NOTE: This is the second installment of The Myth of Warren Farrell, a continuing series examining Farrell’s The Myth of Male Power, the most influential book in the Men’s Rights canon. You can see the first post here.
Men’s Rights elder Warren Farrell has been accused of being a “rape apologist,” largely because of one now-notorious sentence he wrote in The Myth of Male Power:
We have forgotten that before we began calling this date rape and date fraud, we called it exciting.
This sentence is at least as puzzling as it is disturbing. Calling date rape “exciting” is pretty foul. But what on earth is “date fraud?”
To find out, let’s do what Farrell’s supporters insist we always do with his more troubling remarks: look at it in context to see if it is somehow more defensible – or, at the very least, to see if we can discern what exactly is is he even meant.
Looking at the sentence in context in The Myth of Male Power, we find that it appears in the midst of a long discussion not only of date rape but also of a number of other dating-related behaviors that Farrell claims traumatize men in the same way date rape traumatizes women. So let’s back up a bit to let him spell out his basic premises — and define what “date fraud” is in the first place:
While the label “date rape” has helped women articulate the most dramatic aspect of dating from women’s perspective, men have no labels to help them articulate the most traumatic aspects of dating from their perspective. Now, of course, the most traumatic aspect is the possibility of being accused of date rape by a woman to whom he thought he was making love. If men did label the worst aspects of the traditional male role, though, they might label them “date robbery,” “date rejection,” “date responsibility,” “date fraud,” and “date lying.” (p.313, The Myth of Male Power, 1993 hardcover edition)
He proceeds from here to some Men’s Rights subreddit-style man-whinging:
The worst aspect of dating from the perspective of many men is how dating can feel to a man like robbery by social custom – the social custom of him taking money out of his pocket, giving it to her, and calling it a date. To a young man, the worst dates feel like being robbed and rejected. Boys risk death to avoid rejection (e.g., by joining the Army).(p. 314)
I think Farrell is confusing “the Army” with “the French Foreign Legion” and real life with Laurel and Hardy movies.
Evenings of paying to be rejected can feel like a male version of date rape. (p. 314)
Yep. Paying for a woman’s dinner and having a pleasant conversation with her, only to have her refuse to have sex with you, is in Farrell’s mind just like being raped.
Having dealt with date robbery and rejection, Farrell moves on to date fraud and lying:
If a man ignoring a woman’s verbal “no” is committing date rape, then a woman who says “no” with her verbal language but “yes” with her body language is committing date fraud. And a woman who continues to be sexual even after she says “no” is committing date lying.
Do women still do this? Two feminists found the answer is yes. Nearly 40 percent of college women acknowledged they had said “no” to sex even “when they meant yes.” In my own work with over 150,000 men and women – about half of whom are single – the answer is also yes. Almost all single women acknowledge they have agreed to go back to a guy’s place “just to talk” but were nevertheless responsive to his first kiss. Almost all acknowledge they’ve recently said something like “That’s far enough for now,” even as her lips are still kissing and her tongue is still touching his. (P 314)
Uh, Dr. Farrell, I’m pretty sure that women are still allowed to say no to sex even if they are kissing a man. Either partner, of whatever gender, is allowed to stop sexual activity at whatever point they want to, for whatever reason they want to. That how consent works.
And now we come to Farrell’s famous quote:
We have forgotten that before we began calling this date rape and date fraud, we called it exciting. (pp. 314-315)
It still doesn’t make sense to me, but that combination of “date rape” and “exciting” makes me queasy.
Perhaps the rest of Farrell’s paragraph will help to elucidate what he means:
Somehow, women’s romance novels are not titled He Stopped When I Said “No”. They are, though, titled Sweet Savage Love, in which the woman rejects the hand of her gentler lover who saves her from the rapist and marries the man who repeatedly and savagely rapes her. It is this “marry the rapist” theme that not only turned Sweet Savage Love into a best-seller but also into one of women’s most enduring romance novels. (p. 315)
Oh, so because some women enjoy fictionalized rape fantasies, real non-fictional date rape is therefore “exciting?”
