Summary: An inquiry into gendered assumptions about nutrition and “manliness.”
Amanda Marcotte of Pandagon notes a conservative columnist, Debbie Schlussel, has taken up a banner raised by some actor, Jeremy Piven, who claims drinking a bunch of soy milk gave him “man boobs.” Soy being some kind proxy for liberalism or something, Schlussel tried to make some kind of ‘winger crusade out of it. Amanda took issue with the entire premise, pointing out that from photos it looks a lot like Piven’s just put on a little weight. Her conclusion?
...my theory on why Thanksgiving seemed like such a good idea for pushing the “anxious masculinity” button in conservative readers was this: after watching endless hours of strong, athletic men throw a ball around while unimaginably huge throngs of people cheer for them, a lot of dudes with masculinity issues start to feel a little insecure, and need a mean-spirited blonde to buck them up by telling them they don’t have “man boobs”, though I’m fairly certain many to most of them do. Because men put weight on there. It’s just a fact of life.
I mention this in part because Amanda’s point is grounded in entirely prosaic reality. But also because it nicely consolidates a curmudgeonly notion I was mulling over last night while doing some post-holiday cleanup.
Human beings, at least modern/civilized ones have a tendency to just worry endlessly about dumb stuff. I don’t know why but we do. My epiphany last night was that maybe men don’t have to worry about nutrition and diet so much because we keep ourselves too busy worrying about masculinity instead.
Given that humans are able to survive and thrive in more environments than even seagulls, rats, or roaches it doesn’t seem likely that there would really be such a thing as an ideal or optimum diet. Or that, even if there was it would be so fragile that failing to check the pH of your food or accidentally cooking something, or getting starch in it, or maybe getting meat in it will kill us dead, dead, dead.
Similarly, given that humans have managed reproduced in virtually every conceivable environment from salt deserts to arctic ice it seems extraordinarily unlikely that there’s such a thing as ideal or optimum “manliness.” Or that, even if there was it would be so fragile that supporting a losing team, or washing a dish, or drinking the wrong yeast poop, or touching your wife’s purse, or, I guess, drinking a soy latte could “unman” you.
Anyway, it’s a mistaken assumption in macho culture that worrying about diet or nutrition is an innate characteristic of women. Instead it’s a consequence of the absence of worrying about manliness… in the face of human being’s need to worry needlessly.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. At least till I get my blood sugar back up.
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Note to Jeremy Piven and Debbie Schlussel: One imagines Rush Limbaugh doesn’t even put soy sauce on his steaks, let alone eat drink soy milk or eat tofu. He nevertheless has “man boobs” the size of watermelons. Discuss.

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Bjørn Østman of Pleiotropy again
Aha! So this is what is constantly bugging me. Finally, here’s a book describing what I need to become a real man.
“In a time when everyone is looking for a bailout, headlines highlight John Edwards’ affair, and books detail A-Rod’s steroid use, what has happened to men of honor and integrity? Once upon a time, a real man fought for his country, treated women with respect, and was a hero to his children.”
Dare I say that one of them recently became president?
“‘The Ultimate Man’s Survival Guide’ explains how to fight off alligators, identify poisonous spiders, mix a perfect martini, and more. From tying a tourniquet to tying a bowtieâ€â€Miniter teaches men the skills, attitudes, and philosophies they need to be the Ultimate Man.”
It should come as no surprise that I got this ad in an email from a conservative group – the ideals of a real man fighting off alligators and tying a bowtie fit right in with that, while I myself have other ideals. Not that I disagree that those are nice things to be able to do (especially mixing the perfect Martini), but I fear that the philosophies that this ultimate man must adhere to are of the conservative kind.
I wonder how learning from a book how to be the ultimate man squares with being the ultimate man. Seems kind of sissy ass liberal to me.
Østman, an evolutionary biologist, blogs a lot about conflicts with Biblical creationism in both its raw and more sophisticated “Intelligent Design” forms. Another point he might have raised is that if as Creationists like to think the Earth is only 6,000 years old… that really wouldn’t have left a lot of opportunities for men to play with Bowie-knife-type weapons. As for bow ties? What. Ever.
Seriously, 101st Fighting Keyboarders fantasies notwithstanding, neither knife-fighting, alligator wrestling, nor bow-tie tying makes one an ultimate man. Not least because trying to describe, let alone aspire to be, the “ultimate man” is about as misguided as trying to describe the ultimate shade of blue or the ultimate note on a piano.
Not to sound too woo-woo or anything but when I was maybe 19 gourd-stoned future former hippie earnestly declaimed to me that in his opinion “we’re all born with a bag full of shit tied around our neck, and our ultimate goal before we die is to take as much shit as possible out of our bag without putting any of it in anyone else.” To the extent wrestling alligators or stirring (even I know better than to shake) martinis contributes to that ultimate goal of unfilling ones self with shit then good for them. Otherwise one wonders if the advice in such books might not produce the opposite result.
