until recently evinced.

Friday Random Ten: music for Obamicans to grade to

My wife is in Rwanda at the moment. Or maybe Uganda. She’s on track for all seven continents in 2008; with luck, I’ll get six.

The big news of the week is that Emmylou Harris has released a new album. My wife and I generally have different musical tastes, but we’re both nearly obsessed with Harris, still making tremendous records in her sixties. We’re off to see Emmylou at the Orange County Fair at the end of July. One track off the album is the bonus this week. And #4 has been my theme song so far this month.

1. “Banks of Marble”, Iris DeMent and Leo Kottke
2. “Alternative Ulster”, Stiff Little Fingers
3. “The Special Two”, Missy Higgins
4. “Soon Love Soon”, Vienna Teng
5. “Power in the Blood”, Shane Barnard, Shane Everett, and the Peasall Sisters
6. “Comfortably Numb”, Dar Williams
7. “Would You Lay With Me (In a Field of Stone)”, David Allan Coe
8. “Kingdom of the Blind”, The Men they Couldn’t Hang
9. “Poor Poor Pitiful Me”, Warren Zevon
10. “Diamond in the Rough”, Jennifer Knapp

Bonus Track: “All That You Have is Your Soul”, Emmylou Harris

Asking out Dr. “desperately hot”: a note on students pursuing former professors

One of my former students has now transferred on to a large university elsewhere in the state. A 22 year-old junior, she took a class this past quarter with what she describes as a “desperately hot” 30 year-old assistant professor. He’s in his first year teaching the best of all possible subjects (history), and according to my former student, he’s said to be “single and straight and very available.”

My former student has read my various postings on student crushes and on older men, younger women relationships. She shot me a message on Facebook this week, asking me whether I thought it would be appropriate for her to ask out “Dr. Desperately Hot” now that the term is over. She’s quite clear that this isn’t just an intellectual crush — she’s interested on, as she puts it “every level.”

Assuming she’s not likely to be his student again, I wrote her a short note telling her, in essence, “Go for it.” An eight year age-gap is not insignificant, but it’s not an insurmountable one. (I admit I would have responded differently had her Dr. DH been 40 instead of 30.) I’m familiar with the campus on which she studies and he teaches; the university policy in place, like that at Pasadena City College, prohibits professors from dating their current students, but says nothing about dating former students who continue to be enrolled in other instructors’ classes.

I got a follow-up note:

Cool. So, another question: how do I ask him out??? Do I suggest coffee, trying to make it seem like I just might want a friendship? Or do I just flirt with him (more than I have been!!) to see if he takes the inititaive?

I pointed out to her that students frequently invite me to coffee. The nice thing about coffee is that it can have multiple meanings; it can be a wonderfully casual “first date”, or it can be an extension of normal office hours, complete with refreshment. I’m a great believer in having coffee with students, knowing that the chance to chat with a professor one-on-one in an informal environment was one I always treasured when I was an undergraduate. It’s a situation that can be, and indeed should generally be entirely non-sexual, uncharged and unfraught with romantic implications. But it’s relatively easy for even a young adult to inject some gentle flirtation into a coffee date — and my former student can try that with Dr. DH and see how he responds.

I warned her, half teasingly, that she might be very disappointed. Many of us who are masterful and charismatic in the classroom are stunningly not so when we are out of “our element”. While there’s nothing inherently unethical about a 22 year-old dating her 30 year–old former professor, the chances are pretty damn high that she’s got him on some sort of a pedestal. Up until this point, theirs has been a one-sided relationship; he lectures to a large classroom, she sits and gazes at him. She projects more on to him than he has to her, even if he has “noticed” her in a way that goes beyond the purely professional. The chances of disillusionment on her part are near 100%, though I’ve seen more than one relationship survive that process.

