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Sex panic makes it hard to keep your stories straight

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I already took a small swipe at this piece by David Brooks, but I thought it deserved a longer examination, because it fits into the millenia-old tradition of sex panics inspired by new technology.  Until I heard a lecture about it at the (where else?) Sex Tech conference, I had never realized how much a sex panic inevitably follows the development of a new technology, at least one that broadens people’s horizons through geography, art, or communication.  It’s also funny to me how people forget so easily.  Take this line, for instance:

Once upon a time — in what we might think of as the “Happy Days” era — courtship was governed by a set of guardrails.

Hey David, the kids these days are calling it the “Mad Men” era.  But it’s funny, because the era he paints as so idyllic and peaceful, where kids did where they were told and no one had invented sex yet, was actually an era of extreme moral, sexual panic over rabid social and technological changes.  If Brooks was living in that era, he’d be writing alarmist columns about the evils of “Negro music”, the electric guitar, jukeboxes and sock hops.  He’d be bemoaning the promiscuity that comes once kids start dancing by themselves, instead of with partners.  And the availability of privacy in cars, especially at drive-ins, would send him over the edge.

Brooks is upset over the explosion in popularity of text messaging on cell phones, which he links to promiscuity and the breakdown of Twue Wuv, which he argues can only be achieved by strongly limiting your options.  And apparently, text messaging makes it easier (?) to have a number of potential partners on a string, so you can hedge your bets and sample the goods.  As a number of Double X bloggers pointed out, comparing this negatively to the 50s is incoherent, since the 50s was an era where that kind of automatic monogamy after a date or two wasn’t expected at all, and both sexes were encouraged to hedge their bets by going on as many dates as possible with as many different people.  And monogamy was only undertaken after you were “pinned”, which required having a formal discussion.  Granted, people weren’t having sex with as many partners then, but other than that, we’re actually reverting to form. 

But what teed me off was the way that Brooks contradicts himself.  His thesis is that young people involved in these dating schemes of having first and second stringers, and using cell phones to organize your options, are scriptless and flailing.

There were certain accepted social scripts. The purpose of these scripts — dating, going steady, delaying sex — was to guide young people on the path from short-term desire to long-term commitment.

Over the past few decades, these social scripts became obsolete.

He blames feminism, technology, and a sliding regard for etiquette. But what he describes is a very rules-laden, etiquette-conscious script for modern dating, completely contradicting himself.

Often the diarists will be on the verge of spending the evening with one partner, when a text arrives from another with a potentially better offer. To guard against not being chosen at all, Yang writes, “everyone is on somebody’s back-burner, and everybody has a back-burner of their own, which they maintain with open-ended texts.”

The atmosphere is fluid, like an eBay auction. This leads to a series of marketing strategies. You don’t want to appear too enthusiastic. You want to invent detached nicknames for partners. “Make plans to spend day with the One Who Cries,” a paralegal, 26, from the East Village writes. You want to appear bulletproof as you move confidently through the transactions. “I have a Stage Five Clinger on my hands,” a TV producer writes. “He asks me to hang out again this coming Sunday. I do not respond.”

The very existence of terms like “Stage Five Clinger” imply that not only are there rules, but they’re well-spelled out and violating them comes at great social cost.  There’s no obstacles now?! But he describes a world laden with obstacles, where getting a date is contingent on putting together a well-finessed package and avoiding behaviors that make people feel awkward.  Emily Post could have a field day describing the various rules, spoken and non, governing this “market” that Brooks describes.  He moans that love can only happen with “scripts”, but on the contrary, it seems to me that love is the sort of thing that tends to break through the stratified rules of etiquette, be it the etiquette of then or the etiquette of now.  Brooks leans on Bruce Springsteen as some emblem of the old ways of doing love, which goes to show how incoherent he is, because Springsteen’s love songs are often about how love exists outside social constraint, and how social constraint can be fatal to love.  If this really was more a free for all, it would be more conducive to love.  But like I said, I think it’s just a different era with a different set of rules, but one that has rules nonetheless.

There’s a lot of irony in hanging this sex/moral panic on text messaging, especially if you’re going to hang it all on a sniffing regard for the importance of etiquette.  That’s because text messaging has been a great boon to improved social behavior.  Oh sure, no one likes it when they’re being ignored because someone’s text messaging someone else, but it’s a fuck ton better than being subjected to someone else’s cell phone call, isn’t it?  (I’m not especially annoyed by either texting or cell phone calls in public, but I know some people are.  But when one annoys me, it’s invariably the loud cell phone call in an inappropriate place.)  Text messages also politely minimize the amount of time spent on quick interactions.  They also allow people unsure of the exact script for a certain situation to craft their words very carefully, and really think about what they’re going to say. Brooks bemoans that people can craft very specific images of themselves, but etiquette has always been about that, and text messages level the playing field a little for people that might be overeager or nervous, and need a little space to ape the same social rules the more confident can handle with ease.  In fact, the general boon that text messaging has been to social relations really points to the how these kind of technology-inspired moral panics are just that, panics and not some sort of logic-based concern. No matter how flaw-free a technological improvement, I guarantee you some old fogeys are going to write screeds about how this technology means the kids are doing more sex stuff these days, and oh the humanity.

