Camille Paglia needs a straight jacket at times, but I always like her writing. Today, she writes about how women need their version of Viagra, because white-collar society is androgynous, homogeneous, and lacks sensuality.
In the discreet white-collar realm, men and women are interchangeable,
doing the same, mind-based work. Physicality is suppressed; voices are
lowered and gestures curtailed in sanitized office space. Men must
neuter themselves, while ambitious women postpone procreation.
Androgyny is bewitching in art, but in real life it can lead to
stagnation and boredom, which no pill can cure.
Meanwhile, family life has put middle-class men in a bind; they are
simply cogs in a domestic machine commanded by women. Contemporary moms
have become virtuoso super-managers of a complex operation focused on
the care and transport of children. But it’s not so easy to snap over
from Apollonian control to Dionysian delirium.
Nor are husbands offering much stimulation in the male display
department: visually, American men remain perpetual boys, as shown by
the bulky T-shirts, loose shorts and sneakers they wear from preschool
through midlife. The sexes, which used to occupy intriguingly separate
worlds, are suffering from over-familiarity, a curse of the mundane.
There’s no mystery left.
Maybe childless rates in the US are increasing, because nobody is having sex.