Carrie Dunn of The F-Word Blog points out a boxer with a big problem…
“I feel like a woman. I can’t stop crying. All that’s missing is a pair of tits.”
Ricky Hatton doesn’t seem to be taking his loss to Floyd Mayweather with particularly good grace. He does, however, have some very interesting ideas about gender characteristics, both physical and emotional, so credit to him for that.
What a waste! Years ago I read an anecdote in Herb Goldberg’s slightly flawed but pioneering “men’s consciousness” book The Hazards of Being Male: Surviving the Myth of Masculine Privilege that instantly changed my perspective. It’s worth repeating.
So there was famous Spanish matador who invited a group of men over to celebrate a particularly daring performance in the bullring. After dinner the matador got up, put on an apron, and began washing the dishes. When his friends looked askance at him and one of them worried aloud that washing dishes wasn’t exactly manly the matador roared with towering Castilian rage, “Unmanly? Everything I do is manly!“
Not to put to fine a point on it, or to over-press the manliness business, but the Greek king Alexander the Great, after conquering all the known world, cried because there were no more worlds to conquer. So it’s not exactly like men crying is exactly, well, unmanly. (While we’re at it, 200 years later the Ancient Roman general Julius Caesar so admired Alexander’s conquests that he cried himself when he saw a statue of him in Spain.)
Now it happens to be the case that everything men do is manly, and not just the limited range of things deemed “masculine.” And so it’s weird that Hatton would imagine anything he could do would be un-manly.
If he cares enough about his sport, about competition, about playing his best, about putting not just his heart but his medulla oblongata and isles of Langerhans into winning then… why wouldn’t he cry genuine, manly, salt-water tears when he loses?
And seriously, what kind of kick is Hatton on that he’s going to go insulting half of all humanity that way? As if it was even true! I mean you look at most women athletes and tell me often they cry after a big defeat. Pairs of tits and all?
The old Saturday Night Live skit character Jack Handy had an appropriate aphorism
It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.
I’m not laughing at Hatton but I gotta say I’m pretty disappointed. Not that he cried but that he couldn’t own it himself, and that while failing to own it he tried to put it on not just anyone else but half of everyone else.

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A semi-live-blogging review of Getting Off: (Pornography and the End of Masculinity) by Robert Jensen that I began here. See also here.
Chapter 3: “Where We Are Stuck”
Mostly a discussion of contemporary masculinity.
First, a couple or three scenarios outlining different effects of masculinity indoctrination: a macho-clouded confrontation in a bar; a Male-Answer-Syndrome confrontation at an academic setting; an exercise in reflexive “she has authority so she’s a bitch” misogyny. Well interpreted as attempted domination by a) force b) argumentativeness, c) insult.
Next, a nice set of distinctions between biological sexual identity (e.g. “male” and “female”) that’s based ultimately on chromosomes and the shape of reproductive organs (with an acknowledgement of ambiguity in a small percentage of individuals.) By biological he means “based on the material reality of who can potentially reproduce with whom. ... That is what typically is called ‘sex.’”
Beyond “sex” is “gender.” Gender is socially constructed and can include: assignment of social, political, or economic roles; expectations of different dress or behavior; and traits or “virtues” where one gender is expected to be aggressive and another to be “gentle.” For men the aggregate term for all this gender association is “masculinity.” For women it’s “femininity.”
Jensen goes further and says men are also stuck with a special characteristic called “manliness,” for which there really isn’t a counterpart for women.
Then he says that while he’s “fond of many human persons who are male … [he doesn’t] much care for men, manhood, or masculinity.” He obviously means he doesn’t care for those distinctions.
Now, given that those distinctions exist primarily as limits on men’s behavior (you can’t wear this, you mustn’t do that, it’s “unmanly” to think this other thing) then yeah, I don’t care for the murky layers of masculinity tradition has shellacked over the freedom of being male. (Heck, even inside the manliness tradition the idea that men should be afraid to do this or that for fear of being “unmanly” ought to grate intolerably!)
Jensen doesn’t mention it but I have to believe he also doesn’t care much for “women” or “femininity” since those too would be social constructs that drastically limit what real female human beings can be.
But back to manliness:
Jensen seems to think one key component of manliness is “the struggle for supremacy in interpersonal relationships and social situations” is strictly a manliness… meaning, presumably, that he believes women and “unmanly” men are innocent of such aspirations. And this is turning into my biggest issue with this guy — he’s clearly bright as a tack, and extremely well-intentioned, and I really really want to be able to just nod and smile, but then he comes up with these daffy assertions that make you wonder how much experience he’s got with non-male enterprises.
