7. CollarMe? No Thanks

I’m going to come back to my fuckupperies, be sure. But I find that they are hard posts to write, and require much pulling on teeth and heartstrings. So in the meantime, my first (and probably last) thoughts on CollarMe.

Tonight I saw an incredibly weird play about the first feminist queen of Lapland. When I came home, I closed my CollarMe account. Strangely, these things do have something to do with one another. In the play, the queen is called “swashbuckling”. I had forgotten how much I love that word, swashbuckling. I realized there was a part of me that used to ache to inhabit such a word, and that the ache is still there.

And when I came home and signed online, looking at the messages in my inbox and the words coming up on the screen, I also realized that there is no place for swashbuckling women on CollarMe. There is some potential there, but most of it is buried and I don’t care enough to go digging. There is too much shit in the way.

When I clicked the button to close my account, this is the message that appeared, letter for letter:

http://collarme.com
Perminantly close your account?

Really, that about sums it up. And I would laugh, if it wasn’t just so fucking pathetic.

Pleasing By Delicacy Or Grace

This post is for the pretty men.

Now, when I say pretty, I don’t mean broad shoulders, rippling muscles, carrying power tools and towering over me. I don’t mean that genre of men, though god knows I’m a fan. I am a happy member of the cheering section.

I mean the men with soft skin, full lips, femme clothing. Men with skinny limbs and long hair. Men who like to wear satin and velvet. Men who like to feel pretty.

Pretty (adjective): pleasing by delicacy or grace.

You know who you are. This one’s for you.

There is some serious fuckupery concerning how body image issues are presented. Take a minute and think about who talks about body image. Think about the last time you had a discussion about body image. Think about the language you used.

Nine times out of ten, I’d bet that language was gendered. I’d bet you were talking to a woman. Woman’s issues. Woman’s weight. Women’s bodies. We’re teaching women how to accept cultural stereotypes, and how to fight them. Women’s body issues are vocalized.

Does it not seem a little fucked up that men’s body issues are not? When body image is considered a women’s only issue, we continue to strengthen the idea that only women are judged by their bodies. In a twisted kind of way, we continue to objectify ourselves while we fight not to be objectified. Following from this, we pigeonhole men into the role of the objectifier while simultaneously ignoring them as possible victims of cultural stereotypes.

Men are praised for their attractiveness in totally different ways. They are held to totally different, strictly gendered, strictly masculine standards. These standards, by the way, are almost never standards of beauty. They’re standards of wealth, of skill, of strength, of ownership and possession. May’s attraction is judged by how hot his girlfriend is. Most people look at me. Only rarely do they look at him.

Even the uprise of the metrosexual fashion movement in urban areas perpetuates the dichotomy separating modes of attraction. Metrosexual men can be in touch with their feminine side, can “reject macho stereotypes”, can use expensive hair care products and wear aesthetically pleasing clothes. But god help them if they decide to wear a satin nightie to bed.

This blindness leaves a vast, gaping hole that pretty men keep falling down.

Men aren’t the attracting partner. Men don’t get pursued. Men aren’t androgynous. Men aren’t bisexual. Men don’t want to be pretty. Men don’t want what women have. The most damaging of all? Shut up and take it. Be a man.

Ladies, hate to break it to you. Our bodies are pushed and shoved and stereotyped to within an inch of our lives. And yet, the freedom we’re allowed in breaking gendered stereotypes of attraction is epic, compared with our fellow men.

Why are we so much more okay with women in men’s clothing than we are with men in women’s clothing? I wear boy-cut jeans and a ratty button-down, and I don’t get a second glance, and I’m not necessarily a lesbian. But May wears girl-cut jeans and a ringer tee that I gave him, and he gets looks on the street, and he must be gay. Never mind he’s holding hands with a chick.

We bitch and yell when men want to dress up as women to be humiliated. (I bitch and yell with the best of them.) What about the men who’ve been told, over and over, that a man who wants to be a woman is supposed to feel humiliated?

What about men who just want to be pretty in the only way they’ve been taught is possible: by being more like women?

There is no middle space where “real men” can feel pretty. If you’re a man who wears women’s clothing or makeup, either you’re gay, you’re just getting off on being humiliated like a weak woman, or you’re three steps away from a gender transition and you just haven’t gotten there yet. And it’s such bullshit.

There needs to be some gender fluidity, and it needs to flow both ways.

If a woman opens up and says she’s feeling unattractive in comparison with cultural standards, the common mode is to support her in a sensitive, relatively ungendered way. We’ll talk about her mind, or her ideas. But if a man opens up and says he feels unattractive in comparison with cultural standards, we tell him he’s strong. Bad logic, damnit, bad logic!

But never mind. A real man would never say that in the first place.

The Truth Will Set You Free

But first, it will piss you off.

