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There are some things in life that are better defined by examples
than formulas. Masculinity is one of them. Whenever I've attempted a
dictionary-precise definition of masculinity, I've always tripped myself up
in endless qualifications and asides. So now instead I collect little
anecdotes to illustrate the concept to my liking. Here is one of my
favorites. One weekend last year I was at a well-known dance club in New York’s
Village with a girl friend from college. Two guys I knew from the area were
escorting us; we'll call them Timothy and Titus. At some point well into the
evening, while we were jumping and jiving in the middle of the dance floor,
a drunken stranger tried to, well, grope me. I wasted no time scooting over
to the other side of the circle, which naturally raised the boys' curiosity.
I explained myself. Titus promptly responded, "Do you want us to take him
outside and beat him up for you? I've always wanted to be able to defend a
woman like that." The punishment hardly fit the crime, so I declined his
offer. But my friend and I were wildly impressed. Neither of us in our lives
had met a guy willing to do that for us. What was more, Timothy was the one
hoping for a romantic entanglement, not Titus, so the latter stood nothing
to gain for his trouble. The story passed among my friends in short order
and every last one of them hinted, none too subtly, that they would sure
like to meet this man.
Maybe it is embarassingly retrograde to equate masculinity with a
proposal of physical aggression to solve a social infelicity. It would be
unwise, though, to turn a blind eye to the enthusiastic reception with which
this offer met among the women I know. Unwise also to ignore the fact that
this man had made it to his single mid-twenties with his sexual virtue still
intact. I had always known that female chastity and girl power went hand in
hand. After this incident I began to realize that male chastity and a
compelling, attractive masculinity weren't antithetical, either.
Of course, try telling that to a typical American teenage male, and
your pains will be met with laughter at best, if not outright derision. The
statistic is appalling: by the age of 19 years, 85% of American men have had
sex.(1) 30% will have done so by the age of 15, half by the age of 17. It is
reasonable to assume that these sexually active young men are not terribly
fearful about the state of their masculinity. On the whole, they are
considerably more fearful of something else. The number one reason for not
having sex among 16- to 21-year-olds is fear of disease (shortly followed by
the "not ready" reason - a dangerous rationale that can reverse itself in a
matter of seconds).
Fear of disease isn't a very good reason, though, and ultimately not
very convincing. For instance... I had a conversation this past summer with
my little brother, who is actually only little to me in terms of age -
otherwise he's about a foot taller than I am. Our conversation was about the
two most important topics in the world, religion and sex. My brother was
telling me that he insists on practicing the first now, but planned to save
the latter for marriage. I agreed it was a good policy. Then he mentioned
that he was kind of amazed that his friends didn't feel the same way. After
all, he said, there's such a high risk of pregnancy and disease. That's when
I started to get uneasy. The thing of it is, I have known an awful lot of
guys who have long since traded in the V card (so to speak) and no such
horrible fate has descended upon them. Of all the people I have known who
haven't waited, only the tiniest fraction of them has had to deal with
either pregnancy or disease. Most suffer little apparent harm, some hurt
maybe when the relationship ends, but new love does a nice job of covering
up old pain. An ethic based on the fear of traumatic physical consequences
will not last very long in the face of a few countervailing examples.
My brother and I ended up agreeing that there had to be more to it
than that. God's law just couldn't be so arbitrary, based on a few
statistical anomalies that at best work by negative reinforcement and at
worst send the persons concerned to the drugstore for not-so-reliable
supplies. There had to be some positive content to the "thou shalt not." The
positive content is bound to be more persuasive than its negative
counterpart, but ironically it isn't mentioned nearly as often, to the
detriment of struggling young men. Case in point. There was a guy I knew in
college whom several of us half-jokingly called the "Ungracious Virgin." He
was holding out because he knew it was right according to his so-called
"Sunday school morality." All the same, he resented his childish morality
and the God who gave it every step of the way, and so he never matured in his
understanding of the law. His fear was of the destructive, not instructive,
kind, and he deserves better. So for his sake and my brother's I have been
trying, a little paradoxically as a woman, to work my way through the
"problem" (some might say oxymoron) of male virginity.