Another out-of-the-blue-ism: “No matter who is playing, [king of the hill] is a game of masculinity.” No, no matter who is playing, kind of the hill is a game of hierarchy, and yes, in a game with that objective there ultimately can only be one king of the hill and he or she is always subject to usurpation. But hierarchy and masculinity are neither identical nor inseparable.
After these non-sequiturs Jensen returns to the perfectly reasonable point that the pressures of masculinity certainly exacerbate competition with the result that to be successfully masculine is also to be isolated, paranoid, “broken and alone.”
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Next he says that, based on his experience, most people hold clear feminist values but of those most are reluctant to actually identify as feminist. One obstacle he perceives is that for many people being “feminist” means undermining established gender norms, especially masculine ones, and since that’s perceived as a threat to men most people don’t feel comfortable going there. Especially when addicts like Rush Limbaugh aggressively attack perceived threats.
I think you sort of have to define what “threat” means here. For instance, taking a page from the old, real, pre-MRA activism: it does no one a favor to fail to challenge a facade if it’s really so rotten that a few shed tears or a little responsibility or a little authentic generosity or a little less cheating with demands for “male prerogative and family wages” would bring it down.
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Near the end of the chapter Jensen again hits a patch of ice, trying to use the generally very solid work he’s doing on the very real issues of the limits the artifice of gender imposes on male and female humans for leverage into a problem he has with pornography.
“Pornography seems to shout out at us, crudely. ... But in reality, pornography speaks to men in a whisper. [saying] “...‘if you come into my world it will all be there, and it will all be easy.’”
He says pornography isn’t about sex but about reassurance that men are still men, that they can dominate women, that no matter how crass or crude, ugly or cruel, women will never call bullshit.
That I can handle, not least because I think it’s true. But then he skids with “But for most men, [porn] starts with the soft voice that speaks to our deepest fear: That we aren’t man enough.” And at this point my marginal note says “Huh? Are you mental?”
Because I hate to break it to you but the whole point of his analysis heretofore is that the problem with the “manliness” fetish is that everything fucking whispers… shouts even, that we’re not man enough. And not to put too fine a point on it, but everything out there from porn down to the lawnmower selection in the local Sears garden shop says “if you come into my world [manliness] will all be there and it will all be easy.” That’s the whole fucking point of advertising.
So yes. Let’s shout it from the rooftops: porn plays on mens inherently fragile, built-on-sand images of manliness and falsely makes problems that not only can it not keep nothing can keep them because the inherent premise of masculinity, as entirely distinct from male humanity, is inauthentic.
And having said that let’s follow it up with a big fat “so what?” Because so does an ad for The Gap and any declaration one can make about exploitation in porn can be declared, in spades, about our garment industry — from exploitation of children (why do we keep hearing about forced child labor year after year?) to insatiability (through most of history all but the very richest have had one garment for regular days and one for “Sundays”) to alienation from the main point (and we need to buy our clothes pre-worn-and-torn, with non-utility seams, pockets, and findings because…?) And trust me, I happened to pick The Gap completely at random and on the spur of the moment — virtually everything dealing with commerce and male humans either undermines or bolsters men’s fears about masculinity just as all virtually everything dealing with commerce and female humans plays up or plays upon fears about femininity. And we’re supposed to pick porn out as special because….?
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The main thing that’s coming through for me is that Jensen’s real purpose is to crawl out of the masculinity trap — a very real problem for men and boys that, frankly, kills way too many of us before we turn 30… ok, and after 30 too! The problem is he keeps acting as if destroying porn is the only or best way out instead of a way that worked for him.
And I don’t even think he’s wrong about industrial-style porn — most of it isn’t just “99% crap” in Ted Sturgeon’s famous phrasing it’s 75% sociopathic, worse-than-conservatism, hate-filled, spite-filled, powerless-rage-creating, unwanted pain-celebrating bullshit. The consumption of which is to libido satisfaction as seawater is to dehydration. And Lord knows that if he, like waaayyyy too many other kids had to rely on porn for his sexual education then yeah, that’s a huge problem too.
But at least as far as I’ve read his discussion of porn is way more flashy/noisy/button-pushy but less important than his myth-of-masculinity work. Which is a shame because guess what keeps getting everybody’s attention?
Again, live-blogging something like a book has its risks, not least the possibility that in later chapters the author will make clear what seems misguided now. (Another risk, of course, is that I reveal myself as talking through my hat, but hey, this is a blog and the contract says somewhere that we’re supposed to do that anyway.)
But at least so far the detours into porn are distracting from what ought to be the real point: if we really dealt with masculinity our problems with porn would probably take care of themselves, whereas if we dealt with porn our problems with masculinity would be almost entirely unaffected.