David Brooks, that sociologist of postmodernity, contributed a stimulating essay to the April 2003 number of Atlantic Monthly entitled, provocatively, “The Return of the Pig.” That is, the male chauvinist pig. He surveys influential constituents of popular culture — Maxim magazine, Comedy Central’s The Man Show, rap musicians — and concludes perceptively that feminists have beat a rather hasty retreat in disarray from this new (if we can properly call it new) incarnation of the notorious male chauvinist.
The most interesting thing about the surge of retro-sexism is how unprepared feminists and other enlightened thinkers are to deal with it. The ironic tone of the material defeats them. Feminists seem to know they are being toyed with. They don’t want to appear to be earnest plodders in the face of hip, playful gestures, and they don’t want to grant that anyone is more postmodern than they are.
Popular culture, in other words, has outwitted the feminist faction. Mr. Brooks goes on, exhibiting, with some justice, a certain glee at his discoveries:
We have a dynamic urban culture that treats women like whores and that regards owning a Mercedes as the highest possible human aspiration, and the leading articulators of progressive opinion have almost nothing to say about it. They can’t seem to bring themselves to admit out loud that their most effective ideological enemies have turned out to be the same underprivileged people they wanted to rescue from exploitation.
That last remark about “ideological enemies” strikes me a bit strained, but Brooks’ analysis carries a distinct element of truth, I think. His writing is, characteristically, clear, calm and agreeable; his reasoning solid; and his ideas insightful. Also characteristically, however, Brooks resolutely abjures all but the most modest of judgments. He fancies himself a diagnostician, not a surgeon. There is unquestionably a role for both vocations. My own preference is to see them evidenced in the same writer. Mr. Brooks’ essay cries out for some polemics; perhaps the reader will indulge me supplying my own.
Feminism has been a disaster for women; sexual liberation has liberated no one so much as the predatory male. When a man reads of the late trend in women’s fitness of “pole-dancing” classes designed to “bring the animal out of you,” he may be forgiven for the conjecture that feminism has largely been a conspiracy of the predatory male. For many centuries a fairly considerable portion of the energy of Christian civilization has been dedicated to the very considerable effort of restraining the biological tendency of most men toward infidelity. This effort has met with uneven, but very real and admirable success; and the resulting social structure centered on the traditional family is one deserving of reverence and obedience, even in the absence of any thorough knowledge of its sources and development. We might state it this way: that there is a conditioned prejudice, in most people, in favor of the traditional nuclear family; and that that prejudice ought to be cultivated, because it cleaves very close to the truth — the truth as apprehended through the centuries of human social organization.
This prejudice, and the natural reverence for inherited wisdom it represents, ought to be greater still because the structure it addresses is a delicate one, and resists immediate penetration and appreciation by rationalistic or empirical thought. Rationalism relies on blunt instruments, and in its baser forms, it tends toward a gaunt and shallow utilitarianism, a cold calculation of pleasure and pain which forswears all those dimmer, profounder human things which go by names like love and honor and virtue. At best, as Oakeshott put it, Rationalism is a mere abridgement of an authentic tradition; at worst it is a easy path, through the intoxicant of the facile abstraction, to ruin. There is a superficial plausibility to arguments about self-actualization through sexual freedom — plausibility which is augmented by the multifarious failures of men and women to live up to the Christian ideals of chastity and matrimony. When resourceful people attack an institution like the family, they are not at a loss to find soft targets; nor can the same institution’s defenders grasp so readily at outstanding examples for their defense. This institution’s great successes are usually inconspicuous; its failures, spectacular.
But what the “progressive” innovators, among them the feminists, undertook was not merely to castigate the failures of the traditional Christian ideal of matrimony, but rather, dubbing the whole of it, ideal and all, a failure, to dismantle it comprehensively. Now here was a revolutionary project worthy of the name; and, despite provoking a vigorous and formidable reaction, which may ultimately overwhelm it, this project has become, to an astonishing degree, part of our social state. This is an old story. The method was initially to sever the idea of sex from the idea of child rearing, from the responsibilities, from the sacrifices, from the hardships, joys and virtues — all of it, root and branch. Sex was to be one thing, procreation and parenting another. The advent of easy-access chemical birth control assisted things immeasurably, and once the rather meager conventions against birth control were defeated, the project could proceed apace: the divorce (an apposite word) of sex from marriage itself.
A concomitant here — a concomitant to the innovators’ project, but ultimately a thing with vast and terrible life of its own — was the undermining of the entire idea of sin in a sexual context. What is natural, it was argued, cannot be sinful, and so adultery became not a violation of the moral order of things, not a transgression against vows taken before God and family, but, if condemnable at all, a mere breach of contract. Chastity was no longer a virtue but an heroic abnormality; and it was foolish to even think that young men and women might restrain their urges. This large step was accomplished in law through the mechanism of the “no-fault divorce,” which stipulates that marriages may be voided by simple consent of the two parties. Once manage to conceive of marriage purely as a contract between autonomous individuals, dissolvable without any complaint of violation or even explanation, and alienated altogether from the interest of the community, or of the created order; once accomplish that and a blow has been struck at the substance of the ideal itself, not simply its forms. Marriage became, in Burke’s vivid phrase, the “vilest concubinage.”
