Showing posts with label femininity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label femininity. Show all posts

Thursday, November 5, 2015

One Approach To An Armistice In Our Social Wars

     Say, it’s Guy Fawkes Day, isn’t it? What better occasion on which to blow something up?


     I am of the opinion that just about any insult, slander, or epithet can be detoxified by a simple technique: embracing it. Thus, it troubles me not at all to be called a racist, sexist, lookist, ableist, homophobic, Islamophobic, et cetera ad nauseam infinitam. I smile and say, “So what? Does that hurt your bank balance any?”

     Of course, you must have a certain confidence in yourself to do this. You must believe yourself to be a worthy individual who can’t be harmed by verbal assaults on your dignity. You must also be willing to stand against such a tide no matter how loud or raucous it becomes. And of course, you must discriminate carefully between accusations about your opinions and imputations about your actions. The former may be withstood with sangfroid; the latter must be counterattacked immediately and with all your forces.

     Needless to say – though, in time-honored Fran Porretto fashion, I’ll say it anyway – this is not the conduct that prevails in our time. Decent men quail from every sort of accusation, largely because they fear that others will believe it. Should some of those others be employers, customers, or otherwise important to one’s well-being, and should they be similarly lily-livered, unpleasant consequences could ensue. Thus, the willingness to accuse others of all sorts of naughty attitudes has become the coin of the realm. This has been particularly important – and especially irritating to me – in the matter of relations between the sexes and the associated social pathologies of our era.

     Gavin McInnes has addressed an aspect of this in an interesting video:

     I’ll refrain from commenting on whether babysitters earn enough to rule our economy. What’s absolutely beyond dispute is the arrant cowardice of innumerable persons, some of them on the boards of directors of major corporations, before the “prepubescent girls” and their idiotic opinions. (Yes, some of those “prepubescent girls” are in their forties and fifties. Says something about the prevalence of arrested development in the human female, doesn’t it?)


     Today, via Instapundit, we have a counterexample to one of the darkest of the threads wrapped around our societies’ throats:

     Pablo Picasso's former lover has sparked outrage following her claims that fewer women would be raped in France if they just smiled at men.

     Francoise Gilot claims people should just embrace the 'eroticism of the streets' rather than taking offence or being worried....

     'If a man whistles at you and you smile, that oils the social wheels and eases the tension between the classes and sexes…It's a kind of give-and-take that acknowledges that the other person exists, so in that sense it's not treating another person as an object.

     'To take offence all the time makes every relationship disagreeable,' says Ms Gilot.

     'Each time a man says something to me, if I take it as an insult, then I'll be insulted several times a day by strangers I'll never see again…Whereas if I smile vaguely and go my way, it doesn't cost me very much,' she claims.

     Admirable! Refreshing! Benevolent and civilized! And bound to draw the ire of the “angry ugly girls” (God bless you, Duyen) to whom it constitutes the rankest heresy, a clear declaration of Miss Gilot’s “gender treason.”

     In point of fact, the “angry ugly girls” are mostly angry because men won’t whistle at them as they pass by. Damned few of the gender warriors are pleasing to the eye. At 93 years of age, Miss Gilot is infinitely more appealing than any of them, largely because of her carriage and her self-command.


     These past few years, a lot of pixels have been expended on concepts of “alpha males” and “beta males,” the latter term put into currency merely to denote those who don’t qualify for the former one. The “alpha” designation originated in the study of the behavior of pack animals. In a typical pack, there is usually a subgroup of “alphas” who do the pack’s hunting and fighting, protect its females, and generally assume its risks upon their own hides. The term was imported into contemporary horror and quasi-horror fantasy to denote the ruler of a pack of werewolves. “Alpha” status includes privileges as well as responsibilities; among other things, the pack’s females prefer them as mates.

     Though it’s somewhat variable in connotation, the “alpha” designation when applied to men seems to correlate with what I’ve promoted as the manly virtues:

     A man must learn "where the line is": the line that separates behavior that must be tolerated from behavior that must not be. He must be willing -- personally willing -- to fight in defense of the former and against the latter, though it might expose him to risk and cost him injury or death. He must be ready to swallow his distaste and protect the rights even of persons he finds repulsive, if they have harmed no other human being.

