I can’t remember how I learned about the “Seduction Community” or “pick up artists”, but I do remember my reaction…
If even just 10% of the guys out there who had trouble getting chicks the way they want read this site, and made use of the materials, understood the attitudes, etc., not only would they significantly improve their lives and the lives of the chicks they interact with, they’d also cause a “shift” in many chicks on this side of the world to realize they must improve themselves (lose weight, get better attitudes, stop playing games) in order to have a better chance to get a quality male. Because most guys, once they know this stuff, raise the standard they are willing to accept from chicks, and disregard chicks that aren’t up to par. That means goodbye teases, bitches, fatties, psychos, and manipulators. Bye bye. Hello stable, secure, good-looking, nice chicks who aim to please REAL MEN in their lives.
..and that quiet, decorous, rational reaction was,
WHAT THE FUCK?
If you get past the part where the author is just doing the Lord’s work, y’all – trying to get women of the world “to realize they must improve themselves (lose weight, get better attitudes, stop playing games) in order to have a better chance to get a quality male” – then this screed might be a touch inflammatory to those of us on the double-X side of the fence.
(Gawd, I kinda hope it upsets a lot of you on the XY side of the fence, too.)
(side note: I find the “stop playing games” part wildly amusing and ironic.)
I mean, where to start, exactly? With the contempt he shows women – especially women who don’t conform to his vision of beauty?
(Because what’s the point of women, really, if we aren’t pretty, thin, heterosexual, docile and infected with the disease-to-please?)
Nah. That’s not really unique to a pick-up artist. That’s our society, writ large.
(I think this is why it takes women thirty-five years to even start to unlearn this stuff. Because it is everywhere.)
Let’s talk about the intent of a pick up artist (or at least, the intent of this particular site’s authors):
The overall point is that, outside of arrangements like marriage, only 20% of the men lay 80% of the women. You either want to be in the that 20% or not. And, unless you’re already a natural at it, you’ll need to learn what it takes to get you there. That’s what this web site is for.
1. I would really like to see the research supporting this fact.
2. So now we’ve got two things. Blatant misogyny, idealization of a narrow sliver of female humanity, and a naked urge to have sex with as many of the pre-approved (HBs or “hot babes” or “hot bitches”), socially-acceptable ones as possible.
3. Again, this is not new or unique to the Seduction Community.
So although all of this upsets me wildly, I’ve written lots of papers pulling apart the dynamic of sexism and this is just part-and-parcel of living in our society. It is ugly. I hate it. But isn’t novel and these guys didn’t invent it.
What these guys did invent – or at least name and practice and preach – is The Neg:
Imagine a guy comes along and says “nice nails. are they real??” she will have to concede, “no. acrylic.” and he says (like he didn’t notice it was a put down “oh. (pause) well I guess they still LOOK good.” Then he turns his back to her. What does this do to her? Well, he didn’t treat her like shit and INSULT her. He complimented her but the result was to target her insecurity…
You didn’t take her shit. OH, and when she asked you for a beer, you said, ” no. I don’t buy girls drinks. but you can buy ME one”. You are qualifying HER now. If she buys you a beer, this is symbolic of her RESPECT for you…
A NEG HIT is a qualifier. The girl is FAILING to meet your high expectations. It’s not an insult, just a judgement call on your part. The better looking the girl, the more aggressive you must be with using neg hits. A 10 can get 3 neg hits up front, while an 8 only 1 or 2 over a longer time. You CAN go overboard if they think you are BETTER than them You can drop the self-esteem right from under them (just like most 10s do to guys) and this isn’t good. You have to get as close to the breaking point as you can without crossing the line. Once you have gotten her RIGHT THERE, you can start appreciating things about her (NEVER LOOKS). There is a mutual RESPECT now. Something most guys never get from the girl.
This is how you remove a bitch shield. 3 neg hits oughta do it within 2 or 3 minutes of neutral chat. Once it is down, you can from a mutual respect place, seduce her.”
(That is from Mystery – the dude with the show on VH1.)
So this is the kind of advice that makes me deeply unhappy with the world we live in. Insulting a person – sort of – until they respect you. Making her insecure so she’ll want to prove her worth, sexually.
But you know what? Putting myself in the shoes of both the man and the woman, here, I’d say this probably works.
I know it works. Let’s say we call the ‘neg’ a backhanded compliment. I don’t hang out in bars or have acrylic nails, so this particular scenario might be about ten years too young for me, but BIG SECRET: I actually love that kind of stuff. I like a guy who is cocky but funny and not afraid to say something unexpected – and who doesn’t make me feel responsible for entertaining him by looking at me with puppy dog eyes while his tail wags expectantly.
I like self-possessed. I like witty. I like a guy who doesn’t kiss my ass unless asked. I don’t, however, like disrespect or a deliberate attempt to structure our interactions so that you’ve got the upper hand and I’ve got to earn your attention.
(I will note, however, that while this stuff might work, initially, these techniques are kind of like a resume and an interview in a job search: they get you in the door. Once you’ve got the job, and want to keep the job, and do the job well, an entirely different set of skills are required.)
All of this is to say that I, personally, like “cocky but funny” – and cocky and funny is pretty much the Pick Up Artist’s playbook.
Now, since I realized this and read up on it, whenever I encounter a guy running cocky-but-funny on me, I wonder about it.
I once asked a guy – a witty Brit – who had cocky-but-funny all nailed down, if he’d ever heard of the seduction community or read The Game.
Looooooooooooooooooooong pause.
“No.”
Yeahfuckingright.