 

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Posted by Amanda Marcotte on 08:20 PM • (71) Comments

Brooks is upset over the explosion in popularity of text messaging on cell phones, which he links to promiscuity and the breakdown of Twue Wuv

I blame the outbreak of promiscuity on two factors, (1) promiscuity is an unalloyed good, (2) reliable contraception decouples sex and reproduction.

Text messaging is a medium of communication, it did not lead to the discovery of sex.  That happened way earlier.

Comment #1: Richard Goblin  on  11/05  at  03:34 AM

Yuck. David Brooks. The thing that infuriates me about Brooks’ columns is that they take the tone of a folksy chat on the porch with grandpa, and then use the folksiness to smuggle in controversial political and moral propositions without solid analysis. Thus the columns never seem as unpersuasive as they are. In the column cited here, for example, why is long-term commitment so wonderful and acting on short-term desire (accepting arguendo Brooks’ crude dichotomy) so nefarious? It’s never explained. And it ought to be, since the long-term commitments and social contexts Brooks fetishizes were sexist, anti-gay, and poisonous to happiness for both the men and women stuck in them.

Comment #2: Luke  on  11/05  at  03:35 AM

They also allow people unsure of the exact script for a certain situation to craft their words very carefully, and really think about what they’re going to say. Brooks bemoans that people can craft very specific images of themselves, but etiquette has always been about that, and text messages level the playing field a little for people that might be overeager or nervous, and need a little space to ape the same social rules the more confident can handle with ease.

Sounds like a letter.  Hey David, you may be right!  Maybe it’s the written word that is the Devil’s Workshop.  You should cease producing any more words henceforth.  I’m just thinking of your immortal soul, that’s all.

Comment #3: DonnaDiva  on  11/05  at  03:39 AM

n the column cited here, for example, why is long-term commitment so wonderful and acting on short-term desire (accepting arguendo Brooks’ crude dichotomy) so nefarious? It’s never explained. And it ought to be, since the long-term commitments and social contexts Brooks fetishizes were sexist, anti-gay, and poisonous to happiness for both the men and women stuck in them.

Luke, I think you answer your own question there.  Acting on short-term desire is never a problem if you’re a wealthy white straight man.  Monogamous opposite marriage and/or celibacy are the socially acceptable routes for women, gays, and non-rich straight men.  This has nothing to do with text messaging.  David Brooks resents the ability of people who are not rich straight white men to enjoy (relatively) NSA sex.

Comment #4: DonnaDiva  on  11/05  at  04:16 AM

I was a kid in the 1950s “Happy days” and even I remember the sex panic—Elvis would ruin the teens with so much sexhy dance moves! (But both my babysitter and I had a crush on him, and I remember eyeing Elvis wallets at Woolworth’s.) Negro music bad!

‘course there were other more reasonable panics of the period: I suffered a recurring mushroom cloud nightmare in which the world was destroyed. our house first (not helped any by those grammer school air raid drills where we ducked and covered our heads against possible nuclear radiation.)

My babysitter got knocked up at 16—but not by Elvis, or rock and roll—and she was quickly set ‘50s straight into a shotgun wedding, that would be the wet dream of conservatives today. If only they could marry off all those teenage girls having teh sex…

Marriage turned out to be more damaging than Elvis: by 30 my babysitter had given birth to three children, but no longer sported a full set of teeth.

Which was more object lesson to me, than the dangers of rock ‘n roll.

Comment #5: judybrowni  on  11/05  at  04:41 AM

On another note, I picked up a hard copy of the LA Times yesterday and there was a turd of a column by Jonah Goldberg just staring out at me from the op ed page.

I’d normally skip him online, but on paper somehow I felt cursed to read it and him: in which Johan fulminated that the conservatives hadn’t had much of an opportunity to force the country to live the conservative ideal during the Bush Regime (and Republican Congress in the Clinton years.) He still wanted his little bitty government hamstrung from being able to spend shit, nope even Katrina wasn’t starvation enuf for him, apparently.

Nope, conservatives deserved another bite at that small government, tax-cuts galore, apple. And stamping his little feet, they’d better get that sometime soon!

Comment #6: judybrowni  on  11/05  at  04:50 AM

No matter how flaw-free a technological improvement, I guarantee you some old fogeys are going to write screeds about how this technology means the kids are doing more sex stuff these days, and oh the humanity.

Here’s the scary thing - we will most likely be those old fogeys.

I mean sexting and VR porn was all well and good back in our day, but these kids and their direct neural interfaces - they’re having orgies in public and you never know!  And worse yet, they can be putting your face on any of the actors - that kid smiling at you on the multitrans is probably ravaging you in multiple sordid ways in his head and sharing it with others.

It wasn’t like that back in our day.