Because we’re friends, I felt comfortable challenging my former student to check her motives. Some students pursue professors for the same reason some young women seek out older men; they look for a yardstick by which to measure their own attractiveness. Dating (or, depending on the milieu, merely having sex with) a popular professor who is widely acknowledged to be “desperately hot” might be simply a way to boost the ego, or to boost status in the eyes of peers who share an attraction to this desirable instructor. Even if he is older and presumably wiser, it’s at best unkind and at worst deceptively manipulative to pursue a relationship of any duration merely for the sake of bragging about it (even if that bragging is confined to one or two very close friends.)

I’ve said a time or nine that older men, younger women relationships are problematic — but not always strictly inadvisable — for many reasons. I’ve pointed out too that most student crushes on professors are less about the desirability of the instructor and more about how that professor makes the student feel about himself (or herself), about ideas, about possibilities for life and the world. But all of this doesn’t mean I don’t think a mature young student can’t ask out a relatively young, eminently single, hot assistant professor. Something interesting will happen no matter what the final outcome.

A small profile in courage: $4.50 gasoline, and McCain still stands for the wild places

I joined Republicans for Environmental Protection at the same time that I re-registered as a Republican last year. I was explicit about my goal: to do my part to move the GOP back towards the political center, and to help break the ideological stranglehold on the party held by Christian conservatives on the one hand and the Wall Street Journal editorial page on the other. Quixotic, yes, but not impossible.

Less than a year ago, the pundits had given up on the chances of John McCain winning the GOP nomination. Some progrnosticators started a “McCain deathwatch”, and trusted voices in the conservative world predicted he would drop out by Labor Day 2007. McCain, they said, was too unreliable on issues that mattered most to conservatives. And while right-wingers despised him for McCain-Feingold (the campaign finance reform act) and his opposition to water-boarding, their greatest ire often seemed directed at his environmental positions. For over a decade, McCain has been among a small band of Republicans opposed to drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, opposed to increased drilling on the continental shelf (at least without the consent of the nearest state), and in favor of increased fuel economy standards for American vehicles. Most importantly and heretically, he has stated time and again that he is convinced that global warming is “anthropogenic”: caused in large part if not entirely by human activity.

REP endorsed McCain and worked hard for him when other GOP groups were looking elsewhere, flirting with the Romneys and Giulianis and Thompsons of the world. There aren’t many in the Republican party who see “green issues” as vital, but REP does, and they saw McCain as the first Republican in forty years with a commitment to at least some environmental protection. McCain is an imperfect environmentalist of course, but he has been a firm opponent of new drilling and a strong supporter of conservation and the development of alternative fuel sources. Time and again, he broke from the pack of pro-business candidates to articulate a message more in keeping with that espoused by Democrats. And thus I voted for McCain in the California primary, not out of tremendous enthusiasm for him, but out of the hope that he would represent a move away from the rigid pro-development position held by most in his party. Continue reading

Thursday Short Poem: Simic’s “Clouds Gathering”

Charles Simic is our current poet laureate (something that John McCain didn’t know, apparently, though I wouldn’t bet that most of the major candidates did). This is a troubling poem, familiar to anyone who has witnessed a marriage or an enduring relationship take a dark turn. This is not my present or my future, but it was my past. And sometimes, storms happen while the trees remain still.

Clouds Gathering

It seemed the kind of life we wanted.
Wild strawberries and cream in the morning.
Sunlight in every room.
The two of us walking by the sea naked.

Some evenings, however, we found ourselves
Unsure of what comes next.
Like tragic actors in a theater on fire,
With birds circling over our heads,
The dark pines strangely still,
Each rock we stepped on bloodied by the sunset.

We were back on our terrace sipping wine.
Why always this hint of an unhappy ending?
Clouds of almost human appearance
Gathering on the horizon, but the rest lovely
With the air so mild and the sea untroubled.

The night suddenly upon us, a starless night.
You lighting a candle, carrying it naked
Into our bedroom and blowing it out quickly.
The dark pines and grasses strangely still.

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