~
Now, to be fair, what I just quoted is the absolute worst of the community, but it is also what ranks highest in searches (thanks, Google!) and so, presumably, is some of the most popular, “authoritative” (and we all know my issues with that word) stuff available.
Still – as Brad Bollenbach wrote about his experience with pick up (he’s not okay with the rampant misogyny in the community, either) - in the Seduction Community, as in pretty much every sphere of life, Sturgeon’s Law applies: 90% of everything is crap.
The mainstream pick up community is pretty fucking awful, in my opinion. But if you dig in, you’ll find all kinds of examples of people engaging with human interaction, psychology, dating, and ethics in really interesting, intelligent and soulful ways.
~
So, when I started learning about The Seduction Community and techniques practised by pick up artists, I had pretty strong and intensely negative feelings about it.
Truth is, though, I recognized these techniques.
I have looked at a man, smiled wide, and said, “That shirt looks awful. I don’t like it at all. You don’t look hot and it doesn’t make me want to kiss you. Not even a little bit.” And then kissed him.
I say things just to surprise. I absolutely wear hot shoes or big bold jewelry and people do talk to me about it and that’s probably the point. I set hurdles for you to clear so it will be clear to me whether or not you’re interested in me. I understand that my appearance is telegraphing a message. I tell a story with my body language. My mission in life is to make you laugh because when you laugh, you’re comfortable, and when you’re comfortable, you like me, and of course I want you to like me. I hope you like me.
And with all of that, I’m essentially doing what PUAs teach their acolytes. I just don’t name them or think much about them. They’re instinct. For me. Because I’m a woman and a flirt.
holyshitnewsflash: PUAs are teaching men how to be attractive to women using the techniques usually employed by …women.
Is this true?
I googled it. Apparently it is common knowledge in the Seduction Community that the teachers derived their techniques by modeling women.
Implicitly, they’re acknowledging that women control the initial game.
So the techniques I’m having a reaction to – that I think are manipulative and gross and sexist and exploitative – come from women.
In the Seduction Community, men learn how to attract women by observing how women attract men and then use those same techniques on women so that men can attract women.
And women – like me – get all pissy about it and say that’s manipulative, exploitative, controlling. And dude, that’s my territory. Getoffamylawn.
You know those shells that fold inside themselves? We’ve just gone fractal.
~
Still, we can’t get away from the misogyny. In addition to the negs – which, to be fair, not all PUAs endorse – we’ve got a whole lot of talk about punishment:
Have your rules. Tell the chick – and they’re always chicks, unless they’re HBs – the rules, and punish her if she violates them. Take your attention away. Slight her. Stand her up. Drop her.
Because women don’t already have enough rules to follow or enough people telling us how to behave. Now we need some guy in a bar or a bookstore or a coffeeshop dominating us in exchange for a $4 latte and some truly high-priced male validation.
This kind of ”punishing” the “target” – the practice and the language itself - is common to both The Seduction Community and heterosexual pornography, and the overlap, I argue, is no coincidence.
Ask Sam Benjamin.
Sam Benjamin is a self-professed “Ivy League Pornographer” who wrote a piece called “Shoot: The Education and Evolution of a Pornographer“ in which he compared his experiences shooting mainstream heterosexual porn and gay porn.
Sam Benjamin is heterosexual; shooting heterosexual porn turned him on; but he had to quit because it was just so damn awful. Despite his best intentions, the heterosexual porn he was shooting was about punishing women. So he quit.
And then he was broke and asked for his job back. It had been filled but there was a spot available filming gay porn – was he interested? Initially, he was hesitant and even a little intimidated, but to his surprise he found that
gay porn was so goddamn simple that it approached a type of Zen beauty. I mean, this was guys taking on guys, in every shape and form imaginable, for the most part in good humor and absent-minded lust. They may have stuck to roles of “tops” and “bottoms,” but in the dressing room, we all seemed equals, on the same team…
… I’m saddened to think that the only path to the absence of hostility and anger in porn is to remove women from the equation. It doesn’t bode well, especially for a world in which men and women must continue to co-exist. In the first half of my porn-life, I lived inside of a world where it almost seemed like an entire gender was being denigrated, like that was the whole point—where very young women were choked and slapped and written-on with lipstick, simply for the crime, it seemed, of being a woman. You should have slept with me, seemed to be the unspoken message. Now see what I have to do to you.
I think Sam Benjamin is on to something.
You should have slept with me, seemed to be the unspoken message. Now see what I have to do to you.
Let’s think about this: according to Neil Strauss, as many as 70% of the guys who start studying the art of pick up are just geeky guys who aren’t very comfortable – or successful – with women. They’re not getting laid and they’re not happy.
You should have slept with me, seemed to be the unspoken message. Now see what I have to do to you.
I’m repeating this point for a reason. Maybe some of the misogyny in the pick up community is the result of a whole lot of guys working through their collective resentment that pussy isn’t tap-water.
You know what?
Women do this too.
We get frustrated when we’re not getting what we want. I know you know what you’ll hear on this party-line: There are no available heterosexual men. They’re all taken, married, gay, dating teenagers, or playing Warcraft. Or, if you do manage to find one to date, he’s probably an inexpressive, emotionally-repressed, sex-crazed, commitment-phobe who not-so-secretly wishes you looked more like Megan Fox and less like, well, you. They all do.
It is the drumbeat that underlines girls-night-out conversations.
But that’s not sisterhood. That’s misandry.
~
Dirty secret: We – the sistas – and I’m talking ONLY about myself and my real-life friends and sisters here, not The Feminist Community with which I express my affiliation but cannot Speak For – often construct our “independence” and don’t-need-a-man-ness (even though most of us are married and are now, or have been, completely financially dependant on a man) and divine feminine connection with each other on the back of man-bashing.