I asked May last night about the etiquette of linking to opinions you wish to disagree with. His reply was “It’s the Internet. You can do whatever you’d like.”

Yea. Doesn’t that just hit the nail on the head?

john (his capitalization use, not mine) has a great blog. He’s thoughtful, he’s sincere. He and I have some differing opinions, but in general I quite enjoy reading his posts. (He also posts a lot, which is great for keeping me entertained at work.) And he reads this, so I’d like to make it very clear that I quite like him.

But yesterday he approvingly posted a quote. And when I read it and his response to it, I screamed. (Apparently, Elizabeth screamed too.)

I didn’t really get the bitterness. I yell, and I fume, but there’s always been something a bit alien to me about just how bitter May is, or why Bitchy is such a bitch. But guys, I understand now.

Here’s the quote I have a problem with:

You are the male of the future and your message is an important one. The Female Gender is the superior gender. I am not saying males are useless, they are the yin to our yang, but the best male is one who understands his role as helpmate and passive.

Funny how people toss about “superior” without owning up to its binary relationship with the word “inferior.” “Inferior” is such a nasty, tricky word.This is sexism.

Check it out, straight out of the all-knowing Wikipedia: Sexism can refer to . . . different beliefs or attitudes [such as] the belief that one gender or sex is superior to or more valuable than the other.

Many folks seem to think that sexism must necessarily go hand-in-hand with chauvinism, or misogyny, or misandry. Actually, no. Hatred is not a prerequisite for sexism. You can say you love and respect men in their inferior status, and you’re still sexist. A lack of hatred is not a mitigation.

Still others think that since culturally women have been getting the short end of the stick since god-knows-when, espousing a doctrine of female superiority isn’t sexist; it’s payback. Well, there’s a word for that too: reverse sexism. Notice how the word “sexism” still exists in that phrase.

And hey, maybe it’s just me, but I don’t happen to think sexism is okay. Neither, might I add, does the U.S. Government.

Perhaps you would like to live in a world in which we are not all created equal, or in which there are no efforts made to protect the human rights of certain groups. But this is not that world. This world is fucked up and twisted about and still suffering massively under the influence of people who believe in the superiority or inferiority of generic characteristics in their fellow human beings. One of the things you do not have, as a random Internet voice, is the authority to include me in your world view. And one thing you shouldn’t be doing is allowing philosophies that promote violations of human rights to be approved, respected, or used to represent the opinions of a larger community.

Here is how that quote could have been written in such a way that I would have no problem:

You are the male of my future and your message is an important one to me. I consider myself superior to you. I am not saying you are useless, you are the yin to my yang, but the best male you can be for me is one who understands his role as helpmate and passive.

That? If she wrote that to me, or May, we’d both still find it offensive as hell. But that’s a personal matter. Excluding generalizations makes that a personal comment, which means it’s no one’s business except the person who wrote it and the person who’s receiving it. A generalization covers more ground than you think. It covers every woman, and every man, and every space. Your method of anonymous communication via the Internet does not excuse generalizations.

In the privacy of your own home you’re welcome to say anything you like. You can say that Jews have horns, or that men are pigs, or that French people smell bad. You can say that one gender is superior to another.

But I’m here to tell you, anonymity and privacy are not the same thing. The Internet is a public forum. Which means you are espousing a public opinion. Which means you are promoting sexism in a public space. You’re just wearing a mask to do it.

Can we think of any other examples of rhetorics of group superiority being espoused from behind the supposedly untouchable comfort of anonymous masks?

Saying that you’d like to be superior/inferior to a specific man/woman in a certain context is something ya’ll can work out for yourselves. (Yes, I’m even okay with the word “superior” in certain, pre-negotiated relationships.) But the minute you generalize it to include people you don’t know, the minute you say it in a public space, you are espousing a sexist philosophy of life. You say it on the Internet as though this space exists only in a fantasy realm. As though the online world is an extension of your bedroom. Or maybe you think that speaking to a sympathetic audience excuses the offense your opinion gives to those outside your audience.

Say it in your workplace, and you’d be fired. Say it in a non-anonymous public forum, and maybe you’d get sued for your trouble. That’s the trouble with generalized philosophies of superiority; in the real world, practicing them is illegal.

Don’t delude yourself. Maybe there are fewer consequences here, but this space is not an extension of your bedroom.

Maybe you happen to think sexism is okay. Maybe you love the idea of being dominated and inferior, or dominating and superior. Y’know what? Great! Fine. Your rights are your own. Give them away, exchange them with your partner, do whatever you’d like with them.

But the second you generalize your opinion of superiority or inferiority, you include others. If you say women are superior, you include me. If you say men are inferior, you include May. You are fucking with our rights, and our status, and our place. You are spreading propaganda about us.

And you do not negotiate my rights.