His Hypothetical Partner
From that organ of Our Betters – the New York Times Magazine – a question of throbbing import:
Because intimate relationships, even love, must, it seems, have political utility. It’s like dating, but For The Cause.
However,
Again, note the subordination of attraction, love, a lifelong bond, to a predetermined political goal. Readers are welcome to speculate as to how a sufficiently brown and exotic mate might regard her supposed utility as a tool to “combat racism.” Being a component of someone else’s strategy.
Oh, there’s more:
I know, ladies. He’s such a catch. You’re ovulating as I type.
One might call that neuroticism. Or a warning sign.
And so, the language of amour now includes the terms implicit bias and kyriarchy. Oh silver-tongued charmer. If readers sense the presence of an elaborate, rather contrived sorting fetish, well, hold that thought.
And what woman wouldn’t be charmed by the comparison with sprouts, kale, and other bitter foods? You see, ladies, if he can overcome the initial revulsion, and if he can suppress the gag reflex for long enough, he may, in time, find you palatable. You’d be the fibre in his diet.
Update:
If the contortions above sound familiar, you may be thinking of this item here. In which, Melissa Fabello, a “community educator” and former editor of Everyday Feminism, insists that “when you’re a white person in an interracial relationship, there’s this whole – ohhh, ya know – white supremacy thing hanging in the air.” A “white supremacy thing” that “has to be acknowledged – and dealt with – constantly.”
Ms Fabello’s ideal interracial relationship is, it turns out, one based on mutual awkwardness and regular confessions of “whiteness,” and in which any sexual activity “should be considered in relation to social power.” Which, again, does rather suggest an elaborate fetish. A weird, neurotic kink.
Oh, and according to Ms Fabello, if your partner-of-colour’s family-of-colour don’t want to meet you, a person of pallor, or have you in their home, then, obviously, this is all your fault. Because “you represent an oppressive system” by “virtue of your privileges.”
Such are the agonies of the pious.
I had to ask…
Dicentra, David:
Just, are we completely sure that it wasn’t Melissa Fabiello who fabricated the Ethicist essay? (Striving to capture new ethical commanding heights, her previous moral high ground having slipped a bit?)
Random Thought: I assign Ethicist Essay a degree of difficulty of +3. Model: The Leith police dismisseth us.
Tesseract.
I’ve got a tenner that says she is the author. The voice in the OP article wasn’t a dude’s. She’s decided to “help” men along in their racial enlightenment journey.
Imagine trying to explain today to any other time, ever.
You know 50s teachers and such would blame rock and roll.
@dicentra,
Related, sort of.
@veeshir,
Allow me to introduce you to Robert Hugh Benson’s Lord of the World, currently being presented by Mark Steyn.
Don’t tell Jordan Peterson where it is!
I don’t think it works that way David. But these days with the wonders of the internet, who knows what’s possible?
Weird. I dated and married a black man; we had no cultural differences to ponder and no need for constant navel-gazing. We didn’t have to “put forth more effort,” blah, blah, blah. Funny how when one is not seeing another person as some sort of anthropology project, one bonds easily over shared interests (sports, singing, humor) and mutual attraction.
And contra Ms Fabello, his family welcomed me; and though we are split lo these many years, I still visit them regularly (and he visits my family).
Or at least an emulsified high fat offal tube.