an invitation to hate women
October 11, 2011 10 Comments
The following is quoted from Robert Jensen’s book Getting Off p 117-118.
“It’s hard not to go from these observations [about pornography] to a simple question: Do men hate women?
The question doesn’t suggest that every single man hates every single woman. Instead, we are asking whether there is something in the culture that makes woman-hating inviting. I don’t have an answer. But Bill Margold, a longtime pornography performer and producer with a reputation in the industry as a renegade willing to be blunt, does. Margold believes pornography is relatively harmless, but he also acknowledges an ugly side to the business. He doesn’t mince words in his analysis of what Stagliano called “a psychology which I don’t think is healthy.”
My whole reason for being in the Industry is to satisfy the desire of the men in the world who basically don’t much care for women and want to see the men in my Industry getting even with the women they couldn’t have when they were growing up. I strongly believe this and the Industry hates me for saying it… So we come on a woman’s face or somewhat brutalize her sexuality: we’re getting even for their lost dreams. I believe this. I’ve heard audiences cheer me when I do something foul on screen. When I’ve strangled a person or sodomized a person, or brutalized a person, the audience is cheering my action, and then when I’ve fulfilled my warped desire, the audience applauds.”
I’m getting burnt out reading about the pornography/prostitution industries lately. I think it’s time for a break from this topic soon, because it is one of the most difficult for me to face, as a woman.
The exceptionally hard fact is that the men in my life (and in yours) are using hard core, brutal, woman-hating pornography. Not every man uses it, and there are degrees of usage. But the majority of men use it, and don’t tell their partners. As one fellow put it to Hugo Schwyzer, “women go ballistic when you tell them the truth.”
In Jensen’s book, he relates a personal narrative. He states that after having done research on pornography (by watching it), he finds himself seeing women as objects for several days or weeks afterward. He tries to stay away from women during this time, because he needs to decompress (p 112-113). He recognizes this as a negative side effect of viewing the material.
If a researcher doing a project on porn has this reaction, how much more do the men using porn for their own satisfaction (and also orgasming to it) have this reaction?
That means that my boss, and the guy with the owl tattoo at the grocery store, and my brother, and the president, and the security guy in the hallway, and your instructor, your father-in-law, your kid’s coach, the Easter bunny at the mall, your partner, the bank teller, the plumber under your sink, your counselor… these men are using the type of degrading pornography that serves as anti-woman propaganda.
To borrow an idea, Shrodinger’s porn user is any man I meet during the course of the day. He’s turning in the form to me while thinking about the disgusting things he watched last night on his internet screen, or he’s the lost student who wonders while I give him directions whether I have the same haircut as the woman he fantasized about jizzing on this morning.
I don’t know which men are using it, and so all of them appear threatening to me.
This is the world we live in. These are the men who hate us.