No, you’re awesome, honey. He just can’t see it. He’s a bastard. They all are. That’s why we’re so awesome. Thank goodness for girlfriends. Otherwise we’d have to rely on them.
~
If that kind of talk is a two-martini girl-bonding Friday night for me, why am I so shocked when I encounter misogyny in the Seduction Community?
This kind of misogny and misandry – the kind that collapses The Other into a caricature – is a burlesque. We parody and mock The Other in order to defuse the power they have over us.
Because sexuality, and sexual love, is primal, spiritual stuff. It is dangerous and divine. We can harm or heal each other, and most often, we do both.
So, in heterosexual, binary-gendered, conventional world – which is to say, my suburban milieu – groups of heterosexual women get together to bitch about men so that men are less threatening to our hearts and heads. Groups of men get together to figure out a way to manage women so that women are less threatening to their heads and hearts. And then we all go home and drunk-dial our exes.
~
In a way, what the Seduction Community is doing is no different than say, The Cult of Sex and The City. (And it is a cult. I believe, I believe.) We’re all trying to understand each other while getting the upper hand so we can get what we want and not get hurt.
So maybe the dehumanizing – the misogyny and misandry – by both camps of both camps is the same thing. Maybe.
Or maybe it is not the same thing.
Misogyny scares me and for good reason. It has very real social consequences: rape, assault, abuse, inegalitarian and spirit-snuffing romantic entanglements, The Beauty Myth, and $0.72 on the dollar.
So a group of men getting together to scheme about how to make women do their bidding while referring to them as targets and valuing them exclusively in terms of their attractiveness: yeah, that’s pretty fucking terrifying.
Still, there are two parts here:
The social. The Seduction Community both reflects and reifies the misogyny of our culture. In other words, that shit comes from somewhere. The Seduction Community’s (sometimes) fucked-up attitudes about women come from our society’s fucked-up attitudes about women.
The personal. Some smart but socially awkward guys just want to find a way to connect with women, get confident in their company, and maybe even get a girlfriend. And that – well that’s pretty damn sweet.
________________
this 2,700+ words is about a third of the essay. There’s way more and I’ll post the rest this week.
And please play nice in the comments. Pretend we’re all at a raucous, liquored-up dinner party at my house. It is fun, and we can get real and we can get tawdry, but we’re not talking shit about each other. Criticism? Yes, absolutely, and YES PLEASE. Hating? No.
Let’s go.
xo.
hen Kelly
Clear Chat History
10:04amStephen
I am feeling slutty
10:20amKelly
me too
it is a chronic thing
welcome to the club
lol
was it the porn shirt?
I would totally LOVE to take credit for it
10:21amStephen
well I think it is the anticipation of wearing it
10:21amKelly
excellent. it has magical powers!
10:21amStephen
clearly
though my head constantly flirting with me is boosting my ego no end
10:23amKelly
omg
that is the best line ever.
Hold on while I cut and paste and plagiarize it
10:24amStephen
lol
10:24amKelly
you don’t mean your actual head
you mean the head master, yes?
either way, awesome
10:24amStephen
you know I mean my headteacher and not my physical head
yes
10:24amKelly
too funny
we don’t call headmasters head masters in canada
so it took me a second
10:24amStephen
he’s called the headteacher
10:25amKelly
we call them “principals”
10:25amStephen
headmaster is very old fashioned and refers only to men
10:25amKelly
are you going to have wild unruly sex with him?
10:25amStephen
no
10:25amKelly
prude
10:25amStephen
he has a bf
10:25amKelly
ah
morals
pesky things, those
10:25amStephen
who is also a friend of mine
10:25amKelly
yep
you are in the no-fuck zone
10:26amStephen
which is fine and the harmless flirting is great fun
“Doing a good job of looking hot in those jeans Mr Kelly”
10:31amKelly
oh. again.
stealing that.
taking out the “MR”
It is now mine
he’s flirting with ME too
what a slut
10:31amStephen
Take it
10:31amKelly
I’m sorry for his boyfriend
hahahahaha
10:31amStephen
he called me into his office one day because someone told him off for lfirting
and he said
Do I really flirt with you?
and I said yes
and he said well it must be unconcious but you are so my type
10:32amKelly
too funny
I think we’re all too ramped up and cautious about workplace flirting
it is no big deal
it is human
as long as it is welcome and not creepy
10:32amStephen
it is very flattering
10:33amKelly
yes!
I work mostly with men.
I encourage the flirt
then whenever I want something, I get it
I tap into their deep sense of chivalry and need to please women
10:33amStephen
It’s Steve’s way of saying he likes me
10:33amKelly
yes!
me too.
I would flirt with a rock
and often do
lol
10:34amStephen
and he’s so charming
you just get sucked in
10:34amKelly
see, this just sounds delicious!
yay, happy workplace
that’s just good for MORALE lol
10:34amStephen
he’s one of those very sexy types – not attractive – but the sexyness you get from someone who knows what they are doing and are absolutely passionate about
10:34amKelly
oh.
10:34amStephen
it
10:34amKelly
I love that.
that’s deeply hot.
10:35amStephen
and it’s vbery easy to be i his company
10:35amKelly
and so…you feel slutty?
or is that unrelated?
lol
10:36amStephen
no they are related
deeply and truly
like twins
he’s made me feel hot
10:36amKelly
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
that cannot be appreciated enough
that’s beautiful
10:36amStephen
yes it is
10:37amKelly
now take that I feel hottishness and sally forth
in your porn shirt
10:37amStephen
which is why I love my new boss and the wonderful school he has created
10:37amKelly
yes!
