This is an out-loud on my turmoil of feelings hearing more about so-called incels. It's like knowing you have rats, then coming upon a giant nest of them.
I can't remember exactly when I realized that many men don't view women as actual people. Often, even men who know perfectly well we are people have to remind themselves that it's not just the women in their immediate vicinity who are actually humans. It's also that "girl" being posed on a car for your gratification. She is a person with thoughts and feelings about what is happening. She poops on the toilet and got an 87% in grade 12 calculus and thinks about why she's on Earth. Just like you.
For men to view us as a subspecies, they must see themselves as more human than us. Somehow, even though science says otherwise, they believe their feelings are more acute, their thoughts more profound, their bodies more normal, their ways more right. We are a subspecies, not unlike a donkey or cow, with some consciousness but nothing to concern themselves with. We only need to be understood and manipulated to men's needs, like all the other animals. It's not even insulting, because it's so ignorant. It's the thinking of a small child, cemented and rooted without anyone noticing.
I always thought this undercurrent of people with vaginas not being as human as people with penises was unconscious. I felt like, most men, they don't mean to think of things that way, it's just how they've been taught. Most men who take the time can recognize that I am a person, that a biological accident of genitalia doesn't diminish the intensity and importance of my soul's human experience on Earth. And yet, there are swaths of men, scuttling around under the surface of the internet, encouraging each other to dehumanize me. So it's not unconscious, and I'm willing to bet, most men are not surprised it's there, even if they might be surprised when they find it scuttling around the underbelly of their own unconscious.
I think female people have shielded male people for too long about the importance of sex to us. Maybe we've let you think we see it as casually as you do. I'm sure there are women who do. But please, take a minute to think about it. Sex, to a male body, is sticking your dick into something warm until you feel the ecstasy of orgasm. Sex, for a female body, is allowing a foreign object, attached to a large, hairy body, not just to enter my body, but to pump away at my most vulnerable bodily opening until the penis spews gooey, stinky stuff that will leak out of me for hours and may make me pregnant or sick. But I might like how it feels, and if I'm lucky, that will result in an orgasm. If I'm unlucky, it will hurt or cause my body damage.
Sex isn't very sexy, when you think about the reality of the human experience divorced from the ecstasy of orgasm. The rest of it is quite intrusive for a woman. Sex is a big fucking deal, literally. It's not something small to give you as a reward for a nice night out. Also, a large number of people have been victims of sexual assault. For a person who's been hurt by sexual violence, sex is a giant mountain of trust to climb, not a home run.
Personally, I enjoy heterosexual sex, but I definitely don't want to have it with a man who doesn't care about my experience, with whom I don't feel safe. I think any man, if he were to think about having sex as having something large inserted and pumped inside his body at the most vulnerable part, could understand those stipulations. Sex isn't something I give to someone, it isn't a party favour or a prize. Sex is something I do with someone with whom I feel intimate. It's a real risk, physically, not just emotionally.
If a man is incapable of seeing me as a human, we can never really be intimate. If I can't be intimate with a man, I don't want to have sex with him. This is a very basic understanding. If you want to have sex on the regular, you have to build trusting, respectful relationships that encourage intimacy. If you don't want to do that, don't blame other people. Maybe some people would want to have sex with you if you were a person capable of intimacy with them. Go work on that, and things might change. But keep jacking off to your imagination and whining when reality doesn't match, and your life will continue to be consumed with hatred that is really directed at yourself. When you hate yourself, of course your ego directs the anger outside of you, like shielding you from bullets. But it's destroying you.
Love feels better.
Tuesday, April 3, 2018
What if the enterprise is life?
Each life is a series of hours that are for sale. I can use those hours however I like, sell them or not, but in order to live as a functioning member of the society in which I find myself, I am forced to sell some to people willing to give me money in exchange for my expertise and effort. If I don't use my hours to buy into anything solid that I own a piece of, but rather sell them for money that is used for my daily consumption, that's called a job.
