Summary: There are already lots of animal names for women. The “cheetah” one may be foot in mouth tongue in cheek but the new carnivorous-animal euphemisms suggest men lie to themselves about their eagerness for sex.
So some bright young doodle, clearly auditioning for a job at Details in his post for The New York Observer, tried to introduce yet another new kind of desperate woman into the pantheon of cat names. This time the “Cougar’s Young Niece, the Cheetah.” By which, I think, he means single women who are interested in men so close to their own age no one would even blink if the man was the same number of years older.
The plucky, lucky young doodle (who, come to think of it might just be auditioning early for next year’s Bad Sex in Fiction, pseudo-journalism division) thinks this cheetah phenomenon, which he meticulously distinguishes from pumas, cougars, and (seriously!) saber-tooth tigers, is an unseemly catastrophe having to do with women who, in clear violation of Rule #1 actually want to have sex and want to have it with.
Anyway it’s all bullshit, and (as Echidne suggests, probably just a publicity draw since outrage tends to draw more links than not being stupid) not ordinarily worth linking to.
Except that in comments someone named Jinxedluck said
Sex should be fun. Stop making it icky.
Submitted by jinxedluck on Thu, 12/03/2009 – 16:17.When will men realize that if they stopped making women feel like shit for having sex, they’d get laid more? Shouldn’t this be a good thing for everyone?
Why do you feel the need to degrade women amongst your male friends? How about not making women regret ever having slept with you? You might even get a chance to sleep with her again if you actually respected her.
Perhaps you’re of the species (look, I can make animal references too) that is nice to women in person, then makes a mockery of her to your male friends? Icky. Really icky feeling.
More proof, if proof were needed, that the dominant, women as the “no-sex” class paradigm is primarily a phenomenon of men, not women.
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And can I just say here that the fact that these little pencilscribes are using large, carnivorous animal euphemisms because contrary stereotypes they’re not ravenous for sex with women they’re fucking terrified of it.
Men say they resent sexual scarcity but sweet mother of pearl some of us go out of our way to create it!
Update: Via Twitter Heather Corinna, who’s tired of the whole business of giving classes of women animal names anyway, what’s up with the general phenomenon. After a certain point you gotta confront that calling women chicks, bunnies, bevers, cows, bitches, sows denies or discards the possibility of peer relationships. You know that bit about radical propositions that women are people? The persistence of animal euphemisms suggests…?
I love that comment.
But then I went and read the article and like latinaloca there says, “Dana”, as depicted, isn’t a cheetah or any other kind of cat: she’s a serial rapist who specifically targets people when they’re drunk and unable to meaningfully give consent.
It’s still a great comment; it just doesn’t apply to Dana.
It’s very unclear from the article whether this is a truly predatory situation where the men were really helplessly drunk, or if they were just kinda sloshed.
Assuming they weren’t truly blacked out, the thing that bothers me the most was the whole “she thinks that she’s worthy of a relationship—talk about craaaaazy” aspect.
Not so the cheetah, who hopes that her victim will find something in her searching eyes when he rolls over the next morning, and will try to subtly guilt him into another round next time they meet: “Hey, where’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in so long.”
Well, why is it so insane to think that maybe he would want another round? Why is it pathetic to want to fuck a man more than once? Is wanting any relationship other than a one-night stand a sign of dangerous bunny-boiling obsession?
I guess it is when you’re fucking “above your station.”
The way it was described sounded very much like the guy was too drunk to even walk straight and was surprised when he woke to realise he’d had sex; I’d have no hesitation calling that rape if the genders were reversed.
Of course the story could have been embellished to paint the woman as more predatory than she really was; it’s certainly not like the author was trying to empathise with her. But then the story could have been invented entirely.
I dunno. But it (and that appalling movie 40 Days and 40 Nights) make me wonder if [a little] more female on male rape would show up in the statistics if men didn’t automatically dismiss all women who actively express an interest in sex as skanks. —Er, not saying that all women who express an interest are rapists! But if you dismiss them all as skanks then you lose the ability to make more important distinctions.
“[S]waying innocently…?” “[C]old, insinuating rain…?” Good heavens, that man writes like a 9th grader.
Assuming that “Dana” isn’t a made-up composite of behaviors that Morgan disapproves of, she is, indeed a rapist. Only…wait….men are supposed to be happy to have had sex they didn’t/couldn’t consent to because sex is so exquisitely rare and under normal circumstances must be so dearly bought that they should just be glad to get ANY....right?
The only person in that piece who seems to hate women as much as Morgan does is this “Angela.” I have a hard time even imaging a person out of whose mouth the phrase “...she’s hoping that her pussy’s still good enough to keep him” could come. I hope she’s just some really awful fabrication.
P.S.
I love the Southern-ness of the phrase “bright young doodle” as a euphemism for something along the lines of “dumbass.”
Of course, one could also take the article as a viewpoint of predatory female sexuality from the perspective of the men who are never the beneficiaries thereof, which was one reading at Pandagon. Not only can men never be raped, because all sex is good, but since “Rape is a compliment, u dumb bitch” (oft-ironized eww-phrase at Shakespeare’s Sister), what of the men who are unworthy of rape? I had the sinking feeling that the article was jealousy from the perspective of someone who always goes home alone…
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