Showing posts with label broken window. Show all posts
Showing posts with label broken window. Show all posts

3.24.2007

How to fix a broken window

Time for post #3 in my ground breaking new series about Sex Metaphors. Today I'll be revisiting the one which actually inspired this whole thing. It's from this book which bemoans the fact that young women today are ruining their lives by screwing around instead of demanding a solid commitment from everyone they fuck. The quote, which is written in the form of a letter to mothers and daughters, goes like this:

Your body is your property. . . . Think about the first home you hope to
own. You wouldn't want someone to throw a rock through the front window, would
you?
No. I wouldn't want my body violently assaulted by someone, whether a stranger or otherwise. Thanks for allowing me the ownership of my own body by the way.. no thanks for deciding for me what equals a violation of my own property.

Yes, we know, there are women who slut around because they have a crave affection or attention, because their father didn't love them enough etc etc.. who are left feeling empty and used after such encounters, yes we know there are men who are shitheads, yes we know that women get pressured into things they don't want to do.... but that's now how it is for everyone.

Oh yes it is! Or so says our wise and all knowing author. You might think you're perfectly ok with the arrangement you have with your man friend, and in fact quite happy to be having sex without worrying about long term commitments, or you might be looking back on the days before you were in your current blissful relationship without any regret... but no! You're fooling yourself. You are distressed. You feel wretched. Stop telling me you're ok, I'm afraid your thoughts don't enter into it.. this is for the big people to decide.

If you sit here and let me tell you how terrible you really feel, and it's really quite unbecoming to let yourself be used as a human bouncing castle.. and eventually your distress will come out and you will feel shame. Then you will be cured.

2.20.2007

My house ain't even got any windows...

I read proper newspapers sometimes, or at least read parts of articles linked by the blogs I read, and a recent one is basically about how young people today are behaving disgracefully, or at least how the young female people today are being disgraceful and "hooking up", having sex and not particularly fussed about that "love" thing. Anyway my basic take on it is that most likely there are still some young people who have and want relationships, some that are having sex for fun because they don't want to get involved right now, some that don't want to get involved until they meet someone who they really want to be involved with, and certainly some people who are living whichever way they are for fucked up reasons which has certainly never happened before this current destructive generation, but for now I'm going to take it easy and guess that civilization will continue to exist for a few more years.

The author, Laura Session Stepp has written a book titled, UNHOOKED, How Young Women Pursue Sex, Delay Love, and Lose at Both which of course I haven't read, but I've read the review, and this is my favourite part:

In the final chapter, Stepp writes a letter to mothers and daughters, in
which she warns the girls: "Your body is your property.... Think about the
first home you hope to own. You wouldn't want someone to throw a rock through the front window, would you?"
I think I'm going to start a blog series on sex metaphors, that is "sex as something extracted from the female body" metaphors, because there are so many of them and they're so bloody bad. I'll give Ms Stepp some credit here, at least she considers women to be the owners of the property that is their body unlike some others, but that's all I'm giving her credit for. She seems very confused about the idea of casual sex between two willing participants. I think there are just some people who just can't seem to grasp the concept that sometimes women just want to fuck. It's an alien concept, and they think that if a woman has sex with someone before some magic time which signifies it's ok, (ranging from being married to having 2 dinners paid for you depending on who's talking) she's being used and abused. You couldn't possibly let her decide for herself that it's what she wants. No she must be lying, or confused, and every time she fucks without getting the ring or equivalent it's as bad as having the windows in your house broken, but with your body instead.

I have another house metaphor.
Your body is like your house right? You live alone in your house. One day you invite a friend over, you watch tv, have some beers, talk, listen to music a bit and have a really nice time. Your friend stays the night on the couch because they don't want to drive after drinking beer. The next day they go home, after helping you clean up a bit. Now how would you feel after that? Just how would you feel after having shared your "house" in that way?
Sounds awful. And then your mother comes over and rants at you for not being clean enough, and for letting people into your house to use it and disrespect it and almost forbids you from ever having anyone over again, it's for your own good. You tell her to fuck off because it's your house and you can do whatever you want there, and this is exactly the reason you moved out of home. She gets pissed off and leaves. You call about a week later and say sorry and you make up. But you get the idea.