A man must learn proportionality and restraint. Biology has optimized the male body for purposive aggression, sudden acceleration and focused violence. These are not things to be deployed in their 200-proof strength against trivial or unworthy targets. A man doesn't kill the bounder who steals his parking space, his business idea, or his wife. Even a punch in the nose is excessive for infractions like these.

A man must learn never to shirk a freely contracted obligation. If you've said you'll do it, you do it. No excuses. Conversely, if you have failed to meet an obligation, you must admit to it and try to do better next time.

A man must learn not to whine about disappointments, reversals, or the ways of women. Especially about the ways of women. They're not men -- thank God -- and we can't fairly hold them to manly standards.

A man must learn reverence in the presence of the numinous. The fact that each of us is a part of an infinitely greater whole manifests itself in innumerable ways. Learning to let it in, to cherish it, and to use it to buttress oneself in times of darkness is critical to attaining the endurance the world expects from a man.

Last and most important, a man must transmit the manly virtues to his male children.

     Just as the manly virtues define the essence of respectable manhood, there are feminine virtues that define the essence of respectable womanhood:

  • Nurturance of a man;
  • Management of a household;
  • The skills demanded of a mother.

     A woman who lacks those virtues isn’t merely a marginal creature, unlikely to contribute constructively to her society; she’s a disruptive and destructive force. A fair number of such women infest our society today. Worse, they’ve wangled special legal privileges that no one deserves nor should be allowed. In consequence, young men are being taught to fear: especially, to fear women. Young women are being taught to resent: especially, to resent men.


     Teaching the manly virtues to his sons was once a father’s principal parental duty. Teaching the feminine virtues to her daughters was once a mother’s principal parental duty. I maintain that though the practice has deteriorated, the moral and social obligations of fathers and mothers have not.

     If the manly virtues are the qualifications for “alpha” status – and I can’t think of any better ones – then every man can aspire to that status. Indeed, for several decades all American men were regarded as alphas by the rest of the civilized world. The status was well deserved then, less so today.

     Am I proposing a return to “masculine roles” and “feminine roles” as practiced among our forebears? Why, yes: I am. They worked. They produced the country our social strife has come near to ruining. And despite the propaganda of the angry ugly girls, both men and women were far happier when they predominated.

     So here’s my prescription for an attenuation of our social wars:

  • To men: Be masculine men:
    • Learn the manly virtues.
    • Then live them – and ignore their detractors.
    • If you can’t or won’t, then have the decency to stay out of the way of the rest of us.
  • To women: Be feminine women:
    • Learn the feminine virtues.
    • Then live them – and appreciate masculine men as such.
    • Learn to be candid about what you want, and stoic if you fail to get it.
    • If you can’t or won’t, then shut the fuck up. You’ve already caused enough harm.

     That’s all. Where do you stand, Gentle Reader?

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Announcing The Formation Of A New Party

     “What’s this?” I hear you cry. “Has Porretto finally gone off the deep end? We have 82,573 parties in this country (by actual count) and not one of them is worth the powder it would take to blast it to flinders. But he wants to form another party?”

     Well, yes. But it won’t be a political party. And it won’t be a cocktail party, or a block party, or anything else that conjures up images of hats, hooters, and multicolored streamers. I intend that it be far more important than the former and a lot more constructive than the latter. Maybe more fun, too.

     This is in response, partly at least, to a note I got from longtime reader and correspondent Tim Turner, a.k.a. “furball.” (Whether he’s actually furry or not, I have no idea. This is the Internet, after all.) Rather than reproduce the whole thing here, I’ll give you the sentence that expresses the heart of it:

     I don't know much about God, but I'm really glad he gave us girls.

     Me too, Tim. Me too.

     But have you noticed, Gentle Reader, just how much acrimony feminists, homosexuals, and “transgender” activists have stirred up between the sexes of late? Stacy McCain has covered it extensively. The Washington Examiner’s Ashe Schow has also commented on it at length. And it’s really, really sad.

