In This Case James Chartrand's Assumed Masculinity Probably Hurt Men More Than It Hurt Women

About this James Chartrand business.

A lot of people are seriously chuffed with her for pulling a fast one, selling out, betraying other women writers, and (hey, this one bugs me too) extending her adopted macho persona into an entire professional-writers website, Men with Pens.

Second, based on my (peripheral) experience with commercial writers over the years it’s not that uncommon for a single writer to work with mulitple pen names. For instance the local edgy alt-weekly might rather not use the same writer who also writes the gardening tips for the local flower and garden newsletter and ad copy for the local university alumni office. So folks use different names — big deal, so what? And if you use different genders? Also big deal, so what?

Note also the e-book title available under “Our Books” at Men with Pens: How To Create Believable Characters. Nice work, James!

Some things I do get uncomfortable about though. For instance that a lot of people prefered to hire and read copywriting from James… as long as they thought he was a man. Published research says academic reviewers consistently give higher ratings when a single letter in a submission is changed, turning the author from, say, the woman’s name “Joan Smith” to the man’s name “John Smith,” or “Jean Fitzpatrick” to “Dean Fitzpatrick.”

That Chartrand got pulled in when she dropped that hook over the side isn’t a problem for me at all. What is a problem, though, is that despite thoroughly faking it she built a website that’s… well, more aggressively “masculine” than I, a thoroughly red-blooded, XY-chromosomed man, am able to manifest. Which, if I was conflicted all Hemingway/GQ/Details-like about what “being a man” might mean probably wouldn’t be doing me a lot of favors. So in other words it’s not as much that Chartrand was “selling out” women as that she was helping to continue setting up men with, in this case, literally made up standards of what constitutes an authoritative male voice.

“Masculinity” already impoverishes men enough without people — women and men — literally playing it up. Although I think it’s a marvelous indictment of the whole conceit that biological women are able to pull it off as effortlessly as biological men. But here’s the deal: masculinity, like femininity, is a total fucking joke. Name one thing besides maybe peeing on cigarette butts in a urinal and needing to do things to keep your testosterone levels on an even keel that’s really all that “essentially” male? Right, that was a trick question! There are plenty of men throughout history who never saw either a urinal or a cigarette butt who nevertheless made it from first breath to last without ever losing a Y chromosome. And, to be perfectly fair, there are plenty of women, Chartrand not the least of them, who are able to nail the concept on the first go.

Meaning it’s all made up. Which wouldn’t be a problem at all if drunks in bars, bullies on playgrounds, and psychos with handguns weren’t either perpetually trying to live up to those meaningless, in some cases literally fictional standards or, worse, using other people’s failures to meet them as an excuse to do violence against them. Which sets off yet another cycle of men and boys looking for answers to the literally unknowable-for-certain question “what does it mean to be a man?” And finding hints in… “manly” graphics like the bullet-shattered logo James Chartrand chose to keystone her blog, or teasing remarks about “mommy bloggers” on… a working mother’s blog.*

Bottom line: getting jobs with fake names is fine. Finding success with your fake name is fine too. Taking your fake name and using it to perpetuate your ideas about your name’s gender attributes, though, isn’t so hot.

* For the record I don’t believe Chartrand ever suggested there’s any problem at all with bloggers who are also mothers. As for the “mommy blogger” genre, well, fair or unfair that gets a lot of criticism from most quarters.

Update: Woah, as Sungold ever set me stright? And in comments, below, Anonymous points to a post by Chartrand’s erstwhile gender-bending partner, “Harrison McCleod” who says the choice wasn’t as simple as Chartrand makes it sound. But it does indeed sound like she at least occasionally specifically criticized women writers as a class. Good to know. —fl

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For the record I don’t believe Chartrand ever suggested there’s any problem at all with bloggers who are also mothers. As for the “mommy blogger” genre, well, fair or unfair that gets a lot of criticism from most quarters. —fl

No. That’s not an accurate description of what Chartrand was up to. There are fair criticisms to be made of mommy bloggers, but that’s not where Chartrand is coming from. Nor does s/he cut any slack for feminists, or women bloggers in a generic sense, because she sees them all as shaving men’s balls. (Still wondering if the shaving trend is gendered? :-) I just wrote a long post on this nonsense. If you read it and still think Chartrand didn’t sell women bloggers collectively down the river, then let’s talk.

I’d say more but I’m only up because I’m tending a sick kid. Which Chartrand wouldn’t want to hear about – motherhood is so messy! So unprofessional!

I don’t condemn Chartrand’s gender swapping, but oh my, the hypermasculinity and misogyny she/he/ze employed is a whole ‘nother deal.

