Rumors of the General and Particular
A Brilliant Freudian Slip
Bells said:
The irony of your whine is that the mail culprit in men not reporting domestic abuse have been men themselves.
My apologies; despite my agreement with the statement, I couldn't help myself; that is one
awesome Freudian typo. Papa Siggy would be proud.
You want gender equality? How about you encourage men to not abuse and ridicule men who are abused.
This is the thing that I don't get about the masculinist argument on this point.
First of all, physical violence against anyone is,
a priori, wrong.
Secondly, I am not without sympathy to the confusion. But I found a much easier solution than getting mad at women. I hold doors, move chairs, and show such deference to anyone in my proximity, according to circumstance. Rather than fixating on gender-neutral disrespect, I found it much easier to simply equalize my human respect for other people.
But coming back to that first point, the
a priori, as the second extends from it, there are times when physical violence has justifiable utility. But what is that utility, and what is that violence? I'll swing at
anyone if I believe I
absolutely must. By habit, I'll take at least one punch before striking; sometimes two in order to make certain the other seriously intends to pursue such a course. (Then again, it just doesn't come up that often.) But male or female, I
do include certain calculations.
Take my former partner. She's 4'10". Physical violence between us? Well, there was the time when she knew she was pregnant, got really drunk, and then in the course of things physically assaulted me on the street. I say physically assaulted, because that's what it was in principle and law. But the worst damage to my person was the bruised ego of people wondering about the guy sprawled out backwards over the bike rack.
And I used to work with this guy named Myron. Cool guy. Distinctively unusual. 4'8", skinny as hell, gay as can be, and pretty damn cute in white jeans and a red silk shirt.
And then there is "Chewie", the name I use for the unidentified, drunk, six-foot-eight shaggy at a concert in Portland. His best friend was probably six feet tall, fit, and one of those wannabe tough guys. Han Solo got pissed off at me for pushing Chewie and demanded, "What's your fuckin' problem, man?" So I told him: "Tell your fuckin' Chewbacca there to stop trampling people!"
Now here's the thing: At that moment, if it had come down to blows, I would have thrown with certain force. That force would severely injure my former partner, possibly kill Myron, but only annoy Chewie.
So if it comes to physical conflict, we see a degree not accounted for in our neighbor's need to beat a woman.
There are two points to such fights. The first is to avoid them, and, failing that, the second is to finish it as quickly as possible; in many states, the law will charge you with assault if you take too long in defending yourself—you're better off in some jurisdictions shooting to death someone who is behaving in an erratic manner you might be able to describe as a perceived threat, than to immobilize and restrain your attacker in order to wait for assistance.
But for those of us with a better understanding of reality than such stupid laws, why are we fighting?
There is a broader human issue here. A man attacking me does not require a head-strike. It doesn't even require full force. Generally speaking, it requires enough presence of mind to get out of the way of a punch. And, generally speaking, given the environments in which these incidents most frequently occur, one can reasonably rely on the herd to stop the fight. So, generally speaking, the idea of actually
striking someone just isn't one I entertain very often.
But there are people, as our neighbor reminds, who are just itching for an excuse to do human damage. And that's the thing; while he notes the problem of escalating to physical violence in the first place, if the response is to simply throw down, we aren't really learning anything as a society.