     It’s sad because of what Tim said above. And it’s not just us Y-chromosome bearers who think so. Hearken to one of pop music’s current crop of beauties:

     Now men are afraid to be men. […] They won’t be a gentleman because that makes them appear soft. That’s what we’re dealing with now, a hundred percent, and girls are settling for that, but I won’t. I will wait forever if I have to. That’s why I haven’t been having sex or even really seeing anybody.

     Being a masculine man is on the verge of being anathematized. Likewise being a feminine woman. And it’s all because of a tiny minority of idiots, perverts, and persons so mentally ill that less enlightened times would deem them candidates for a lobotomy.

     There are two sexes. Not three, six, seventeen, or twenty-three. Just two, and in case you’ve forgotten what they are, they’re:

  1. Male.
  2. Female.

     ...just as God made ‘em. And each can, should, and must find delight in the other. All else is madness.

     In recognition of which I hereby announce the formation of:

The Vive La Difference Party!

     This party will have no organizational structure. It will keep no membership rolls and collect no dues. It will hold no conventions, nor will it announce candidates for any office, high or low. And you will never, ever receive a funding solicitation from it, whether by email, snail mail, or smoke signal.

     Despite all of that, I invite you to join. Indeed, you may already be a member. The qualifications are as follows:

  • If you’re a man, you must be a masculine man who likes and appreciates feminine women.
  • If you’re a woman, you much be a feminine woman who likes and appreciates masculine men.

     If you’re anything else, this is not the party for you.

     Does any Gentle Reader of Liberty’s Torch, inarguably the #1 gathering place for the Web’s meshugganeh types, harbor any doubts about what it means to be a masculine man or a feminine woman? These are concepts Americans once absorbed osmotically from the air around us. No, gentlemen: you don’t have to be the reincarnation of John L. Sullivan. Nor need the ladies revert to elbow-length white gloves, whaleboned corsets and fainting couches (which were largely made necessary by the corsets).

     Be gentlemen. Be ladies. And let each sex display proper appreciation and regard for the virtues, strengths, and weaknesses of the other. For example, gentlemen:

  • Dress decorously.
  • Respect the rights of others.
  • Open and hold doors for all ladies.
  • Restrain vulgarities of language in mixed company.
  • Express our appreciation for female beauty in respectful terms.
  • Intervene to defend women from physical abuse by ungentlemanly men.
  • And of course, associate exclusively with other gentlemen and ladies.

     Similarly, ladies:

  • Dress decorously.
  • Respect the rights of others.
  • Restrain vulgarities of language in mixed company.
  • Gracefully accept gentlemen’s acts of appreciation and consideration.
  • Ignore the verbal emissions of louts and bounders.
  • Never act “catty.”
  • And of course, associate exclusively with other ladies and gentlemen.

     No, that’s not the entire litany, but it would make for a strong start.

Vive La Difference!

     Make it a rallying cry. Make it your personal credo.

     Perhaps I’ll go to Cafe Press with some sweatshirt designs. Yes, gentlemen and ladies can wear casual clothes. This isn’t the Victorian Era. I just want an end to ripped jeans and stained T-shirts, to pants whose waistband hangs around the knees, to flipflops anywhere but the beach or the shower, and to clothing that screams “let’s find a convenient hedge and get it on” to any passer-by with complementary coupling gear.

     Andrew Breitbart has told us that “culture is upstream from politics,” and indeed it is so. But “culture” isn’t just art, music, fiction, and other forms of entertainment. Culture is a personal commitment. You have a culture, as do I, and we proclaim it to the world whenever we’re in public.

     A culture of decorous deportment and mutual respect among ordinary individuals is upstream from all art, music, fiction, and other forms of entertainment. Masculine men and feminine women are the foundation of such a culture; no society worthy of the name is possible without them. Moreover, the sexes have always enjoyed one another most when the norms of gentlemanly and ladylike conduct prevailed. That American society no longer insists upon those norms is an ominous indicator for our future.

     Will you join?
     Have you joined already?
     Will you encourage others to join?
     Will you uphold and promote the Code of Conduct?

     Welcome to the Party.