I came across an article shared on Huffington Post, about the objectivization of women by men. This post summarized a conversation a father promised to have with his son if he ever caught his son looking “inappropriately” at a woman. The article should still be linked here: https://natepyle.com/seeing-a-woman/
I believe this article had fantastic intentions, that being to help “raise up” a young man’s view of women as “equal human beings” and not objects to be leered and whistled at. But I think a little differently about all this and I’d like to share it here for your thought:
First, I express this alternate view with an open hearted love for women as a species, being a happily married man (actually head over heels in love married) with a teenage daughter, both of whom I’d feel privileged dying for 1,000 times.
I believe that the very nature of any male / female relationship is sexual first and foremost. By this I don’t mean necessarily centering on the sex act. What I mean is that there is a powerful sexual polarity between the male and female energies. We men, as vessels of masculine energy, are inherently attracted to vessels of feminine energy.
I believe that to teach a boy to “rise above” his nature, and to only look at a woman’s eyes (i.e. “I’m up here!) is a travesty. It is not a “rising up” or “graduation”, it is a denying of his very masculine sexual essence, his nature, and denying it does a grave and profound disservice to him and whatever woman he comes in contact with. I would teach a son to really see the woman as she is. This beautiful fountain of feminine energy. Not to be leered and gawked at but to be appreciated it. The essence of the interaction (not necessarily spoken) might go something like this: “Wow, you’re so ***** beautiful. Look at you! Did you come into this room just for me? Thank you for showing up so radiantly. That you for letting me enjoy your breeze for a minute.” And so a woman should be looked at, seen as a WOMAN first and a HUMAN BEING second. Looking at her eyes in the context of avoiding looking at her curves is being “neutral”. When a man tries to be neutral, he becomes “neutered.”
One of the most common observations men (and women) of Central & South America make upon spending time in North America is that men are “feminized”. Instead of embracing their male sexual essence, they are buying into this new notion of not “objectifying” women. God help me for opening my mouth and claiming I know what a woman really wants, but here goes: Women want to be seen. Fully. Completely. They want to be celebrated. And they don’t necessarily want us men to only look them in the eye and see them as a neutral human being or “equal”.
We are focusing too much on “what we have in common.” I say to you all: What makes us different is just about ALL that counts between men and women. It’s the difference that make the magic and creates the polarity. Anything else is just dangerously interesting conversation.
A man can appreciate and really “check out” a woman without it being inappropriate or “cheap.” For me a feminine woman is like a warm breeze. She doesn’t’ even have to be “beautiful” or “hot” in the standard sense, as long as she’s feminine. I love my wife and would never cheat on her or do anything to make her feel uncomfortable or jealous or insecure. But I love being around women because it’s like sitting on a rock on the ocean’s shore on a blistering day and having this wonderful cool breeze wash over me. I deny that when I just look in her eyes and refuse to appreciate the artistic expression of her curves, her radiant feminine shine, the way she tilts her head, and shows the graceful curve of her neck. I love their giggles and unfocused energy. I love to try to be a strong enough vessel, and provide solid enough “riverbanks” to allow their energy … their torrential flood of femininity to shine, to flow, to play like little girls in a sandbox in the warm sun and my God, that is so rejuvenating. We sin when we allow that appreciation to be focused only on thoughts of bumping and grinding, or the opposite: feeling like we’re not being enlightened men because we let our eyes stray south of her neckline. My own wife, faithful to a fault, often says, “Hey, we’re married but that doesn’t mean we’re dead.” She appreciates the dance of these energies as much as I do, and doesn’t apologize for it.
If every man looked at women like this, first and especially his own wife or girlfriend, we wouldn’t dream of having talks like this with our sons.