10:37amStephen
and thank fuck I got headhunted
and was taken out of my old school
10:37amKelly
passion transcends the little arenas of our lives
if your passionate in one area it leaks over into the others
since I embraced my writerlyness I am a man-magnet
it is related
being on fire is HOT
10:38amStephen
and I am on fire
10:38amKelly
yes you are baby!
10:38amStephen
it’s amazing
10:38amKelly
amazing and juicy and generative
so good for the soul
10:39amStephen
I have been invited to do something at a major educational technology conference in central London
for two days
10:39amKelly
wow!
congratulations mr. hot stuff
10:39amStephen
which inlcudes £1k of resources for my school
and next term I will be delivering traingning to parents in all the local schools on internet safety
10:40amKelly
I’m impressed
what fun
hen Kelly
Clear Chat History
10:04amStephen
I am feeling slutty
10:20amKelly
me too
it is a chronic thing
welcome to the club
lol
was it the porn shirt?
I would totally LOVE to take credit for it
10:21amStephen
well I think it is the anticipation of wearing it
10:21amKelly
excellent. it has magical powers!
10:21amStephen
clearly
though my head constantly flirting with me is boosting my ego no end
10:23amKelly
omg
that is the best line ever.
Hold on while I cut and paste and plagiarize it
10:24amStephen
lol
10:24amKelly
you don’t mean your actual head
you mean the head master, yes?
either way, awesome
10:24amStephen
you know I mean my headteacher and not my physical head
yes
10:24amKelly
too funny
we don’t call headmasters head masters in canada
so it took me a second
10:24amStephen
he’s called the headteacher
10:25amKelly
we call them “principals”
10:25amStephen
headmaster is very old fashioned and refers only to men
10:25amKelly
are you going to have wild unruly sex with him?
10:25amStephen
no
10:25amKelly
prude
10:25amStephen
he has a bf
10:25amKelly
ah
morals
pesky things, those
10:25amStephen
who is also a friend of mine
10:25amKelly
yep
you are in the no-fuck zone
10:26amStephen
which is fine and the harmless flirting is great fun
“Doing a good job of looking hot in those jeans Mr Kelly”
10:31amKelly
oh. again.
stealing that.
taking out the “MR”
It is now mine
he’s flirting with ME too
what a slut
10:31amStephen
Take it
10:31amKelly
I’m sorry for his boyfriend
hahahahaha
10:31amStephen
he called me into his office one day because someone told him off for lfirting
and he said
Do I really flirt with you?
and I said yes
and he said well it must be unconcious but you are so my type
10:32amKelly
too funny
I think we’re all too ramped up and cautious about workplace flirting
it is no big deal
it is human
as long as it is welcome and not creepy
10:32amStephen
it is very flattering
10:33amKelly
yes!
I work mostly with men.
I encourage the flirt
then whenever I want something, I get it
I tap into their deep sense of chivalry and need to please women
10:33amStephen
It’s Steve’s way of saying he likes me
10:33amKelly
yes!
me too.
I would flirt with a rock
and often do
lol
10:34amStephen
and he’s so charming
you just get sucked in
10:34amKelly
see, this just sounds delicious!
yay, happy workplace
that’s just good for MORALE lol
10:34amStephen
he’s one of those very sexy types – not attractive – but the sexyness you get from someone who knows what they are doing and are absolutely passionate about
10:34amKelly
oh.
10:34amStephen
it
10:34amKelly
I love that.
that’s deeply hot.
10:35amStephen
and it’s vbery easy to be i his company
10:35amKelly
and so…you feel slutty?
or is that unrelated?
lol
10:36amStephen
no they are related
deeply and truly
like twins
he’s made me feel hot
10:36amKelly
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
that cannot be appreciated enough
that’s beautiful
10:36amStephen
yes it is
10:37amKelly
now take that I feel hottishness and sally forth
in your porn shirt
10:37amStephen
which is why I love my new boss and the wonderful school he has created
10:37amKelly
yes!
10:37amStephen
and thank fuck I got headhunted
and was taken out of my old school
10:37amKelly
passion transcends the little arenas of our lives
if your passionate in one area it leaks over into the others
since I embraced my writerlyness I am a man-magnet
it is related
being on fire is HOT
10:38amStephen
and I am on fire
10:38amKelly
yes you are baby!
10:38amStephen
it’s amazing
10:38amKelly
amazing and juicy and generative
so good for the soul
10:39amStephen
I have been invited to do something at a major educational technology conference in central London
for two days
10:39amKelly
wow!
congratulations mr. hot stuff
10:39amStephen
which inlcudes £1k of resources for my school
and next term I will be delivering traingning to parents in all the local schools on internet safety
10:40amKelly
I’m impressed
what fun
hen Kelly
Clear Chat History
10:04amStephen
I am feeling slutty
10:20amKelly
me too
it is a chronic thing
welcome to the club
lol
was it the porn shirt?
I would totally LOVE to take credit for it
10:21amStephen
well I think it is the anticipation of wearing it
10:21amKelly
excellent. it has magical powers!
10:21amStephen
clearly
though my head constantly flirting with me is boosting my ego no end
10:23amKelly
omg
that is the best line ever.
Hold on while I cut and paste and plagiarize it
10:24amStephen
lol
10:24amKelly
you don’t mean your actual head
you mean the head master, yes?
either way, awesome
10:24amStephen
you know I mean my headteacher and not my physical head
yes
10:24amKelly
too funny
we don’t call headmasters head masters in canada
so it took me a second
10:24amStephen
he’s called the headteacher
10:25amKelly
we call them “principals”
10:25amStephen
headmaster is very old fashioned and refers only to men
10:25amKelly
are you going to have wild unruly sex with him?