The damage inflicted on individual men, women and children, and on the social fabric of the nation, by the effacement of the traditional ideal of marriage and family is extensive. It hardly needs delineating at this late date. A few statistics suggest the outlines of the wounds inflicted. Illegitimacy rates have more than tripled in a mere thirty years. Among minorities the numbers are staggering: fifty, sixty, even seventy percent of children are born without fathers who so much as acknowledge responsibility for their existence. And I think it is safe to say the damage has been borne primarily by women and children. The enterprise undertaken to sever sex from all its viney entanglements with the rest of human life was hardly a surgical thing, though the social science rationalizations built up around it seemed to imply that it was; it was rather a wild and maniacal hacking at part of the roots of our society; the action of madmen, deracinated creatures poisoned by self-loathing. “Ten thousand women,” Chesterton wrote, belittling the feminism of his day, “marched through the streets shouting, ‘We will not be dictated to,’ and went off and became stenographers.” More modern feminists, and their comrades in the sexual revolution, thundered and marched for freedom, for liberation from the restraints of Christian sexuality, and ended up in bondage to the caprices of licentious males, and to the scars of shattered lives and the guilt of more ghastly “innovations.” Much of the action of Christian civilization, as it bent itself over the problem of sexual sin, was an effort to tame the baser urges of men (and, to a lesser degree, women); for men are disposed to promiscuity, and mankind is disposed to sin. This was part of our constitution as a civilized people.
Nothing is so vital, but few things so frail, as the human procreative constitution. The idea of overturning it is an indescribably monstrous one. What Burke wrote of the state goes a fortiori for human sexuality. “No man,” the great Irishman wrote, “should approach to look into its defects or corruptions but with due caution; [nor] dream of beginning its reformation by its subversion.” Rather,
he should approach to [its] faults . . . as to the wounds of a father, with pious awe and trembling solicitude. By this wise prejudice we are taught to look with horror on those children of their country, who are prompt rashly to hack that aged parent in pieces, and put him into the kettle of magicians, in hopes that by their poisonous weeds, and wild incantations, they may regenerate the paternal constitution, and renovate their father’s life.
The sexual revolution is accomplished; we have cast Procreation in the kettle of magicians. The extent to which the very concept of sexual sin strikes us as so jarring today reveals the depth of this revolution in our social state. That the wedding ceremony centers on vows of faithfulness taken before God, family and the wider community is lost on us, though that fact constitutes the wisdom of civilized man imparted to posterity.The revolution is accomplished, but the totality of its consequences remains unknown. Rising before us, it seems, is the specter of its transformation from a social revolution into a technological one; the transformation, as has often been noted by wise men and women, of the idea of Procreation into that of Manufacture. Biotechnology, genetic engineering, human cloning — many have honorably, if moderately, undertaken to confront these things; but it is crucial, I think, to be mindful of the now dim but tremendous backdrop to them. That backdrop is the sexual revolution, which was also a dissolution, a fragmentation of ideas from their natural unity. Sex would exist apart, first, from Fruitfulness, then from Love; it would become Pleasure only. And we have become slaves to that idol; we are pilgrims in an unholy land where the gruesome covetous god is Pleasure.
But Biotechnology adds a new and almost astonishing twist; it proposes to make the whole procreative question no longer even human. Sex will have not the remotest relation to procreation because technology will replace the human act. Sex, sinful or not, at least still remains on the side of humanity, even when it means only base human pleasure. What confronts us now is something more than merely Sex without Fruitfulness and Sex without Love: what confronts us is Sex without Pleasure. The bewildering thing in this is to reflect on how men who worship Pleasure will be led dumbly down a path that will end in its obliteration. The only answer is that they do not see where it leads. “Men have been sometimes led by degrees,” observed Burke, “sometimes hurried into things, of which, if they could have seen the whole together, they never would have permitted the most remote approach.” Could the feminists and their assorted Leftist allies in the sexual revolution ever have imagined that the dark day would dawn when the oppressed and idealized proletariat would turn on them with such ironic ferocity, casting shadows of chauvinists all about them like horrible phantoms from the Victorian age? David Brooks’ “The Return of the Pig” is their nightmare and their nemesis: against it they are disarmed.
And against the Biotech Age even the libertine will be disarmed. Utility will overpower Pleasure, and some clever writer of the future, echoing Brooks, will pen an essay entitled “The Reprise of the Free-Lover” or “The Resurrection of Libertinism.” Only this Libertine’s preachment will be against the awful gods of efficiency and predictability, the virtues of a machine. He will worry that the pleasure-seekers have been made to wear a scarlet letter, not because they are promiscuous but because they are crudely organic. The innovators who once argued that with sex what is natural is not sinful will find themselves defeated by the new innovators who hold that anything natural is sinful. The libertines will be thought disordered, not on moral grounds, but on purely material grounds; because their pleasure seeking might possibly result in unexpected procreation, which will disturb the finely wrought balance of manufactured populations.
Behind all this, too, will be the sexual revolution. Behind all this will be the dissolution of the ideal of matrimony and Western civilization’s millennia-long struggle to tame desire, to redirect its frustrations toward service, and regulate its antinomy by sacrifice. And I wonder: will the Manufactured Men remember that once there was opposition to stem cell research, or that some once fiercely controverted the idea of manufactured men? We hardly remember that, not so very long ago, things like birth control were controversial; we forget that opposition to divorce, not so very long ago, was so strong that divorcees were ostracized from their communities. Barbarians! we exclaim. And barbarians they will call us.



December 30th, 2010
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