For starters, it must be said that a healthy ethic of fear has its
place. But if the fear tactic is to be employed at all, the emphasis ought
to shift to the bad impact that premarital sex, sometimes even with the
fiancee, has on marriages. I've been absolutely staggered to hear one man
after another express excruciating regret over his fast and loose past once
he's met the woman of his dreams - this came through loud and clear in the
informal Boundless survey. The simple (and often denied) fact of the matter is that
sexual intercourse binds man to woman, and becoming unbound again is no more
possible for the man than it is for the woman. Man ends up carrying with him
to the binding vows of marriage all the other people he's been bound to
before. Worse yet, it is widely agreed that for men especially sexual
memories remain vivid for a very, very long time, regardless of one's
marital status. This will not appear to be much of a problem to the man who
says he expects very little of love and even less of marriage. But that is a
shaky and shallow excuse. It's funny how the idea of "the One" captivates
everybody, even the skeptics who try most vehemently to deny it. I'm sure we
all have seen a hardened cynic reduced to a state of embarassing, quivering,
sentimental infatuation and chuckled to ourselves at the irony of it all.
Most of the non-V guys I know (all of them, perhaps) still aspire to some
kind of everlasting love, even if they reject the "institution" of marriage
on principle, and keep looking, however doubtfully, for the one great love
of their lives. Meanwhile, their lifestyles methodically sabotage their
hopes and dreams. Marriage promises the love that is so ardently desired by
men, but conditionally - conditioned upon faithfulness not just during
marriage but before it too.
The logical question is, then, if men want this kind of love, why do
they jeopardize it by messing around so much? I, for one, am not at all
persuaded by the line of argument that claims guys are more compelled by
their hormones to promiscuity than women are. Whoever made that claim
obviously did not know any women very well and vastly underestimated the
power of sublimation for men and women alike. I think there's a little more
credence to the claim that men are not, as a rule, told by their societies
that their own virginity is worth preserving. Generally speaking, cultures
have always been more interested in female chastity than its male
counterpart. It may not be particularly fair, but it does make sense; after
all, women are the ones carrying the babies, and until very recently there
was no foolproof way to verify the father's identity. For our own culture,
where the stigma of promiscuity has nearly disappeared and the attendant
problems are treatable if not curable, I'd like to place blame on one
specific person. And the winner is none other than Hugh Hefner.
However it actually developed, and whatever latent social impulses
it picked up on, in the final analysis little has been so explicitly
destructive of male chastity in the past thirty years or so than the Playboy
philosophy. I would venture to guess that it has been altogether more
destructive for men than even the worst kind of feminism has been for women.
The message is simple and seductive, quietly pervading the national male
consciousness. Its veneer of respectability makes it particularly alluring;
the smooth Playboy lifestyle isn't crass like Hustler, for heaven's sake,
and the magazine always manages to have the best celebrity interviews. Very
clever. Even if they resist it or resent it, even if they never let their
eyes pass across a single issue, American men know that they are being
pressured to score as much as possible. The ideal foisted on them is one of
suave promiscuity, backed up by a blandly materialistic worldview. The trap
is baited with money. It is reinforced by all the things guys are likely to
get interested in: sports, vehicles and fraternities. The lure of luxury
effortlessly translates into the lure of womanflesh. One kind of lifestyle
naturally implies the other. The materialism of it allows men to shut down
their hearts without even noticing.
And that is where I see the most serious destruction. For every baby
born out of wedlock and every instance of STD, there must be ten times as
many men who have abandoned their claims to soul and spirit. A woman may
suffer more visibly from promiscuity in the social and physical penalties
she pays. But at the same time, if I may make such a sweeping gen(d)eralization,
a woman will stay attuned to her soul and hang on to her heart no matter how
damaged they get. Whereas a man, it seems to me, can much more easily ignore
that part of his being if not lose it altogether.
Since I started thinking hard about this issue, I've been paying
close attention to the non-V twentysomething men I know. Once I started
looking, I was surprised by what I found. I saw imperfectly concealed
sadness, the eyes of little boys who had slept their way out of childhood
and family, who never found a way into a new family with children of their
own to reclaim the innocence that they'd had to forsake. I saw these men
looking at virgin women with envy - not lust! - at what these lucky girls
still had: not a sexual status, but a lightness of heart that is the
companion of sexual innocence. Some of these men, I think, hoped to recover
the lightheartedness from sheer proximity to virgin women, even while they
despaired of ever deserving such a woman for themselves. At other times,
their own suppressed despair prompted them to turn on their chaste buddies,
unconsciously harassing them into submission (misery loves company). In my
own personal encounters with these men, I have often had the startling
feeling of being a lot more grown up than they were. Their post-chaste
problem refuses to be ignored. Sexuality grips the imagination so because
life and death are wrapped up in it. Rightly fulfilled, it creates humanity
in both the lovers and their children. Abused, it kills not only physically
but spiritually as well.
