Reading this book reminded me of when I read Philosophy in the Bedroom by the Marquis de Sade. The primary impulse of Females appears identical to that of de Sade’s writings. Rather than saying anything profound about the human condition, it merely represents the confused ramblings of a disordered mind, which mistakes its own psychological hang-ups and perversions as revelations of basic truths about human nature. But Chu, like de Sade, seems oblivious that her empty assertions would only appear meaningless and ridiculous to average people, if they would even read them. The fact is, that most of these people won’t, because they’re not interested in this kind of narcissistic, transgressive navel-gazing, and have better, more meaningful things to spend their time on.
I like to challenge myself sometimes, and read things that I don’t expect to agree with. Thus I picked out Females after seeing it referenced in an article. I guess that I was biased against this book to begin with, but even accounting for that bias, I think I can objectively say there’s very little valuable or meaningful content here. Chu is shallow and adolescent in her thinking, constantly self-contradictory, and overuses the cheap trick of using shock to create the illusion of profundity. “Everyone is female” she announces, because being female amounts to some kind of passive state of being, in which we are subjected to the dominance of others, made objects of their desires. Men, understanding this, forced women into the position of being female in order to hide their own insecurity about their own female natures. Yet at the same time, they also desire to be female (thus explaining the appeal of certain kinds of pornography, which are coincidentally the kinds that Andrea Long Chu happens to be interested in herself).
It’s incoherent, which Chu admits in passing, yet still continues on as if she is communicating something deep. In the process we learn a lot about her obsession with the works of Valerie Solanas, whose ravings seem to form the majority of the foundation of Chu’s writings here. Again, we are searching for explanations for the universal experiences of human beings from not only atypical, but literally insane examples–this is clearly the right approach! (Sarcasm, if that’s not clear). Chu also reaches fairly liberally for support from the outdated and laughable theories of Sigmund Freud, telling us such things as “The little boy, traumatized by the discovery that his mother has no penis, and fearing lest the same fate befall his own, looks for reassurance to an object that can replace that penis–a high-heeled shoe, for instance, or the touch of velvet.”
Speaking from the experience of someone who was once a little boy who, on discovering that his mother didn’t have a penis, was admittedly a little surprised but in no way traumatized, and never even contemplated the possibility that his own penis might be somehow imperiled by this fact, I can say conclusively that both Freud’s and Chu’s claims are complete bullshit. Freud, I suspect, was also somewhat deranged, and projected this derangement upon the entire human race with his theories about penis envy and Oedipal complexes. As I said, most relatively well-adjusted and healthy-minded people will, on a little reflection, realize that all this stuff is just bizarre nonsense that doesn’t apply to them in the least. Perhaps there are some few, like Andrea Long Chu, to whom it has the ring of truth, but this is surely a small club. Sadly, this club seems to be rather concentrated in groups of people who consider themselves intellectuals and who are driven by their obsessions to project their own images onto the world. This is the only way I can explain that Freud’s theories had as much as success as they did.
Anyway, this review is not supposed to be about Freud, but about Andrea Long Chu and her book Females. To continue: it’s a mercifully short piece of garbage, written by a clearly narcissistic and pretentious pseudo-philosopher and wanna-be artist. In fact, it’s actually rather painfully pathetic to read Chu’s narration of her long hours of work on a major art project from her student days: a prepared piano which she admits was “an artwork no one would ever care about”–this speaks volumes about Chu’s mindset, perhaps unintentionally, though I’m not sure about that. Given the way Chu defines the quality of female, perhaps there is a strategy of deliberate self-humiliation here. But either way, it’s clear that Chu is someone who is desperate to feel important and brilliant, despite her insistence that, as a female, she also apparently wants to be a vacuous receptacle for others’ desires.
Females drips with implicit misogyny as well, though Chu tries to mask this by wordplay, in which she detaches the meanings of such words as “female”, “woman”, “sex” and “gender” from any of their accepted meanings. So, with some smoke and mirrors, she can appear to be saying something liberating (“women don’t have to be females”, “even men are females”) but at the same time, her own personal recounting of her transition from a man into a transgender woman belies the fact that she still largely identifies “female” with “woman.”
In the end, Females reads like a rather too long essay by an undergraduate student who has mistakenly judged herself to be about 50% more clever than she actually is. In fact, the book amounts to little more than a set of cliff notes on Valerie Solanas’ play Up Your Ass, splashed with excerpts from her Psychology 101 notes on Sigmund Freud, and intertwined with some autobiography. The main thesis that “everyone is female” is supported only by changing the accepted definitions of words and treating subjective experiences as universal.
However, I suspect that the failure of this book to offer any real intellectual substance is not that important, as that is not really Chu's point (whether she's aware of it or not). In reality, the primary purpose of the text, which becomes clear as you read between the lines, appears to be self-justification, and seen in that light, it’s rather sad and pathetic. Andrea Long Chu is someone who is clearly very insecure about her identity, and always has been, and Females is her attempt to interpret reality in a way that validates herself, to convince herself that her own neuroses are actually fundamental to the human experience.