Some of my hours can't be for sale. These are the hours I invest in what matters to me. I invest them in a healthy body by doing things like eating well, sleeping enough, staying fit, spending time in nature, giving and receiving touch. I invest them in building relationships with my spouse, children, friends, family, colleagues, and other people in my life. I invest them in maintaining my household free of pests, in good repair, considerate to neighbours. I invest them in staying alive and pursuing happiness and peace. How many of those hours I have to invest depends entirely on how many are left after I sell the ones I need to sell in order to pay for the shelter, food, transportation, and other costs associated with living life in society.
Often, responsibilities to others erode or eclipse investments in a healthy body, which is the base foundation for being alive. Just like we kill the Earth for the Economy, when the Earth is the base foundation. It's crazy, but our whole society has conditioned us to this crazy as the only possible reality. Questioning it is considered dangerous.
To put our sweat equity back into our lives, we would need to put a bubble around the time required for our healthy bodies, healthy relationships, and healthy communities. Realistically, if a person were to live according to the advice, do the shopping and cooking required for healthy, plant-heavy, organic-based, locally-sourced meals, exercise for heart and lung health, stretch and engage physio for specific injuries and strains or body anomalies, spend time as a family and time one-on-one with each important person in our lives, read and better ourselves professionally, participate in community volunteerism, help our neighbours out, and sleep 8+ hours every night, we wouldn't have enough hours left to work full time. That's the sad reality of the society and work expectations we've built. It is not possible to work full time and take proper care of your body, relationships and society. That's why everyone is so stressed out and angry over stupid things. That's why everyone is limiting themselves to easy answers, quick fixes and flip judgments.
I feel lucky that most of the time, I am now able to structure my paid work time to let me pursue my well-being in a serious way, even if I can't always achieve it. Most people are not so lucky. A full time job owns your time, you are forced to sell those hours even if, this week, you'd rather not. And lacking a full time job is even worse, if you depend on it for your living. It's a root cause of suffering in our society, which leads to costs - policing, courts, mental health intervention, preventable medical expenses associated with stress and other factors. And it's not sustainable. This is a conversation no politicians are having, and it concerns me.
The time is coming when we won't need all these humans in jobs. It's important for us to think about how we will handle that. Will we let swaths of our population languish in shame and boredom, anger and guilt, fear and scarcity? We could start reducing work weeks without reducing salaries now, so that we have a couple of decades to ease people out of relying solely on an employment wage to cover the costs of their lives. A couple of decades for the profiteers to adjust their models to make it worthwhile to do business in a society that demands a higher minimum standard for its citizens. To decide as a society what our healthy minimum well-being standards look like. First, we need to decide that's a goal, to reduce the work week, focus people on self-care and care of each other and this place, and prepare for a future where society sets the minimums rather than allowing profiteers to drive them to ever-new lows.
But before society can even think about setting a goal, we ourselves need to know that we deserve it, so we can ask for it. We need to realize that the only purpose of society, economy, and government, is to enable the well-being of citizens. That's all. That's the only reason for all of this. So if anyone is not able to pursue well-being, the system is not serving its purpose. We can say, I require enough time to pursue the best human knowledge of what creates well-being: eating well, sleeping well, having good sanitation and safe shelter, and taking care of my body, mind, spirit, relationships, community, country and planet. Those responsibilities of citizenship are worth something to everyone in society. Regardless of employment, I need to know I can maintain that minimum. It's not "entitlement" to think that society should strive to provide a minimum dignity in exchange for participation. We know we can. The money is in the system, it's just hoarded at the top. We're brainwashed to want the worst for each other and ourselves, to think that's all that's possible. It's not.
We will have no choice but to change. I'd like to see us choose a direction that remembers why we're doing all this work in the first place. A system that lets people choose to put more sweat equity into well-being and peaceful co-existence. This has not been finalized as the goal of humanity, but I think we would be better off if it were. At least we could start turning the ship.