the woman problem

feminist cultural criticism and other provocations

10.13.2006

Addendum

It has been brought to my attention that not everyone is privy to the conservative rantings that are only available on Times Select. Here is the text of David Brooks' column, for all to enjoy!

A Tear In Our Fabric

By DAVID BROOKS

Published: October 5, 2006

This is a tale of two predators. The first is a congressman who befriended teenage pages. He sent them cajoling instant messages asking them to describe their sexual habits, so he could get his jollies.

The second is a secretary, who invited a 13-year-old girl from her neighborhood into her car and kissed her. Then she invited the girl up to her apartment, gave her some vodka, took off her underwear and gave her a satin teddy to wear.

Then she had sex with the girl, which was interrupted when the girl's mother called. Then she made the girl masturbate in front of her and taught her some new techniques.

The first predator, of course, is Mark Foley, the Florida congressman. The second predator is a character in Eve Ensler's play, ''The Vagina Monologues.''

Foley is now universally reviled. But the Ensler play, which depicts the secretary's affair with the 13-year-old as a glorious awakening, is revered. In the original version of the play, the under-age girl declares, ''I say, if it was a rape, it was a good rape, then, a rape that turned my [vagina] into a kind of heaven.'' When I saw Ensler perform the play several years ago in New York, everyone roared in approval. Ensler has since changed the girl's age to 16 -- the age of Foley's pages -- and audiences still embrace the play and that scene at colleges and in theaters around the world.

But why is one sexual predator despised and the other celebrated?

The first and obvious reason is that male predators are more disturbing than female predators. But the second and more important reason is that they exist in different moral universes.

Ensler's audiences are reacting to the exuberant voice of the young girl, who narrates the scene. They're embracing -- at least in the fantasy world of the theater -- a moral code that's been called expressive individualism. Under this code, the core mission of life is to throw off the shackles of social convention and to embark on a journey of self-discovery. Behavior is not wrong if it feels good and doesn't hurt anybody else. Sex is not wrong so long as it is done by mutual consent.

By the rules of expressive individualism, Ensler's characters did nothing wrong. They performed an act that was mutually pleasurable and fulfilling.

This code dominated cosmopolitan culture during the 1970's and 1980's. When Congressman Gerry Studds was censured in 1983 for his relationship with a 17-year-old page, he argued that the sex was consensual, and he was re-elected several more times.

But there's another and older code, and people seem to be returning to this older code to judge Mark Foley. Under this older code, we are defined not by our individual choices but by our social roles.

Under this code, when an adult seduces a child, it tears the social fabric that joins all adults and all children. When a congressman flirts with a page, it tears the social trust that undergirds the entire page program. When an adult seduces a teenager, it ruptures the teenagers' bond with his family, and harms the bonds joining all families.

This older code emphasizes not so much individual exploration as social ecology. It's based on the idea that people are primarily shaped by the moral order around them, which is engraved upon their minds via a million events and habits. Individuals are not defined by their lifestyle preferences but by their social functions as parents, job-holders and citizens, and the way they contribute to the shared moral order.

In this view, the social fabric is a precious thing, always in danger. And what Foley, and the character in the Ensler play, did was wrong, consent or no consent, because of the effects on the wider ecology.

In discussing the Foley case, the political class, with its unerring instinct for the aspect of any story that will be the least important to average Americans, has shifted attention from Foley's act to Denny Hastert's oversight of it. It has fled morality to talk about management.

But the real import of the Foley story is Foley's act itself. In a country filled with parents looking for a way to raise their children in a morally disordered environment, Foley's act is just one more symptom of a contagious disease.

In the long run, the party that benefits from events like the Foley scandal will be the party that defines the core threats to the social fabric, and emerges as the most ardent champion of moral authority.


10.06.2006

Well it’s that time of the year again. Is it just me or does election season always seem to spawn a sex scandal? Of course, it’s not the sexiest of sex scandals (the transcription of the AIM conversation makes the dialogue in adult films sound positively inspired). Still, even for a cyber-scandal, I would expect a little more in terms of moral panic. No one is calling for AIM to be banned. No one is demanding a stop to the child exploitation of pages everywhere. Of course, the Democrats are obviously too busy trying to figure out how to unseat Dennis Hastert and the Republicans can’t risk injuring their own party.

Which leaves it to NYT columnist David Brooks to bring us back to our senses, to defend America’s social fabric, to champion moral authority. And deliver a quick kick in the clitoris to Eve Ensler and lesbian sexual awakening in general in his Op-Ed column yesterday.

Brooks compares Congressman Foley to a character in the Vagina Monologues – a secretary who has a sexual relationship with a 13 year-old girl. Why, asks Brooks, “is one sexual predator despised and the other celebrated?” Good question. Or, to put it in a different way, why are some people characterized as sexual predators at all?

In fact, Brooks is the only one calling the Vagina Monologues character a sexual predator. He seems baffled as to how the narrator of the story can recall the experience as positive – even “glorious.” She is quoted as saying, “I say, if it was a rape, it was a good rape, then, a rape that turned my [vagina] into a kind of heaven.” In using this to characterize the older woman in the story as a sexual predator, Brooks completely misses the point. The narrator’s use of the term “rape” here is an acknowledgment of the illicit nature of the relationship as defined by statutory rape laws and is a complete refutation of these same laws. There is of course no such thing as a “good rape” – which might lead some (not Brooks, evidently) to question the effects of age of consent laws on sexual freedom.

But Brooks isn’t interested in sexual freedom. He is primarily interested in “shared moral order.” And any violation of one individual’s social role threatens to jeopardize his entire moral order.

“In this view, the social fabric is a precious thing, always in danger. And what Foley, and the character in the Ensler play, did was wrong, consent or no consent, because of the effects on the wider ecology.”
For those of us interested in unraveling the so-called social fabric, this statement is surprisingly useful. We’ve been grasping at straws trying to come up with radical new ways to disrupt the moral order, and it turns out that a Republican congressman beat us to it!

For your convenience, I have created a handy guide to breaking David Brooks’ moral code:
1. Avoid taking on social roles whenever possible. (Role-playing, however, is encouraged.)
2. If you are unable to avoid a social role, make individual choices that conflict with that role.
3. Make sure that all “lifestyle preferences” include “mutually pleasurable and fulfilling” acts.
4. Do not under any circumstances “contribute to the shared moral order.”
5. This includes voting for the political party that “defines the core threats to the social fabric, and emerges as the most ardent champion of moral authority.”


Meanwhile, if anyone has contact information for the secretary in that story, please let me know.