10:25amStephen
no
10:25amKelly
prude
10:25amStephen
he has a bf
10:25amKelly
ah
morals
pesky things, those
10:25amStephen
who is also a friend of mine
10:25amKelly
yep
you are in the no-fuck zone
10:26amStephen
which is fine and the harmless flirting is great fun
“Doing a good job of looking hot in those jeans Mr Kelly”
10:31amKelly
oh. again.
stealing that.
taking out the “MR”
It is now mine
he’s flirting with ME too
what a slut
10:31amStephen
Take it
10:31amKelly
I’m sorry for his boyfriend
hahahahaha
10:31amStephen
he called me into his office one day because someone told him off for lfirting
and he said
Do I really flirt with you?
and I said yes
and he said well it must be unconcious but you are so my type
10:32amKelly
too funny
I think we’re all too ramped up and cautious about workplace flirting
it is no big deal
it is human
as long as it is welcome and not creepy
10:32amStephen
it is very flattering
10:33amKelly
yes!
I work mostly with men.
I encourage the flirt
then whenever I want something, I get it
I tap into their deep sense of chivalry and need to please women
10:33amStephen
It’s Steve’s way of saying he likes me
10:33amKelly
yes!
me too.
I would flirt with a rock
and often do
lol
10:34amStephen
and he’s so charming
you just get sucked in
10:34amKelly
see, this just sounds delicious!
yay, happy workplace
that’s just good for MORALE lol
10:34amStephen
he’s one of those very sexy types – not attractive – but the sexyness you get from someone who knows what they are doing and are absolutely passionate about
10:34amKelly
oh.
10:34amStephen
it
10:34amKelly
I love that.
that’s deeply hot.
10:35amStephen
and it’s vbery easy to be i his company
10:35amKelly
and so…you feel slutty?
or is that unrelated?
lol
10:36amStephen
no they are related
deeply and truly
like twins
he’s made me feel hot
10:36amKelly
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
that cannot be appreciated enough
that’s beautiful
10:36amStephen
yes it is
10:37amKelly
now take that I feel hottishness and sally forth
in your porn shirt
10:37amStephen
which is why I love my new boss and the wonderful school he has created
10:37amKelly
yes!
10:37amStephen
and thank fuck I got headhunted
and was taken out of my old school
10:37amKelly
passion transcends the little arenas of our lives
if your passionate in one area it leaks over into the others
since I embraced my writerlyness I am a man-magnet
it is related
being on fire is HOT
10:38amStephen
and I am on fire
10:38amKelly
yes you are baby!
10:38amStephen
it’s amazing
10:38amKelly
amazing and juicy and generative
so good for the soul
10:39amStephen
I have been invited to do something at a major educational technology conference in central London
for two days
10:39amKelly
wow!
congratulations mr. hot stuff
10:39amStephen
which inlcudes £1k of resources for my school
and next term I will be delivering traingning to parents in all the local schools on internet safety
10:40amKelly
I’m impressed
what fun
hen Kelly
Clear Chat History
10:04amStephen
I am feeling slutty
10:20amKelly
me too
it is a chronic thing
welcome to the club
lol
was it the porn shirt?
I would totally LOVE to take credit for it
10:21amStephen
well I think it is the anticipation of wearing it
10:21amKelly
excellent. it has magical powers!
10:21amStephen
clearly
though my head constantly flirting with me is boosting my ego no end
10:23amKelly
omg
that is the best line ever.
Hold on while I cut and paste and plagiarize it
10:24amStephen
lol
10:24amKelly
you don’t mean your actual head
you mean the head master, yes?
either way, awesome
10:24amStephen
you know I mean my headteacher and not my physical head
yes
10:24amKelly
too funny
we don’t call headmasters head masters in canada
so it took me a second
10:24amStephen
he’s called the headteacher
10:25amKelly
we call them “principals”
10:25amStephen
headmaster is very old fashioned and refers only to men
10:25amKelly
are you going to have wild unruly sex with him?
10:25amStephen
no
10:25amKelly
prude
10:25amStephen
he has a bf
10:25amKelly
ah
morals
pesky things, those
10:25amStephen
who is also a friend of mine
10:25amKelly
yep
you are in the no-fuck zone
10:26amStephen
which is fine and the harmless flirting is great fun
“Doing a good job of looking hot in those jeans Mr Kelly”
10:31amKelly
oh. again.
stealing that.
taking out the “MR”
It is now mine
he’s flirting with ME too
what a slut
10:31amStephen
Take it
10:31amKelly
I’m sorry for his boyfriend
hahahahaha
10:31amStephen
he called me into his office one day because someone told him off for lfirting
and he said
Do I really flirt with you?
and I said yes
and he said well it must be unconcious but you are so my type
10:32amKelly
too funny
I think we’re all too ramped up and cautious about workplace flirting
it is no big deal
it is human
as long as it is welcome and not creepy
10:32amStephen
it is very flattering
10:33amKelly
yes!
I work mostly with men.
I encourage the flirt
then whenever I want something, I get it
I tap into their deep sense of chivalry and need to please women
10:33amStephen
It’s Steve’s way of saying he likes me
10:33amKelly
yes!
me too.
I would flirt with a rock
and often do
lol
10:34amStephen
and he’s so charming
you just get sucked in
10:34amKelly
see, this just sounds delicious!
yay, happy workplace
that’s just good for MORALE lol
10:34amStephen
he’s one of those very sexy types – not attractive – but the sexyness you get from someone who knows what they are doing and are absolutely passionate about
10:34amKelly
oh.
