Here, Ethan of 6th or 7th laments the subjugation of women, as is his wont. Referring to a work by Joanna Russ, he observes that the survivors of a spaceship crash demonstrate their wrongness by forming breeding schedules in addition to constructing shelters and taking other actions ostensibly designed around long-term survival. Contesting the upper-middle-class western neoliberal theory of feminism, as this one is wont to do, is later characterized as a "defense of rape," ergo this continuation of thought.
The core issue discussed in the post, designed in the book by Russ to move feminists to emotion/action, is that the wicked (male, with female adherents) bureaucrats, in their attempt to perpetuate the species, institutionalize rape by requiring scheduled breedings so that there will later be offspring.
"Rape," as the common interpretation goes, tending generally toward wrongness, this one easily concludes that such a plan is not a good idea, or nice. As with most media- and academic-friendly pet causes in the west, however, the lay of Ethan is telling in how it (ironically? hypocritically? sadly? ignorantly?) exemplifies an expression of the underlying structure of the same antilife type of
model (standard patriarchy) that marginalizes/demonizes one group, then uses said bogeyman (sic) to justify vile behavior. Parsed:
(1) Absence of men. If society imposes a breeding requirement, and only the women are allowed to be Ethan's victims, it is, much like
Washington, D.C.'s holocaust museum, touched with an element of rightness (the women find themselves in an unfortunate position) but, more importantly, an indication of a more damaging blindness that affects the chosen victims as well as the ignored ones. For example, in the grand crusade for loudly expressing how unfortunate it is for the class [women who do not feel like breeding on schedule], other humans, and their non-conforming concerns, fade into the background: lesbian women; straight men who do not feel like breeding on schedule; gay men; impotent men; or male-presenting transvestites.
(2) The absence of classes [sapphic/ts/vanillamen] as allowable ideal victims, and the characterization of the breeding plan as something overarching that is resisted only/primarily by the main character (the cunning neoliberal upper-middle-class feminist hero who resists the overarching patriarchal society) has a built-in assumption about men. Namely, that men will all (or mostly, depending on the strength of the stereotype) want to breed with any woman they can get their genitals on as soon as they have the chance.
All men are, of course, mindless horndogs, unless they prove otherwise by talking about how great Betty Friedan is and agreeing that other men, who don't subscribe, are pro-rape. Though all knowledge of this stance (which is even recognized by
George Lucas) will be disavowed by the Secretary if caught and brought to scrutiny, this type of absurd attack is kith and kin to us-v-them structural models, which is why it often slips by the mouth-warden of people who otherwise present better after having learned in grad. school to cloak black and white in token gray.
(3) A deeper assumption about men lies beneath (2) above, bolstering it as (2) bolsters (1). While (2) suggests that men are horndogs who always want sex from vulnerable feminists, (3) suggests that men are this way because sex is, for them, always a good thing. More advanced feminist theory has evolved, as the model begins to fade, into acknowledging that feminism "harms men just as it harms women," but the tenets of the movement are still frequently employed as Ethan does, to suggest that men always find sex a positive, thus why they always want it from women, thus why the Joanna Russ situation is such a perfect example of women being exploited in tandem with everything else wrong with the world.
The penis, during the insertion, is, under Newtonian physics as well as uncommon sense, more vulnerable than the vagina, being that both parties to the standard variety of intercourse swap fluids, yet only one can experience utter inability to breed in the future based on the shaft rigidity of even the thickest male member being weaker than the leveraged pelvic bone of the female body during a misguided shift of the hips. Unless Russ' survivors also have full-body condoms a la
The Naked Gun, their forced breeding would involve skin-to-skin, which could be as unpleasant for a male forced into it as for a female, and would subject males to performance standards, the social mores of which require males to be rigid horndogs at the drop of a hat. Not Ethan's or Russ' concern, of course; the female who lies there weeping quietly to take it is, though miserable, a sweet, timid, chaste-at-heart heroine, while the male who exhibits the same behavior is a breeding failure, effeminate, and likely destined for a fate worse than rape. Or, if he's in prison, maybe rape
and a fate worse.
Exclusivity of violation, and blindness to the stereotypical male Other, is a hallmark of the
American grad. school white male feminism, which leads so many to lament so vigorously about naughty men and the unique and unmatched struggles of western women.
Which, regardless of quantity of devoted thesis text, cannot be a struggle greater and more important than
mass murder. Evils should not and cannot be properly "weighed" against one another--however, the realm of "should not" should not be allowed a place of concealment for motivations to claim status of "better suffering" on behalf of some of the comparatively luckiest, wealthiest people ever yet to dwell throughout this planet, under this sky. Or did you not notice the continued breaths, the computer, the clean residence, the hospital access, the available direct police line, the education, the supermarkets, and the likelihood of few drone assassinations in your neighborhood this month?
A Muslim immigrant denied a job by a Sarkozy voter in France has been wronged--but he has it better than his brother in the West Bank. His wrong deserves attention, but not sole attention. Neither does the attitude "this is but the greatest of many struggles that only face Muslims in this cruel world of ours" merit whole support. We are our sisters' and brothers' keepers.
That Frenchman, when he's beaten in jail the next winter, continues to have it "worse" (continue quoting "worse" below!) than Joe the Plumber, who continues to have it worse than Joanna the Harvard professor unfairly denied tenure, who continues to have it worse than Hillary Clinton being marginalized by corporate media for her femininity.
At each stage of the game, many uniquify their own struggles--either by stating outright that they're unique, or (more advanced) by connecting all the problems in the world to a system which institutionalizes unique discrimination toward a target victim group by a target oppressor group, which target victim group we just fall into ourselves. It tends to be unpopular to allow into the room the hundredth part of the forgotten sorrow and rage of the stolen nowhere children, which is why this one is rarely welcomed in the smoking rooms of the wealthy west.
Hillary, and Sarah, are right: they are being marginalized. Yes, Virginia, there is a particular brand of mistreatment employed against upper-middle-class western females. Along with everyone else. And yes, some Palestinians do occasionally lash out. But from our perch in the bosom of mighty, privileged Oceania, it smacks of a very sad kind of self-centeredness to cry so vigorously for our own smarts in the face of the remaining 99% of humanity.
This is the lubrication of the grindery's wheels: the fact that, at every stage of the current caste system, so many people tend to feel so uniquely about their own victimhood that self-consciousness becomes selfishness. If, in the lament for one's own miseries, one finds oneself expressing in a way that marginalizes a group of others, however deservedly, and deifies one set of experiences above another.
Even the power hungry elites are victims of their own models, harming themselves and their offspring, and scarring their souls. This one will go a step above your dirge for wealthy western women and remind the world that Dubya should be pitied. He felt real pain when he lost
Robin, and may never redevelop the capacity to feel that same human connection for those he had killed during his term.
The lacerates ran down my cheeks. Cry for Robin; cry for little George, who didn't understand, and the environmental toxins of industrial runoff that killed her, to which he ended up spending the rest of his life in sad, morbid service. If
that little angel had made it, maybe she would've been the one that called George on March 19, 2003, broke through to his heart, and saved so many. That's the problem with dead children--you never know what the world lost from their entire lives.
Break the dam, with its unfair and inadequate little pinprick pressure release valve, darn the torpedoes, and channel the core flow.