[Hey Sungold! I stand corrected and I’ll amend my post. Also “I don’t condemn Chartrand’s gender swapping, but oh my, the hypermasculinity and misogyny she/he/ze employed is a whole ‘nother deal.” Nicely put! —fl]

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As for peeing on cigarette butts in a urinal, that’s even more of a trick question because it is perfectly possible for women to use the typical men’s urinals (in a one room restroom usually!!)

[The urinal bit was intended hyperbole but you’re right, Red, even if it wasn’t there’s still the bit about how a) a lot of women can pee standing up and b) there are whole, culturally non-trivial societies where men don’t stand up to pee. So good point. —fl]

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You always make it sound like it’s hurting men to measure themselves to masculinity standarts. Well, you know – it does not. At least for those who are natural at it. Like you are saying “why those singers bother to stick to their notes, and even take pains rehearsing for hours, if lots of people in jungle keep singing without those notes just as fine”. You see, for some men it’s not a bother and they like their way better.

[Agreed. I’ll go one better and say for all men it’s easy to do what comes naturally. The problem arises when someone else says “no, what you’re doing is not natural.” Then you get Matthew Shephard crucified on a barbed wire fence. Or, less dramatically, in George Carlin’s most crucial phrasing, someone calls you a fag if you don’t beat up homos. In this case I’m not worrying so much about the people being beaten up (bad as that sounds!) Instead I’m worried about what influences men or boys who otherwise wouldn’t give a crap if someone else was gay feeling intimidated or pressured into pretending to care. At least in moral/philosophical terms if it’s worse to do wrong than be wronged then the “homos” might go to the hospital but the guys who send them there for fear of being labeled “fags” are going to Hell.

And finally, as for the singing analogy, the comparison isn’t to singing in key or not — those would be covered by any rules of singing. Instead it’s like saying the only singing that will be tolerated are polkas. There’s nothing wrong with polkas, sure, and people spend hours honing it too. (Seriously! Oompa music is highly underrated.) But the downside of that comes in when they start patrolling and saying that’s the only legitimate music there is. Hope that clarifies where I’m coming from. Thanks, Me. —fl]

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I think you’re rather missing the point, Me. Of course masculinity is easy for those of us who are naturally masculine and of course people should be allowed to make that choice if they want to. But men are required to simply because of their chromosome. Using your analogy, it’s like, “All people with blue eyes are incredible singers and need to stick to the notes and take pains rehearsing for hours. What, you don’t like singing? You must be gay.”

It doesn’t matter much to MMA fighters or bikers. But to emo kids,male dancers, guys who love romance novels…

[Actually, technically, it’s not so much the emo guys I worry about as the guys who keep pushing further into, say, MMA fighting hoping to “prove” they’re somehow a “real” man when they don’t feel it inside. (I’ve got a whole ‘nother set of thumps for people who affect emo because they think that’s what the cool kids should be doing.) Thing is that emo guys (hello, Lord Byron?) and dancers (hello, Barishnikov? Nureyev?) and all the rest are perfectly manly — it’s only the definition of “masculinity” that’s impoverished. For that matter (stepping briefly into fiction for dramatic effect) Pee-Wee Herman is as manly as Bruce Wayne. Thanks, Ozymandias. —fl]

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You sure pick your examples :)
I don’t think that nowadays someone will demand anything at all from a boy who decided to be a hairdresser, even his father. People just cross a mental checkbox and forget because they have an opportunity to keep to their own flock.
So if some emo guy or a dancer is not into masculinity, he has his own. I am not interested in his approval and what does he care about my opinion about the said masculinity? Not about him, mind, I am not interested in him at all, about the concept of massculinity itself – what does he care about my views on it? After all he has a bunch of like fellas around him telling one another that they all are super-green, what he might want from me?

[For me the best example of fallout isn’t a Marylin Manson wannabe, it’s twg’s brother. And her brother’s experience answers your “so what” question as well. —fl]

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That’s a good point about MMA fighter dude. I was mostly thinking about people who naturally, well, like fighting and are stoic and all of that, which has nothing to do with gender— hell, my best friend is probably the most stereotypically masculine person you’ll ever meet, and she’s female.

It’s as silly for my best friend to wear dresses and bake cookies as it is for a man to be an MMA fighter if he really wants to wear eyeliner and croon about his ex-girlfriend. Or vice versa. Or he can always do both, as, you know, they aren’t exactly mutually exclusive here. (Am I making sense? It makes sense in my head.)