10:34amStephen
it
10:34amKelly
I love that.
that’s deeply hot.
10:35amStephen
and it’s vbery easy to be i his company
10:35amKelly
and so…you feel slutty?
or is that unrelated?
lol
10:36amStephen
no they are related
deeply and truly
like twins
he’s made me feel hot
10:36amKelly
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
that cannot be appreciated enough
that’s beautiful
10:36amStephen
yes it is
10:37amKelly
now take that I feel hottishness and sally forth
in your porn shirt
10:37amStephen
which is why I love my new boss and the wonderful school he has created
10:37amKelly
yes!
10:37amStephen
and thank fuck I got headhunted
and was taken out of my old school
10:37amKelly
passion transcends the little arenas of our lives
if your passionate in one area it leaks over into the others
since I embraced my writerlyness I am a man-magnet
it is related
being on fire is HOT
10:38amStephen
and I am on fire
10:38amKelly
yes you are baby!
10:38amStephen
it’s amazing
10:38amKelly
amazing and juicy and generative
so good for the soul
10:39amStephen
I have been invited to do something at a major educational technology conference in central London
for two days
10:39amKelly
wow!
congratulations mr. hot stuff
10:39amStephen
which inlcudes £1k of resources for my school
and next term I will be delivering traingning to parents in all the local schools on internet safety
10:40amKelly
I’m impressed
what fun
Mr. Anonymous: I am feeling slutty
Kelly: was it the porn shirt? I would totally LOVE to take credit for it
Mr. Anonymous: well I think it is the anticipation of wearing it
Kelly: excellent. it has magical powers!
Mr. Anonymous: clearly. though my head constantly flirting with me is boosting my ego no end
Kelly: that is the best line ever. Hold on while I cut and paste and plagiarize it
Mr. Anonymous: you know I mean my headteacher and not my physical head, yes?
Kelly: we don’t call headmasters head masters in Canada so it took me a moment
Mr. Anonymous: he’s called the headteacher
Kelly: we call them “principals”
Mr. Anonymous: headmaster is very old fashioned and refers only to men
Kelly: are you going to have wild unruly sex with him?
Mr. Anonymous: no
Kelly: prude
Mr. Anonymous: he has a bf
Kelly: ah. morals. pesky things, those
Mr. Anonymous: who is also a friend of mine
Kelly: yep, you are in the no-sexing zone
Mr. Anonymous: which is fine and the harmless flirting is great fun:
“Doing a good job of looking hot in those jeans, Mr. Anonymous”
Kelly: oh. again. stealing that. Taking out the “Mr.” and “Anonymous” and inserting “Kelly”. It is now mine. He IS promiscuous. He’s flirting with ME too
Mr. Anonymous: he called me into his office one day because someone told him off for flirting and he said “Do I really flirt with you?” and I said “yes”. and he said “well it must be unconcious but you are so my type”
Kelly: I think we’re all too ramped up and cautious about workplace flirting. Flirting is not the same thing as sexual harassment. Flirting is no big deal. It is human. ‘Course that’s only as long as it is welcome and not creepy
Mr. Anonymous: it is very flattering
Kelly: yes!
Mr. Anonymous: It’s his way of saying he likes me
Kelly: yes! me, too. I would flirt with a rock and often do
Mr. Anonymous: and he’s so charming. you just get sucked in
Kelly: see, this just sounds delicious! yay, happy workplace. that’s just good for morale
Mr. Anonymous: he’s one of those very sexy types – not attractive – but the sexiness you get from someone who knows what they are doing and are absolutely passionate about
Kelly: I love that. that’s deeply hot.
Mr. Anonymous: and it’s very easy to be in his company
Kelly: and so…you feel slutty? or is that unrelated?
Mr. Anonymous: they are related. deeply and truly. like twins. he’s made me feel hot
Kelly: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. that cannot be appreciated enough. that’s gratifying.
Mr. Anonymous: yes it is
Mr. Anonymous: which is why I love my new boss and the wonderful school he has created
Kelly: yes! passion transcends and transforms all arenas of our lives. if you’re passionate in one area it leaks over into all of the others. ever since I embraced my writerliness I am a man-magnet. it is related. being on fire is HOT
Mr. Anonymous: and I am on fire
Kelly: yes you are baby!
Mr. Anonymous: it’s amazing
Kelly: amazing and juicy and generative. so good for the soul. Now take that I-feel-hottishness and sally forth. in your porn shirt.
_____________________
some names have been changed to protect the morally suspect. nobody else’s boyfriend or relationship was harmed in the making of this post. the porn shirt is mostly a joke unless of course you want to buy it.
I am a risk-taker in relationships. In addition to being a risk-taker, I’m doggedly committed and don’t give up on a teetering romance until I’m well and truly and certainly done with it. As a result, my friends, family – and, I’m sure, more than one potential suitor – sigh and shudder and worry and are not-so-secretly convinced that I put myself on the line because I’m lonely, fat, a single mom and therefore should be lacking in self-esteem due to my apparent unfuckability (oh, if only y’all knew) and desperation for the security of a relationship.
They would be wrong. I’ve always been a risk taker: fat, skinny, younger, older, before and after kids, always. I take risks because I know I can handle it. I’m resilient. I have faith in myself. Even if I get my heart broken, even if I’m stung by love’s yellow jackets and swell up and take to bed for three days to nurse my hives, cracked heart, fractured ego and assorted existential wounds, I’ll come out of it okay. I usually learn something, too. I stretch. I grow. I expand my emotional range. I go wide and deep. I love.
This, I submit, is the opposite of low self-esteem and desperation.