And now look at the fallout. These poor men (yes, please pity them;
we are a people of repentance and forgiveness) who bought into the Hefner
philosophy were gypped out of their manhood. No one ever taught them the
meaning of masculinity. No one ever challenged their foolish, boyish ways
and forced them to prove that they were really men. No one even cared if
they grew up to be men at all. At best they sensed a choice between two
false models: one in which manhood was defined by aggressive sexual
behavior, high income and mood-altering substances, the other in which
anything stereotypically male (strength, protectiveness, daring,
competitiveness, authority) has been deemed rude, crude and socially
unacceptable. Given that the later is more of a non-option than anything
else, it's not surprising that most men have gone for the former, even if
they have modified it to fit some inkling of morality they may have ("it's
okay if she says so," "it's okay if I love her," etc.). I even wonder if the
rise of male homosexual activity in our country isn't somehow linked to a
search for real manhood and real danger.
It would help to sort out from the usual cliches about "men-and-sex vs. women-and-love" the genuine intuition about what makes male sexuality
distinctly male. Everyone has heard the cliches that say, when it comes to sexual retationships, women focus on the intimacy part and men focus on the physical part. But what really makes male sexuality distinctly male? Maybe it can be stated like this. Female sexuality is specific. Women rarely want sex-in-general: their passion is focused on one with whom the sex is desired. Commitment is inherent in female sexuality, no doubt in large part for biological reasons. The question for women is who the lucky
winner will be. And the problem is avoiding bad or too early or serial commitments. But male sexuality isn't like that, perhaps again for biological reasons. It is naturally unfocused and amorphous. It is a challenge for men to focus desire onto one person, one woman, one life partner. Herein the culmination of sexual adulthood for men is found. If men engage in too-early-sex or pre-wife promiscuity, not only is true sexual adulthood subverted, but a crucial challenge to the man — an essential test of his masculinity — is lost or failed, all too often in the supposed pursuit of masculinity itself. Promiscuity undermines masculinity. Fatherhood perfects it.
But if this challenge to men is going to stand, we as a culture have
to stop being afraid of masculinity. Certainly we must condemn that which is
bad or perverted masculinity (machismo, for instance)
but we dare not lose the good and true masculinity along with it. My family
has a story that illustrates this beautifully. Many many years ago when my
great-grandparents were first married (in the 1920s or ‘30s) they
got into an awful fight. My great-grandpa lost his temper and hit my
great-grandma for the first time ever. With that the fight ended, because my
great-grandma turned away and refused to speak to her husband for the next
three days. Finally, on the third day, he got down on his knees before her
and begged for her forgiveness, which she granted, and he never hit her
again.
In some ways it is a shocking story - I certainly was shocked the
first time I heard it. But look at what is going on under the surface. This
working-class Christian man learned for himself that violence towards his
own wife was a sign of weakness and not strength, infidelity and not marital
prerogative. As her husband he was called to serve and protect her, not
dominate and hurt her. And he learned powerfully the depth of her love and
faithfulness towards him because she was willing to forgive an ugly sin when
he came to her in repentance. My great-grandfather was a physically powerful
man, but through that story we have always understood that his greatest
strength was in his humble apology.
The time has come to reconnect masculinity and morality. They have
been severed from one another far too long. Morality is never persuasive
until you can show what it's for. It has to point to something higher and
better or else it becomes sheer social utility. If women should be aiming
for a "cartel of virtue" (to use Wendy Shalit's words), then men, as a whole
and not just in tiny pockets, should aim for an "alliance of valor." Valor is
the marriage of masculinity and morality, the cultivation of the highest and
best way for men. Giving in to lust and money and cultural pressures is just
so easy. Winning the heart of a good woman, raising a child to love and fear
the Lord, and contributing to a worthy vocation are not so easy. But they
are the signs of a real man.
1. This statistic and others are taken from the research of the Alan Guttmacher Institute at www.agi-usa.org.
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