Farrell follows this up, confusingly, with two sentences that utterly contradict one another:
It is important that a woman’s “noes” be respected and her “yeses” be respected. And it is also important when her nonverbal “yeses” (tongues still touching) conflict with those verbal “noes” that the man not be put in jail for choosing the “yes” over the “no.” He might just be trying to become her fantasy. (p. 315)
Three things. First: If the “conflict” is as Farrell sketched it out above — a woman saying “that’s far enough for now,” while kissing with “tongues still touching” — there is no conflict. Kissing, with tongues or without, does not give a man permission to put his penis in a woman. Reciprocal kissing gives you permission for … reciprocal kissing.
Second: when the alleged nonverbal “yeses” and the verbal “noes” conflict – or you think they do – here’s an idea: RESPECT THE VERBAL NOES. Err on the side of NOT-RAPE. If she says no, assume she means no, until she uses ACTUAL WORDS to say yes. Strange but true: woman can actually USE HUMAN LANGUAGE to express what they want. If a guy doesn’t respect a woman’s verbal “noes” because he thinks — or pretends to himself — that she’s saying “yes” with her body, how exactly can the law distinguish this from rape?
“Your honor, it’s true she told me no, but her elbows were saying “yes.””
Also: if your gal and you want to play out “nonconsensual” fantasies, that’s fine; lots of people do that — consensually. You just need to work out the basic rules and safewords in advance. There are entire subcultures of people devoted to this who will be happy to fill you in on the details. Really. They are very chatty.
Third: Do you all find it as creepy as I do that Farrell tends to sketch out these various rapey scenarios in the steamy prose of a second-rate romance novelist?
If you’re an MRA convinced I’m somehow misquoting Farrell here, here’s a screencap of most of the passages I just quoted which someone on the Men’s Rights subreddit helpfully posted some time ago. Or you could get hold of Farrell’s book and check for yourself.
Oh, but I’m not done yet. I’ve got even more context to provide.
Farrell tries his best to draw some sort of distinction between date rape and stranger-with-a-knife-rape:
We often hear, “Rape is rape, right?” No. A stranger forcing himself on a woman at knife point is different from a man and woman having sex while drunk and having regrets the morning. What is different? When a woman agrees to a date, she does not make a choice to be sexual, but she does make a choice to explore sexual possibilities. The woman makes no such choice with a stranger or an acquaintance. (p. 315)
So going on a date with someone and ostensibly making a “choice to explore sexual possibilities” means that it’s ok for people to force sex on you against your will later in the evening? Uh, Dr. Farrell, how exactly is this not rape? How does the fact that two people went to a movie beforehand turn coerced sex into not-real-rape?
You’ll have to ask Dr. Farrell that question, as his explanation makes no sense whatsoever to me.
A few pages down the road, Farrell warns about the dangers of “date rape” legislation in hyperbolic terms, arguing, bizarrely, that it will lead to more rape.
If the law tries to legislate our “yeses” and “noes” it will produce “the straitjacket generation” – a generation afraid to flirt, fearful of finding its love notes in a court suit. Date rape legislation will force suitors and courting to give way to courts and suing.
The empowerment of women lies not in the protection of females from date rape, but in resocializing both sexes to share date initiative taking and date paying so that both date rape and date fraud are minimized. We cannot end date rape by calling men “wimps” when they don’t initiate quickly enough, “rapists” when they do it too quickly, and “jerks” when they do it badly. If we increase the performance pressure only for men, we will reinforce men’s need to objectify women – which will lead to more rape. Men will be our rapists as long as men are our initiators.…
Laws on date rape create a climate of date hate. (p.340)
I don’t even know where to start with all that. That is just one giant steaming heap of nonsense. To put it as politely as I can.
Oh, in case you’re wondering, Farrell also thinks that a lot of what’s called spousal rape is really “mercy sex,” because people who are married to one another often have sex when they don’t want to — and that’s the way it should be, since “all good relationships require ‘giving in,’ especially when our partner feels strongly.” Sex you don’t want is just part of what makes a happy marriage happy!
The Ms. survey can call it a rape; a relationship counselor will call it a relationship.