But, I admit, I’m breaking the rules. It is not always comfortable. It is not always easy. And so far, I don’t have the happy ending to point at, chant “see, nya, nya, I told you so”, and then legitimately launch polemics against tepid dating and soulless relationships and the patriarchy.
So I break the rules. I own myself and my feelings and act on them. I try to connect and I call when I feel the need to do that, which can be a lot. I think that is as it should be. When you like someone, you want to talk to him. I don’t wait around or corral myself into a good girl box of chocolates hoping a man will choose me. When I like a man, he knows it. When I love him, he’s lucky. That sounds like empowerment, and it is, and sometimes I say things that feel honest and powerful to me but which are interpreted vastly differently by the people who live outside my head. Things like this: I need a man. I am lonely. Arguably, being honest about those things does not makes me pathetic or weak. In fact, I think the opposite narrative, the one that says “I don’t need a man, I want one” is ridiculously boring and weak. I get it, but it is not compelling. It goes like this: you can pay your bills. You’re doing fine. You have hobbies and friends and a cat and if you died tomorrow, you’d be satisfied that you lived a good life.
Those things are sort of true for me, too, except that I don’t have a cat. I like my upholstered goods on the unshredded side. And even with the ability to take care of myself quite competently for the rest of my life without male assistance, I still need a man, and the fact that I am marginally solvent and reasonably capable in most adult matters means that I can be shameless about expressing my needs. Admitting to needs – requiring companionship and savouring love and partnership – does not diminish me. So there, nya nya, I told you so (again. Am I undermining my credibility as an adult?).
I need a romantic, significant, long-lasting relationship. I think most people do. Relationships – friendly, romantic, platonic, passionate, familial – are the juice and the juju that a growing life demands. Being one half of a passionate partnership presents challenges and struggles and magic and love and I need that. I need to give that and exchange that and grow in that. And I’ll risk the lectures about how I should be an independent woman (I am! and it is not all self-sufficient sunshine and egalitarian roses!) to say so. Because the risk is worth the reward.
So fuck risk-managing potential relationships. I’m frustrated with that and this is the core of my exasperation with dating and the our boring cultural discourses about dating: one of the axis that it turns on is a glib, therapized, risk-managing approach to relationships. And yes, my darling reader, you ARE so prescient. I do have thoughts on the matter and I would love to share them:
- I highly doubt that everyone out there who is dating has gone to therapy and explored the issues and done the work. Actually, I don’t DOUBT it, I know it. Most of us speak therapy but we haven’t really been therapized.
All the risk management and red-flagging paradoxically creates risk. Every step is a mine-field of meaning. Codes are being signalled and transgressed. Everything becomes a Big Freaking Deal. Relationships halt based on a poorly timed phone call. As proof, I offer you my recent, deep, and time-consuming research on the after-sex call. This is what I did: I googled ‘after sex call‘ and the results cracked my lid and my brain made a brief, panicked, screaming run around the living room. There are more than 80 million pages advising you when to call, when not to call, what it means when he calls on Sunday (you’re girlfriend material), Monday (he’d like to sleep with you again but you’re not relationship material), or Friday (you’re a booty call). Let me repeat it: EIGHTY MILLION pages of results on this issue.
- The patriarchy. Oh, the patriarchy. The sexism. The double-standards. The give-a-cookie, get-a-ring theory of dating.
- The dating rules. OMG, The Rules.
- #3 and #4 are in fact the same thing and my brain is now making crop-circles in the dining room. Which is tough to do because despite what you’ve heard about Vancouverites, BC and our main agricultural export, not all of us grow grass in the dining room.
Let’s talk about The Rules, which is not just a way of talking about the stupid rules of dating but an actual book that articulates them in 35 (!!!) easy-to-remember points (!!!!) by Ellen Fein and Sherrie Schneider.Or let’s not. I’m sure you know them and all their evil, anti-feminist clones like He’s Just Not That Into You, Steve Harvey’s Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man (which uses cookies as a metaphor for sex and advises women to dole them out sparingly, and not at all in the first three months) and, most recently, Be a Hepburn in a Hilton World by Jordan Christy. All of them essentially advise the same thing: don’t put out, don’t call, don’t require much, and maybe, if you’re lucky and you wait around quietly looking pretty, he’ll marry you. In short, don’t be you.
So that is what is supposed to guarantee me the Happy Ending. The Wedding (which incidentally, I don’t even want. Marriage: yes. Wedding: no). The Husband.
But what kind of husband would I land with those rules? What kind of relationship and marriage would that be?
The answer to this not-so-rhetorical question is this: not the kind I want.
In Canada, you can marry anyone you want, as long as you’re only marrying one adult person at a time. This, in the world according to Kelly, is as it should be. So I have no issues with marriage. If gay and lesbian and straight people and everyone who identifies themselves in between or outside of those categories can marry, then I too can marry in good conscience because I’m not accessing a privilege allowed only to those who accidentally, luckily, have sexualities deemed socially acceptable. So, yay, Canada. Yay, marriage.
If I am to marry – and I hope that I do – I would want to marry a man who thinks like that, too. And I highly motherfucking doubt that a man who thinks like that would
- be ‘caught’ by The Rules;
- require a woman to play by The Rules;
- get off on the chase;
- like it when a woman doles out sex like the forbidden cookie, to be earned with virtuous, chivalrous behaviour and a mainly no-sex diet;
- think I’m an unmarriageable slut for expressing my sexuality and acting on my desires;
- interpret my ability to be real and raw and vulnerable as desperate and unappealing;
- be reeled in through a prescribed course of intense manipulation;
- need to be manipulated to feel valued; and
- insist that I contain my needs for connection and companionship with him.
