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460 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2005
I expected this to have some bits that were ridiculous, b/c everyone knows Goldie is kind of flighty and, well, not exactly known for profound deep-thinking. I encountered some of this fluff and passed on by it, knowing that it was part of who she was, and so that's fine. After all, I was reading this b/c I was after the story being told of her getting from from point A to point B. I finally had enough though, in Chapter 10, entitled as "trusting men."
Basically, in chapter 10 Goldie, in all her wisdom, becomes an apologist for rape culture and explains to us who just don't get it that those poor, pathetic, yet still ever so manly men, have no control over their own gd actions. Therefore, it's to be expected that they will cheat and lie and take advantage of women's bodies b/c, you know, penis. That's right. B/c penis we girls just can't expect them to keep their gd hands to their selves. It's really on us when they fail to treat women like autonomous human beings, b/c we shouldn't expect so much from them.....again, b/c penis.
So, here are some bits I will pull from pages 124-126, which I read out loud to my male room mate. Firstly, her description referencing some previously discussed incidents of men treating her as an object to be possessed and used at will for their amusement, "I had left my rose-tinted family values behind and somehow come to be regarded as a strange sexual object by people who didn’t even know me. I had been leered at and groped almost daily. More than any childhood experience I’d had, even the young man kneeling on my bedroom floor in Takoma Park, the Al Capps and the subway jerks and the seedy bargoers of this city had almost succeeded in breaking my spirit, in making me lose my faith in men."
After that summation Goldie then references a previously described blackout she had been through w/ strangers and neighbors in her apartment, during which no one manhandled her. Therefore, using Goldie logic, the whole of the city was cooperative and everyone behaved in all the burroughs, you know, b/c people in her apartment didn't grope her. Following that, somehow it is supposed to make sense that men act shit b/c it's not their fault. I will jump ahead 2 paragraphs now and let her tell you herself.
"I have since come to learn a lot about men, about why they behave the way they do. Men had to protect their women and children when we were all out roaming the earth. They were the hunters. They became sexual animals that wanted multiple partners. I am so happy I was born a girl, because I have never had to struggle with that innate need to spread my seed or impregnate a mate.
Instead, I have learned over the years to feel a deep understanding for how difficult it is for men just to be male, to have this hormone raging through their blood like a drug. It makes it difficult to control their behavior. Just going out on the street can be hard for men because the sight of a girl in a short skirt, even if she has a bag over her head, ignites them physically. It goes directly to their sexual energy.
Men fight such impulses every day, especially in their prime years, always having to corral themselves because they have a family, a wife or responsibilities, because they have to be good boys, be part of society and hold down a job. We women can’t identify with the frustration that they feel at having to bottle that up. If we could have testosterone shot into us daily and experience what happens to our tempers, our sexual energy and our destructive forces, we would be horrified.
Most important, I no longer blame the male sex. I may not like it when they misbehave or are disrespectful to women; it doesn’t feel good, and, in fact, it hurts. But then I try to summon my higher self, the one that gets to observe, and look at the bigger picture. Only then can I see what happened and understand that when they say, “But I love you, honey, it didn’t mean anything,” the sad part is that for them, it didn’t.
The man who jerked off in front of me at the Peppermint Box probably went home to his wife and kids. Similarly, the photographer who groped me in the darkroom, or the two thugs on the subway. If I had acted differently, if I had responded to their advances, it wouldn’t have made any difference to them. They would merely have satisfied an urge, like scratching an itch, and—as sure as eggs are eggs—the itch would have come back sooner rather than later, with someone else."
So there you have it. After reading this I was all, "wtf,?!" So I checked the publishing date, thinking this has to be some old bullshit. Nope. 2005, people. Not even last century, but rather barely more than a mere decade ago she was writing this condescending, apologist crap for dispensation to the unenlightened masses. Nevermind that this line of thinking has been repeatedly debunked on all sides, or that it turns men into mindless, penis-driven automatons. We ladies could never have any designs at promiscuity, and we certainly never hunted in the past, so there's no way we could ever grasp the male sex-drive. Of course, it has nothing to do w/ entitled men in a patriarchal culture, or w/ unreigned desires for power, and fragile, overly inflated male egos hyped up on the myths of masculinity. Nah. That's obviously just hogwash....b/c testosterone (which, by the way Goldie, women have their fair share of), and b/c penis. Women of course were never historically attempting to procreate as much as possible so as to ensure the survival of the gene pool....no, that's solely the domain of penis-wielders, according to the all-wise, all-knowing Goldie. (ffs.)
So, like I said, I read that out loud to my male room mate. He got this scrunched up look on his face, and then sighed. He said, "She's been married to Kurt Russell for too long." I said, "I can't believe Kate Hudson is her daughter," which he apparently hadn't known, and also found to be surprising. Why? B/c Kate doesn't come off as so approval-needy, particularly when we are talking about men. Although I could be very wrong, since I obviously do not know her, I get the impression Hudson would not hesitate to tell some guy to get bent when appropriate, much as I felt like telling her mom after reading that garbage.
Like I said, I'd already let a bunch of stuff go just to arrive at the crap-show at the end of that chapter. So I called it done. Decided I didn't care how she got to point B if I was going to have to wade through muddy thinking such as that. In this case, the lotus that grew here was perhaps Hudson, from the shallow and murky universe inhabited by her muddled-thinking mother. That was my take-away, and I can honestly say I wish Goldie had taken this chance to show her image of fluff-brain blonde was just an image. What this book demonstrated, however, was that in this case, the image seems to be spot-on. She may be a nice person, idk, but even if so, that wouldn't mean she has any idea what the heck she's talking about. I'll stick to the science, thank you. (Incidentally Goldie, that science says the crap you are ever so convinced of here, is bullshit. It's easy to find information, if you are ever inclined to do so.)