Patrick Archbold is co-founder of Creative Minority Report, a Catholic website that puts a refreshing spin on the intersection of religion, culture, and politics. When not writing, Patrick is director of information technology at a large international logistics company in New York.
It has been noted by many commentators over they years that an oxymoronic singular objective of a movement dubbed "feminist" is to achieve some false notion of parity by behaving like men.
Sure, good men have certain admirable qualities that any person, regardless of gender, would do well to emulate. In the classic musical My Fair Lady, Professor Higgins comically extols these qualities while lamenting their apparent absence in women singing...
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly square;
Eternally noble, historically fair.
Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat.
Why can't a woman be like that?
Alas and alack, these are not the qualities that the feminist movement extols in its futile search for equality. The feminist movement promotes an ideal much different than Henry Higgins. Feminists promote behavior in women that is most despicable in men. Greed. Avarice. Selfishness. And lust. To be equal to men, you must be just like the worst of them.
Recently, I came across an article that exemplifies this notion taken to the extreme. Before I link to this article, I must warn you that its content is extremely vulgar and sexually graphic. I will do my best to summarize and sanitize here so that readers do not need to subject themselves to understand my points. But if you have the stomach, you can find it here.
Tracy Clark-Flory is a sex and relationship staff writer at Salon. That sentence is the scariest notion in the world.
In a recent article, Ms. Clark-Flory happily regales her readers with a tale that would make her a scoundrel among men, but in reality it probably makes her the saddest woman on the internet.
She begins by telling us that she just saw her favorite male porn star enter the bar and she immediately expresses the desire to sleep with him. She wants to sleep with a man she does not even know because she watches porn. That is instructive in and of itself. Ms. Clark-Flory readily admits that she frequently watches porn, but that is ok she assures us because she has statistics that say upwards of 40% of online porn watchers are women. Well, it must be ok if everyone is doing it is an awesome rule to live by.
She has a friend make introductions. After minute worth of bad porno-like dialogue, she takes him back to her place. As one thing leads to another she briefly pauses to think "What would my mom think?" but this is merely an aside with no bearing on her behavior at all.
Afterward, she disappointingly notes that the whole thing was a bit of a let down. Not because she did something morally and spiritually destructive, but because it was a little boring saying "All of which is to say: It was like nearly every casual hookup I’ve ever had."
But despite the let down, she plies onward in the quest to be a bad man. "Despite the emptiness of it, I felt a sense of accomplishment over my conquest. I mean, I slept with my favorite male porn star! "
At this point enters the only sane voice in the piece. When she texted her roommate about her 'conquest' she simply replies “Is this supposed to be a good thing?”
Ms. Clark-Flory, stunned by the lack of congratulations, begins to worry and wonder. “What kind of man will want to be with a woman who’s slept with a male porn star?” What was an opportunity to really review her behavior is squandered with thoughts about who will want her. What is lost on Ms. Clark-Flory is that in objectifying her male counterpart, she has only succeeded in turning herself into an object. She can only view her worth in term of who will want her.
That is not how God sees her, she has so much more worth than she can ever know.
Not to worry, everything in porno-land turns out just fine. She meets a young man who doesn't care what she has done, doesn't judge her, as long as it wasn't on camera. That is life today. The only rules left are no judging and no cameras. Everything else is disposable, especially people.
Normally if I read something like this I would mock and scold for the sheer immorality and stupidness of it all. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It was all just too sad. I think I will pray for her instead.