Spousal rape legislation is blackmail waiting to happen. (p. 338)
So, does putting Farrell’s “we called it exciting” quote in context transform it into something innocent and understandable and not-rapey?
I think it’s pretty clear that the answer is no.
But not everyone agrees with me on that. When someone on the Man’s Rights subreddit recently provided some of the context for Farrell’s quote, the assembled Men’s Righsters mostly thought what he was saying sounded fine to them, arguing that he brings up some very legitimate points, attacking feminists for quote mining, suggesting that “feminists don’t reality” and that the Feminist machine slanders anyone who gets in their way. Heck, one fellow even suggested that he had gotten the distinct impression that Feminists want to create more instances of “rape-by-misunderstanding” in order to punish men. Oh, and then one of them attacked my previous post on Farrell’s disturbing views on incest.
“But I am saying that accepting, say, a drink… that’s an interaction. So yes, I would say that it’s a reasonable assumption that you are up for further interaction.”
Yeah, and a lot of people here said they never accept drinks from strangers.
Last time I didn’t accept a drink, I got a lot of, “Huh? Then why are you in a bar? Why are you in a bar, then?!”
That’s not fun.
Also, in perma’s view, if you have an “interaction” with the sales clerk at the local quickie mart, it’s a reasonable assumption that you are up for further interaction. I mean, what if he gives you a coupon? What do you expect?
… That is terrible.
Like….
Vanessa’s patience was wearing thin. She came to this bar every Friday night to unwind after a long week. She liked to sit off to the corner of the room, sipping her drink slowly as she just watched people interacting. It was… oddly soothing in a way, the room swaying and breathing as people flowed around each other in time with the swimming of her head. She’d watch the various guys hitting on gals at the bar with amusement, wondering whether she’d see the couple take off together or a splash of liquor to the face, feeling a just a little guilty at watching the show.
Apparently, today karma was catching up with her.
The guy currently yammering in her ear had walked through the entire crowded room, past tables into her little corner. “You look lonely over here,” he said, trying his best to flash a comforting smile, “why don’t I buy you a drink?”
Vanessa held up her half-empty glass and shook her head. “Thanks,” she said, “but I’m good.”
“C’mon, just one drink,” he pleaded, “who says no to a free drink?”
She took another sip to to accentuate her point. “Thanks for the offer,” she stated more pointedly, “but I’m all set.”
And thus it began. Who this guy was, she didn’t know. Why he was so keen to buy her, just some random person in the corner of the room, a drink she couldn’t fathom. But he kept trying, valiently in a way, to push more booze onto her. It was really killing her buzz.
“Fine,” she eventually sighed, staring at her now empty glass. “One drink, but then I’m done for the night.” The guy barely concealed a little fist pump of victory, and sauntered off to the bar. Soon, he returned with two full glasses, and sat down at Vanessa’s table, offering her one. She accepted, and turned back to the crowded room.
They mostly sat in silence, him not quite sure what to do with himself, her trying to finish her drink as quickly as possible. He tried to initiate conversation a few times, but she gave short non-commital answers and continued looking away. Finally, she reached the bottom of her glass, and moved to retrieve her coat.
“Wait!” He cried out, his hand reaching out over the table. “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more quiet?” Ugh… there it was.
“Sorry,” Vannessa said quickly, “I have to get back home and sleep off this booze.”
“You bitch!” The man exclaimed suddenly. “I buy you a drink, and you don’t even have the decency to talk to me! Why’d you make me waste so much time with you?”
“I. Didn’t. Want. The drink. I accepted so you’d shut up!” Vannessa said plainly.
The guy slammed his fist down on the table, then grabbed his drink and stormed off, muttering under his breath. Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief… This would be the last time she accepted a drink.
(sorry about the abrupt ending… I didn’t want this going on for ages)
(that was in response to CassandraSays a little ways back… probably should have included an address for such a long comment… ah well)
Gah, Kirby, that was well written. In other words, convincing and fucking creepy.
Shiraz – “Last time I didn’t accept a drink, I got a lot of, “Huh? Then why are you in a bar? Why are you in a bar, then?!”
