As one might imagine, this isn’t a pleasant read. But it’s an urgent and, I think, important one.
I feel that some personal background would be relevant to this review. Please bare with — When I first went to university, I found myself surrounded by a whole load of young men who clearly had little expedience with women. I’d come from a very different background to these guys; I had two sisters with whom I’d always been close; I’d had female friends; I’d had a long-term girlfriend; I’d always been in mix-sex education. Truth be told, I generally felt more comfortable with women — and I’d apparently been isolated from, or been too ignorant to notice, blatant sexism. My childhood had been unconventional, in so much as I was raised abroad until my mid-teens. I hadn’t fully perceived the extent to which women (especially young women) are relentlessly sexualised by society. This was ten years ago now, and since then, I’ve really woken up to a lot.
But, back to those fellow male undergraduates... Very quickly, I realised that these guys had an entirely different outlook regarding what women were to them. For these guys, women weren’t really people. They were objects, and objects to be possessed — to be used, or collected, and ultimately discarded one by one. I had fallen in with a bunch of “The Game” worshiping brutes who genuinely didn’t seem to think of women as being on their level. For them, girls were not seen in terms of human beings. The ways they spoke about women was frankly alien to me. And I was caught so unawares that for a period I didn’t realise the extent, nor the sheer vitriol, of their contempt. The thing is, in other respects, these were cultivated, intelligent and interesting young men. They could hold a conversation about philosophy or politics or art history. They were exceedingly well educated — more so, frankly, than I was. And in many ways I was in awe of them. I felt comparatively inept in a whole host of ways. As a result, it was a while before I cottoned onto quite how toxic the views of this group were.
From the outset, one of them kept urging me to check out this book he’d just finished reading: ‘The Game’. I wasn’t hugely interested, as it sounded naff to me. I’d had girlfriends before, and still wasn’t “over” a long term relationship which had ended prior to my going to university; I wasn’t hugely het up about starting another one. But these guys didn’t want “relationships”. What they wanted was sex. More specifically, they wanted the “conquest” of as many girls as they could. And they genuinely seemed to think that this was a legitimate goal, a way of bettering their status.
I’ll cut the story short there. Essentially, I woke up to what I’d fallen into. And when, as a fairly inexperienced young person, I challenged these guys on their attitudes, they turned on me. They helped make the next year fairly hellish. 18 months into my degree, I ended up quitting that university — in main part because of the relentless backlash I received.
So, no, the preamble above isn’t necessary. But those events really influenced my awareness of the sexism alive in society, and they informed my reading of this book. I’ve spent the last few years uncomfortably aware that sexism doesn’t seem to be going away. Yes, there have been improvements. Many of the more obvious/outward segments of our world seem to be taking steps in the right direction. But what I’m concerned by are the internal beliefs and actions of men. Especially young men and boys. Because what I’ve noticed is a hardening of sexist attitudes, and especially the increasing frequency of what I’d call extreme beliefs — such as the notion that women lie about men raping them.
Laura Bate’s book essentially goes through and brings into sharp relief everything (and more!) that I’ve felt uneasy about for the last five-or-so years regarding sexism. (I suspect that I came to this with more background knowledge than some — I’ve probably spent too much time on the internet!) I’ve been palpably aware of the way women are talked about in, for instance, the world of online gaming. I’ve noticed that it’s apparently fine for blatant misogynists to achieve high office. I am continually disturbed by the way many male acquaintances will talk differently amongst one another when there’s no female presence. I am too frequently sickened by the “banter” that we’re apparently meant to find funny or turn a blind eye to. I am horrified by some of the dating stories I’ve heard narrated by female friends. And I remain bewildered when the connection to hardcore misogyny is never raised as a connecting factor in case after case of mass murder.
There is just so much that I’ve felt needed to be said, that Laura Bates eloquently, straightforwardly and boldly lays out in this book. It is a really compelling and much needed piece of work.
A single niggle: The book focuses almost exclusively on the English-speaking world, and I would very much have liked it to go a little further, broadening things out to an international scale. I appreciate that this would be an even more titanic effort! I say this, because, as someone who’s travelled a lot, these issues are not unique to the West. In my experience, things are actually far worse elsewhere. Violence towards women and girls remains something that far too few people talk about.
The truth seems to be that the internet, and specifically anonymous forums and services such as WhatsApp/Discord/etc., has enabled extremely potent extremism to spread and procreate. It is now blissfully easy for people to become indoctrinated into all sorts of whack beliefs. And I entirely agree with Bates about the fact that these once extreme points of view are increasingly filtering through to mainstream media, popping up in parliaments, locker rooms, classrooms, pub tables.
At any rate — The takeaway: read this book! Everyone should do so. But especially, I feel, parents of boys. So much of the language to do with women that boys come across online (and via gaming) is extreme. Paired with the proliferation of pornography, I can understand how it can become normal to see women as less than human. (Frankly, I am eternally grateful I never had such exposure during my formative years.)
Teachers too need to read this. It’s only through knowing what a problem is that tackling it can become an option. And I really don’t think enough people are fully aware of how deep-seated this stuff is. For a significant, and growing, number of individuals to hate half the human race with such unbridled fervour is genuinely scary. Somehow, this needs to be turned around. Reading ‘Men Who Hate Women’ is an excellent first step. Go do it. Now.