It’s catalog season, don’tcha know. They’re arriving in droves in my mailbox—some from my favorite companies and some just hoping to ride the wave of the coming holiday consumerism. This week, I received a catalog from the Duluth Trading Company. The cover text caught my eye immediately, as I found it amusing: “Flannel Made Fetching.” In case we aren’t sure what this means, some subtext spells it out: “Free Swingin’ Flannel.” This, I like. Free Swingin’ Flannel.
In her book The End of Men, Hanna Rosin states that we no longer live in a patriarchy, and that the establishment of an American matriarchy is just a matter of time. Although Ms. Rosin does have some insights about the ways in which our culture is changing around gender, her definitions for both these terms are incorrect—which means that she misses the very clear signs that America is a thriving patriarchy.
In many books discussing media, culture, and sex, the same contradiction is highlighted: our media is becoming increasingly “pornified,” even as we judge and punish any woman who has sex for pleasure. These books then point out the tie that binds the contradictions—patriarchy. Patriarchy is all about a woman’s skirt: one hand is up the skirt while the other points a finger at how short it is. The hand up the skirt is about forbidden fruit, the sin of the body and the woman as vessel of sin, sex as dirty, guilty, violent male pleasure—and establishing male ownership of women. The hand pointing at the skirt is about the sin of the body and woman as flawed temptress, man as weak in the face of his own base lust—and establishing male ownership of women. What gets lost, on this side and on that, is the humanity of sex: connection.
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Whore. The word is a threat held over every woman’s head, a dark promise of what she will become if her sexuality is hers alone. Whore, every woman knows, is irredeemable—there is no coming back from it. Once a whore, always a whore. And if the woman should be a literal prostitute? Heaven help her, because no one on earth will. The word, though it hurts all women, hurts women of color most deeply, for imperialist patriarchy has chosen the non-white woman as the receptacle for its most virulent hatred, its most callous indifference. And this pain is not only metaphorical—it is brutally literal, as women the world over are sold into sex slavery. Adolescent girls are regularly taken for this purpose—a mother’s baby, stolen, raped, called a whore, and forgotten.