And I would like to see anyone that makes fun of male dancers try ballet. I think their opinions on the wimpiness of dancing would come to a quick and final end around the time their legs were ON FIRE.

[”...my best friend is probably the most stereotypically masculine person you’ll ever meet, and she’s female.” I rest my case. Or you can look at, say, Bond and Sinclaire, who revel in (constructed) masculinity. Thing is, though, they just see it as a lifestyle choice, not an exclusive bio-sex obligation. Which is how it’s presented to, well, bio-men. As for the dancers being some kind of automatic fey individuals, the only career-pro dancer I know, from my neighborhood, hospitalized a remarkable number of guys, four or five, who jumped him behind a bar. Something about being able to lift another athlete over one’s head with one arm while balancing on your toes that makes it easy to do that. He didn’t feel great that he’d done it, but like a lot of us he’d been bullied as a kid and was kind of fed up with it. Oh yeah, and since he didn’t know the “rules” of “fighting like a man” he methodically dislocated their elbows, knees, and shoulders not until he “won” but until they stopped. What’s pathetic about it, and why I dwell on it, is what motivated them to assault him — not him being a “dancer” but them believing they had to “prove” their masculinity to each other lest they be suspected of lacking it. What. Ever. Thanks, Ozymandias. —fl]

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Dancers kick butt and are almost always in much better shape than anyone who goes “lolfags” at them.

One of the things that really brought home “we still need feminism” to me was looking at my best friend, imagining a guy as feminine as she was masculine, and figuring out that he would be lucky to be a social outcast as opposed to dead of a hate crime.

[Just remember it’s not about “extreme” cases where the differences are visible. It’s about how far people go to police themselves to stay non-visible. The clearest example for me was some TV sitcom with Jim Belushi in it and he’s sitting on a couch and, I think, realizes he’s sitting next to his wife’s purse. And he does everything except wet his pants in panic. In less exaggerated form that’s what “masculinity” and “femininity” does to people that bugs me. Until I realized how much homophobia hurts straight people like me I thought it was just a “oh those poor people” thing — but it’s not, it affects everybody. And that’s what I’m trying to get at, and mitigate. Thanks, Ozymandias. —fl]

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I am not sure that the definition of masculinity is in any threat except from those people who want to make it better or richer or more comfortable. It’s been around for some time already, and had no need to worry about it being empoverished.

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So, how would you define “masculinity”? Can you even define it? It’s a mighty slippery concept.

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Chartrand’s former partner “Harrison McCleod,” who is also a women, has a different take on things. In the comments section of another blog I found reference to an interesting remark hidden in the comments section here:
http://www.freelancewritinggigs.com/2009/12/do-male-bloggers-receive-more-respect/

Chatrand wasn’t a struggling Mum, she already owned two businesses.

“Men with Pens started as an experiment. Most of my ideas start out that way, with a simple “What if?” James and I had two businesses at the time and I posed the question “What if we presented one business as men? You think it would do better?”

The partner goes on to say that business had nothing to do with Chartrand or copywriting:

“Although James is a very talented writer, the ball didn’t start rolling until we put up our first redesign. After that, the graphics jobs started coming in fast and furious. And you know what? It had nothing to do with whether or not we were men or women. The work spoke for itself.

The partner wanted out but Chatrand wouldn’t have it.

“There were several times over the years where I suggested that we let go of the pen names. But James was the one calling the shots, and I abided by the rules of the game. Tell no one. And I didn’t. For many years. “

The “Men with Pens” website is drastically male because the two owners set out to create a caricature. It was nothing more than an experiment. In my opinion Charttrand didn’t hurt men as much as he portrayed an image of women as people who can’t be trusted.

[Woah, that’s interesting! I’ll definitely have to revise my post. Thanks! —fl]

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I have to say, I’d rather gouge out my eyes than read a mommy blog, but that’s because I don’t find the subject matter of child rearing interesting, being a child ambivalent single person, but instead of bitching about them existing, guess what I do? I just don’t read them. Gosh, the internet is HARD! :)

Regarding masculinity, while I definitely gravitate towards more “butch” guys (I don’t know how else to put it), I dated a guy who was a little less so for two years. Okay, a lot less so. When we started dating him, I teased him about having played the flute, maybe about a few other little things. But then I started reading some Katz and Kimmel, among other things, and I realized how stupid it was to categorize instruments by gender, let alone to mock someone because of it, and I apologized to him for calling his masculinity into question, even though I’d just been “teasing,” I felt bad and like, jeez, I should have known better anyway.

