Well I never thought I’d see the day when I’d be putting in anything like a good word for “alpha” males — probably my least favorite sub-species — and I’m not really, but , if the weaponization of anthrax was scary, I think the weaponization of women (and children, when necessary) is scarier.
I don’t know. As a male individual at 60, I can look back on a life in which at every stage I regarded relationships with women as cooperative. Imposed contact wouldn’t feel right to me any more than I’d imagine it would feel right to a prospective partner. But oh the confusion! The bombardment of mixed messages, shoulds and shouldn’ts.
Even as I write this, there’s a sultry young woman with glossed, bee-stung lips and an unmistakable “come hither if you dare” look in her eyes looking out at me from the side panel of my PC. They pop up ubiquitously, unbidden. Someone is trying to sell me something — and not being particularly “sensitive” about how they do it.
I’m not going to hold my breath till humanity gets a handle on sex. Some will no doubt vehemently disagree but it seems to me that religion’s core real-world function has been to organize sex and — from the contradictions and hypocrisies of Christianity (and Judaism and Islam and Buddhism and . . .) to the horrors of genital mutilation — they all do a bad job of it in one way or another.
I think the problem is that we keep trying to make something that is not one thing (is it “purity” or pedophilia, Roy?) into one thing. So now it’s all supposed to be about what? Love, consent, equality (as in no one can take the lead because it might be a) unwanted and b) weaponized), family values? And yet the headlines and ads on these very pages are 90% about the aesthetic 0.1% — predominantly women, almost all young, almost all paid to deliver some version of the “come hither if you think you’re alpha enough to have me” message.
So hundreds of billions annually on cosmetics, fashion, and the Darwinistic validation game, while preaching the good virtues, pretending that it’s all in good fun — until some floating-point line is crossed. It’s a profit-driven recipe for confusion and anguish at the very least. It’s an area that needs boundaries but also a good hard look in our societal mirror. Yes there are some ugly perps — but the vast majority of us are, in one way or another, victims.