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272 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2008
What compels the designated stronger sex, whose members produce and preserve the work that defines Western culture, to view itself repeatedly as an easy mark for members of the designated sex? If one side is really convinced of its superiority to the other, why the need to issue ceaseless reminders on that score? How can men have at their disposal an arsenal of weapons, including law and custom weighted heavily in their favor, to be used against women—who have, in any tangible sense, zilch—and yet project themselves as defenseless victims ofwomen? (7)This is due, Squire says, to the contradiction between authority and power. Men very definitely have the authority (God-given authority) but they don’t always have the power, particularly in marriage. And boy, does that make them insecure: “In marriage, men cannot help revealing themselves—physically, emotionally, spiritually, sexually, on way or another—to their wives. This is also true in reverse, of course, but the stakes are so much lower that a wife’s exposure can do worse than to confirm the assumption at the heart of patriarchal marriage: Women are inferior to men as servants are inferior to masters, and no one expects much from inferiors. But masters have a hell of a lot to lose and hell of a distance to fall” (8). This heightened sense of power has a flip side: a heightened sense of vulnerability. Men have set themselves up to be such powerful beings that they cannot allow any show of weakness or insecurity. What threatens them is women, and once men identify this problem, they spend centuries trying to address it, creating “a historical constant: Women must be controlled, but women can’t be controlled” (9).
Sculpted in marble or painted on clay, always colossal and always erect, displayed in public squares and private homes, the phallus is to Athens what the cross will be to medieval European towns: all over the place. Citizens can attend to men’s business in town without losing sight of men’s pride and joy, due to the fully engorged marble phalluses sculpted on statues of the gods…One summer morning in 415 BCE, the men of Athens wake up, throw on their togas, and head out of the house to powwow with their peers, expecting as usual to pass one, two, twenty, who knows how many priapic statues. Except that the statues have been castrated. Imagine the horror (59).This (as yet unsolved) mystery is discussed more fully in The Reign of the Phallus and I intend to learn more about it.