My brother was a pretty active kid, but he was very sensitive. I was more stoic, like my father, so I used to tease him about crying sometimes. I wasn’t too mean, but by the time he got into high school he was running late on puberty and he was sensitive, and he got just savaged by the guys at his school. He’s since become tall, broad-shouldered, and charming, but I sort of wonder sometimes if his guy-dude-bro front isn’t at the expense of that sometimes sweet and sensitive person I knew once. Sometimes it comes out, of course, but he’s buried it pretty deep, and, older and wiser, I think that’s a shame.

I think there are lots of kinds of ways to be masculine. I’m tired of it just sort of being anything not feminine. For an analogy, it’s like pegging or anal sex — if you’re doing it with a girl, it’s not gay. To me, masculinity is that — if you’re a man, and you’re doing it, I think it should be masculine. Hopefully that made sense :)

[Made sense to me, twg. And just to be clear there’s nothing at all wrong with being, or liking, guys who are butch. Or military. Or short and roly-poly. But as you say it’s not cool to tease them for what they’re not. Also “I sort of wonder sometimes if his guy-dude-bro front isn’t at the expense of that sometimes sweet and sensitive person I knew once.” Yup, that’s the most common consequence and the one I’m most worried about overall. If “masculinity” means “does what’s needed to avoid taunting,” and it very often does, then it means masculinity is amputating not freeing. Thanks! —fl]

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I tend to agree with you, but am conflicted as well. On the one hand, none of this would be an issue at all if we weren’t so very, very hung up on rigid gender distinctions – which as you show so well are “amputating.” It seems the one thing we absolutely must have an answer to is about gender. On the other hand, the pretense muddies the waters of any discussion about gender (and pen names, and creation of character, and even business ethics).

Aside from that, I’m still trying to get my head around the idea of anyone being “naturally” masculine or feminine. Without the cultural construction, who knows how anyone would be?

[“Without the cultural construction, who knows how anyone would be?” That’s my whole point! In any culture at any time in history I can have a chromosomal sex, a somatic sex, a psychological identity, a sexual orientation, a preference for partners, and a mode of sexual expression. At no point in history or culture can I point to a single, unifying, consistent, and most importantly exclusive to cis-male thingie and say there, that’s it, that’s masculinity. Not least because in most cultures as soon as too many people start embodying it insecure and/or elitist individuals start either altering or changing it till it’s exclusive again. Which puts it, incidentally, square into the same territory as “femininity,” which suffers from the same capriciousness. Thanks, Chris. —fl]

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The whole idea of “emo” as the obvious alternative to being stereotypically masculine, is for the most part nonsense. Very like labeling Alan Alda (smart but a very specific personality type) or worse Woody Allen (King Dork of the Universe) as “the new man”, “the sensitive guy” or something like that. In my experience there are loads of men who have “masculine” hobbies and interests, but don’t come across as “macho men” if you actually talk to them. For example the karate teacher (three time combat veteran as well) I had a teen, was the gentlest man I ever knew. But a lot of men who are emo rockers, hippies, and 60’s spiritual gurus, are macho assholes once you scratch the surface-and often their core gender attitudes are pretty backward. In my experience, there just isn’t much of a correlation.

[Bingo! And to the extent there is correlation there isn’t much in the way of causal links. (Compare what was considered “manly” to Alexander the Great vs. Rush Limbaugh. Limbaugh would have called Alexander a girly boy for crying, and a cripple for his torticollis and… Alexander would have taken one look at his “womanly” obesity and his shaven face and dismissed him as… well… a girly man.) Point being that except maybe at the abstract level of dismissing people who don’t fit the mode du jour there’s no standard of masculinity because… it’s just people making shit up. Thanks, Red. —fl]

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This week I dropped by my local semi-former dojo (I stopped attending classes due to maternity) with Little Foot to say hello and introduce her to the instructors. And one of the main instructors, who teaches the mightily butch kung fu in addition to the tai chi I studied with him, was all visibly melty over my adorable wee baby.

Of course, he’s the guy who pointed out that one way he’d learned to get correct form for one of the katas we were learning was to do it with a sleeping baby in a wrap, because the arms have to be yea far from the chest….

[Exactly! The thing is that it’s not an either/or thing! Otherwise you’d have to be all, well, he likes babies so that’s a feminine side, but he does karate, which is totally masculine, but he’s carried babies around in a wrap, so that’s definitely feminine, but he did karate while holding the baby so… Fuck that. Or you could just say he’s an experienced, well-rounded man who’s not too freaked out about being Teh Gay for caring for his son or daughter. Nice example, Dw3t-Hthr. —fl]

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I like it when people are human beings, rather than parodies.

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