By now everyone knows about Susan Patton. A Princeton
graduate herself, mother of two sons, one a Princeton graduate and one a Princeton
undergraduate, Patton had the temerity to offer some advice to Princeton coeds
in a letter to the Daily Princetonian.
Had the reaction to the letter not crashed the paper’s
website, I would link it.
Her advice went viral. True believing feminists were
horrified. They threw themselves into such high dudgeon that you thought they had seen a witch.
If you had ever been tempted to believe that contemporary
feminism is about giving women the freedom to choose the way they conduct their
lives, this episode will hopefully cure you.
If demonstration were needed, the Patton kerfuffle shows
unmistakably that feminism wants to dictate the way women live their lives. In
less flattering terms, they want to own young women’s lives.
Feminists are happy to allow young women to participate in all
manner of self-destructive behavior as long as they do not commit the greatest crime against the feminism. That
would be: marrying young.
Patton addressed herself to the daughters she never had and
told them that their years at Princeton were a golden opportunity to snag a
great husband. To her mind, Princeton men were great husband material. Nearly
all of them are available.
A bright and nubile young coed should take advantage of the
fact that the younger she is the more choice she will have. Thus, the younger she is the more power she has in
the dating marketplace.
Suggesting that as women age the pool of eligible men
shrinks, Patton recommends that these women make Princeton a happy husband
hunting ground.
Patton chose to express herself because she was disturbed to see young women receiving only one
message about a proper life plan. They are receive the message that their
feminist masters want them to receive.
I
sincerely feel that too much focus has been placed on encouraging young women
only to achieve professionally. I understand that this can be seen as
retrogressive, but for those women who aspire to what used to be thought of as
a traditional life with home and family, there is almost no ink addressing
personal fulfillment outside of the workplace. Specifically, finding lifelong
friends and the right partner with whom to share a life and raise a family.
Obviously, feminists flew into a frenzy. They have no
tolerance for anyone who would try to loosen their control over young women.
Writing on Gawker, Caity Weaver launched an intemperate
rant. I assume that she wanted to show that being a feminist means kissing sobriety goodbye.
For those young women who might be tempted to follow Patton’s
advice, Weaver labeled it: “batshit crazy and extremely offensive. Also,
embarrassing!”
That means that if you bring it up in polite conversation
with a feminist you are risking your life. She is warning you that if you voice such opinions you will be subjected to mindless abuse and eventual ostracism.
For reasons that it needs to explain, feminism is severely
threatened by the notion that young women in college should approach dating
from the perspective of finding a mate. Are they worried that a new sense of purposeful dating would threaten the hookup
culture.
Now that we know what feminists find offensive, let’s take
another look at what feminists do not find offensive.
A while back I commented on a piece that philosophy
professor Nancy Bauer wrote for the New
York Times.
Bauer described the alternative to the Patton approach:
Visit
an American college campus on a Monday morning and you’ll find any number of
amazingly ambitious and talented young women wielding their brain power,
determined not to let anything — including a relationship with some needy,
dependent man — get in their way. Come back on a party night, and you’ll
find many of these same girls (they stopped calling themselves “women” years
ago) wielding their sexual power, dressed as provocatively as they dare,
matching the guys drink for drink — and then hook-up for hook-up.
I’m sure they are making their parents proud. In case you missed
the point, Bauer continued:
When
they’re on their knees in front of a worked-up guy they just met at a party,
they genuinely do feel powerful — sadistic, even. After all, though they
don’t stand up and walk away, they in principle could. But the morning after,
students routinely tell me, they are vulnerable to what I’ve come to call the
“hook-up hangover.” They’ll see the guy in the quad and cringe. Or
they’ll find themselves wishing in vain for more — if not for a prince (or a
vampire, maybe) to sweep them off their feet, at least for the guy actually to
have programmed their number into his cell phone the night before. When
the text doesn’t come, it’s off to the next party.
Feminism has succeeded in keeping women on their knees. It
has duped them into thinking providing sexual services for “worked-up” guys
they just met makes them powerful.
You can see why feminists are so upset with Susan Patton.