Puke. Made me think, “To buy my own drinks, fuckwit.”
There are people and then there are people. It’s still interesting to me that you, Eurosabra, name a whole bunch of names when I’ve named none. I think I gave you some initials.
Ah, whatever, he’s boring. Where is that Lost thread I’ve been looking for?
eli, it’s lost!
(Okay, someone had to be Captain Obvious.)
I picked the most famous people with initials MB. I also thought you were asking if I was a member of the Muslim Brotherhood, as sn alternate interpretation. I remain mystified.
@kittehserf:
Thanks… I think. I wasn’t sure where it was going when I started… glad that it seemed believable. Wonder what our resident trolls would say… Eurosaba would probably say the guy was just a bad PUA.
Someone’s incoherent posts are hurting my eyes. Derails are boring when performed by the wrong person.
whoops. I mystified Eurosabra. Stop the world.
FWIW, I am pro-Palestine. I want out of the Territories with or without peace, just out and let the Palestinians rule themselves. With Hamas and Jihad as their govt, if they want. I trust them to be realists based on the actual Palestinians I know. And if not, I hope that the withdrawal will decrease overall motivation towards violence on both sides
@ Viscaria
I’ve actually sent away drinks that have been sent over to me, for exactly the reasons everyone has been talking about. I totally get why not everyone is comfortable doing that, because it can create a confrontation, but like I said earlier, I feel like in that situation there’s going to be a confrontation at some point anyway so I’d rather just get it out of the way when a. the person offering the drink feels less of a sense of entitlement to having purchased my company and b. I’ve had one less drink, so I’m more sober.
I used to have a friend who would go to fancy bars in the hopes that men would buy her drinks, and that’s why I stopped going out drinking with her, because she kept trying to get me to do it too and I kept saying “this is a really bad situation waiting to happen”. She was willing to tolerate be-suited rich dudes creeping on her for free booze. I was not.
Buying a woman a drink when she doesn’t want it is basically saying her sustained attention is worth about $5. I’m pretty sure escorts charge more than that; I certainly wouldn’t work for that kind of crappy pay. If you’re gonna pay me to talk to you it’s gonna be more than the cost of a drink! 9_9
Kirby, it was convincing for me – made me apprehensive reading it, and I’ve never been in that situation or anything like it. That’s a sign of good writing, I think. It wasn’t meant to be a backhanded compliment, though it prolly came across that way!
$5? LOL. Not in San Francisco.
Not that it being $10-15 makes the “I buy you drink, you act as sex worker” makes the whole situation any less obnoxious or unrealistic.
@Kittehserf:
Nah, it didn’t come across as backhanded. I was just kinda joking around about being good at writing creepy shit. Sorry it wasn’t clear. 🙂
I like writing a lot… I’m glad that I have the capacity of writing something that seems realistic. I haven’t been there either (don’t drink, am a guy, etc), so I was just going off my imagination and what I’ve heard about.
I order cheap drinks, I was a grad student!
“I’ve actually sent away drinks that have been sent over to me, for exactly the reasons everyone has been talking about.”
My first thought would be that it had a roofie or something in it. Bad enough a stranger asking to buy a drink; trying to impose one like that would send my trust level from zero to minus ten.
Kirby – whew! 😀
That too. Actually there was a club here a few years back where the bartender was putting roofies in people’s drinks. That took the “watch your drink carefully” paranoia to new heights.
Yeah I had a firm rule that if you brought a drink to me I wouldn’t drink it, regardless of circumstance, unless it was closed. I suspect I wouldn’t bother drinking anything anybody brought me now, but even silly, eager-to-please 19 year old me wasn’t trusting any of that shit. 19 year old me also held her glass in full view with her hand over it at all times.
…Man, you know, I am not meant for bars.
Cassandra – holy shit. 🙁
There’s something wrong with that club. It’s been in 2 different locations in the time I’ve been here, and it’s been sketchy as hell in both.
Is it the same management/staff?
Not the same staff, but possibly the same management. Not sure if they’re actively evil or just completely incompetent.