Because that would mean that he’s wired like a wannabe patriarch. And this is would be a problem for me because how I feel about fucking the patriarchy (pro) is wildly different than my feelings about fucking the patriarch (con).
So, sadly, dating is still a gender-trap. And, paradoxically, even as dating is a dangerous trap, it is so gd safe. We talk about dysfunction and reflexively screen out anyone lacking a career or a physique that will pass muster with friends and family and who doesn’t call by Wednesday. We’re risk-managing ourselves out of hypothetical heartbreak but into one-bedroom apartments and solo-Christmases.
Recently, someone said to me “…but I never enjoyed dating the way you do.” And I was stunned. I embrace the risks that relationships entail but I hate dating. I like people, I adore men, I like meeting people and connecting and getting excited about seeing the world (and even myself) through their eyes, but dating and me – well we are not in love and never will be. It is too coded. Too mined with gendered expectations and signals and social assumptions. Too uncertain. So, yes, with one side of my mouth I bemoan the rules of engagement while with the other I freely kiss and confess that I adore being wooed. It is a very, very good thing when someone showers me with attention and affection and never makes me wonder: Do I call? Do I not call? Is he just not that into me if he doesn’t call? What does it mean if I call? To me? To him?
And that’s it. That’s the dichotomous, insane space we live in. As women, we’re supposed to be empowered and beyond The Rules. As naked, vulnerable, brave and needy people, we need to connect and be adored (or at least I do). And the dating manuals that make me crazy live in precisely that crazy-making space: they directly address the need to be feel adored by prescribing formulas for discerning adoration while in the same breath and with lipstick-slicked, barbed kisses they re-inscribe a pointed, confining, prescriptive cultural narrative about gender roles and heterosexual relationships.
About women, that narrative says this: Women should wait. Women should let men take the lead. Women should not be demanding or difficult or insist on getting their needs met by their male partners. Women should contain their sexuality. Women should be tricksters. Women should not expect anything other than the social outlines of a contractual relationship. Women who do all of these things will be rewarded with a ring. Being single is a prison you can earn your way out of with good behaviour and yes, your man is your Warden.
About men, that narrative says this: Men are hunters. Men do not have emotional needs or require friendship from their partners and if they do, they should never admit it and definitely not call before three days have elapsed because that is just unattractive. Showing you like a woman will scare her off. Don’t care for her, conquer her, because, after all, men have an inherent need to conquer women and the world. Men don’t like themselves so they cannot like women who show them that they like them. A man should marry the woman who likes him the least. A man values a woman who restrains her desires with him, because that means she’ll restrain her desires with other men, too. Men don’t know themselves so have to be tricked into getting what is good for them. Men can be tricked. Men should be tricked. Men are dumb.
How is that for seductive? After you get past the pre-marital, tedious process of risk-management and encoding gendered, patriarchal assumptions, the two of you will ideally end up in a soulless, mostly sexless marriage of convenience where the man takes out the garbage and mows the lawn and the woman flutters around doing sexy domestic things like cleaning the toilet and keeps her mouth shut except when she’s yelling at the kids. Excellent. Fantastic. I’m in.
Confession: Until this year, year thirty-sex, I never really dated. Every significant relationship I have ever had evolved out of ‘hanging out’: out of spending time together, having wide-ranging, unconstrained, passionate hours-long conversations in which we solved the political and social dilemmas of the day, doing things together, with other people, and together, until we were just, organically, a couple or some sort of watershed sexual/romantic/conversational moment occurred that articulated our ecstatic commitment to couple-y-ness.
I suspect that this dynamic is a function of youth and university. I suspect that this is even what universities are for: campuses are covert, middle-class marriage markets. Mostly middle-class families offload their kids there and after four or five years and those kids emerge as qualified adults ready to earn, baby, earn and are likely, hopefully involved with now-degreed, pedigreed, marriageable partners who also have reasonable career prospects and are probably from other middle-class families. Who needs a matchmaker or an arranged marriage if you can send your kids to college?
During the university years, young adults are installed in crappy, overpopulated apartments on a campus with several thousand mostly-single people in the same age bracket, and all of them have lots of free time and (temporarily) very little money. It is a recipe for social interaction that is based on conversation and connection and ideas, and if you’re lucky enough to be surrounded by uberliberal, progressive, smart, thinking people, then the very structures of relationships get talked about, questioned and negotiated. Then, if you’re really lucky, you end up in a Relationship with a man who thinks about these things too, and is willing to go there with you and wonder about The Rules, and fuck the Rules, and just be, and figure out how to be, together. Yessssssssss.
I spent most of my twenties in University. Naturally, I ended up in a Relationship – bizarrely, with a very socially conventional (and very good) man – and spent most of my thirties having babies. Then we split. Now I have a job, kids, a rigid and unbending schedule that requires me to see the inside of 5am every weekday, a cosmic void where babysitters should be, and no classmates or (adult) house-mates with single friends with whom to hang out and eventually fall in love. So now I have to date, marshal time to date, organize an infrastructure that allows for dating, search out appropriate people to date, all of which I do, sometimes ecstatically, sometimes begrudgingly. To me, the logistics and the safe, gendered discourses of dating are the antithesis of sexy. I miss my flophouse university days. I miss organic relationships.
Relationships are conversations. Relationships are messages sent and received and returned. Relationships are primal, biological, electric, evolutionary, revolutionary. Relationships are generative. Relationships are transcendent and divine. Relationships are magic. Relationships are worth the risk.
Too bad that as a grown-ass adult you have to date to find one.
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note: I originally posted this piece in September 2009 but I was missing it, lots, so I called it back. It loves me, too.