Comment #7: Phoenician in a time of Romans  on  11/05  at  05:02 AM

As a number of Double X bloggers pointed out, comparing this negatively to the 50s is incoherent, since the 50s was an era where that kind of automatic monogamy after a date or two wasn’t expected at all, and both sexes were encouraged to hedge their bets by going on as many dates as possible with as many different people.

This kind of “what happened to the dating rules?” freak out seems to happen every generation even as generations mimic each other. I remember my mom freaking out because I didn’t actually go on formal “dates” in high school like she did in the early 60’s. I had a large group of friends and we would sometimes be romantically and/or sexually involved with someone in the group and occasionally with someone outside. But there was hardly ever a formal date. Even for our formal dances. My grandmother, who was born in 1917, chimed in at one time during this repeated discussion. She said her friends did it the same way. If you needed a “date” for a formal you picked someone from the group otherwise everyone just hung out and had fun with each other. She even made a little hand gesture to make sure we understood what she meant by “fun”. That sure as shit shut my mom up.

Comment #8: shakahi  on  11/05  at  05:10 AM

Brooks’s sole purpose in life is to shill for the ultra-rich far-right-wing corporate oligarchy. I’m having some trouble figuring out how this column furthers that end, but I’m sure it does. Anyone got any ideas?

Comment #9: PhysioProf  on  11/05  at  05:11 AM

Brooks’s sole purpose in life is to shill for the ultra-rich far-right-wing corporate oligarchy. I’m having some trouble figuring out how this column furthers that end, but I’m sure it does. Anyone got any ideas?

Oh oh!  Pick me!  Text messaging facilitates the proles having Teh Sex, which makes them more likely to “teabag” with consenting partners, and less likely to be angry enough to show up at teabagger rallies with poorly-spelled signs expressing hatred toward the Negro President, who is probably having Teh Sex with his hot wife.  Angry teabaggers who aren’t “teabagging” in the fun way are useful to the likes of David Brooks and those for whom he shills.

Comment #10: DonnaDiva  on  11/05  at  05:28 AM

*sigh*
Does David Brooks KNOW anyone under tha age of 30?

At the moment, I’m watching my daughter’s first string/back burner situation implode. All I can do is hug her and tell her “Sweetie, you knew it was coming. Deal.”

Every generation has their panic, a lot of it media fueled. Somehow sending sexy text messages doesn’t strike me as much different than having sexy AIM chats or sending smutty email (I’ve read panics about both of those: everyone online is a predator waiting for YOUR lamb!).

Of course, I’m not worried abut my kids *gasp* Having Teh SexX0rs! Yeah, they’re gonna. We did. Acceptance goes a long way toward lowering blood pressure really.

Comment #11: Angelia Sparrow  on  11/05  at  07:14 AM

Shorter David Brooks: “I wasn’t getting laid as a young man, and I’m still mad about it.”

Comment #12: La Lubu  on  11/05  at  08:36 AM

Cars, pants for women, short skirts, telephones, radios, cell phones, texting, email, lunch, vans, motels, dance music, birth control, rubber armbands, glitter, body spray, sagging pants on men, two-piece bathing suits and the revealing of the second vulva: the navel, plus the unisex bathroom on Ally McBeal all ruined civilization.

That’s why Lady Gaga will always be rumored to be a man: only a eunuchy dude in leggings could be the true Herald of the Apocalypse.

Comment #13: 3letterjon  on  11/05  at  09:03 AM

Maybe David Brooks would find the first line of the Wikipedia entry on Happy Days useful:

Happy Days is an American television sitcom that originally aired from 1974 to 1984 on ABC. The show presents an idealized vision of life in mid 1950s to mid 1960s America.

Republicans have turned the 1950s into their very own role-playing game environment.  We nerds did the same thing with the Middle Ages.  But at least we recognize that if we lived then, relatively few of us would have been knights, the potential for acquiring gold would be slim at best, and dragons and magic were as wholly fictional as a decade without teenage sexuality.

Comment #14: Billingham  on  11/05  at  09:26 AM

Oh, David Brooks: in my fantasy liberal takeover of the USA, he’s one of the first people up against a wall in front of a machine gun. A man can dream.

The central premise of any David Brooks column is that “we ought to want to work harder to incrementally further enrich our reptilian corporate overlords.” Whatever topic he takes on, from whatever angle, will ultimately argue that X is harmful because it takes money out of our RCOs’ pockets or Y is helpful because it makes our RCOs wealthier. Logic? Reasoning? Concern for actual facts? None of it matters: he sticks to the same script of claiming to be a “moderate” then arguing for the most retrograde policy possible.

There were really only two points in that column: sexting takes kids away from the path to long-term commitment imposed from outside, and it’s the fault of feminism. Both of these are examples of the “X is harmful because it takes money out of our RCOs’ pockets argument.” If young people could only be constrained to patriarchal social roles, they would be less inclined to use their talents outside the corporate system. It doesn’t matter that this argument is obviously absurd and immoral: Brooks will do what he does best, which is slather on a big heapin’ spatulafull of words designed to make it seem superficially reasonable, and conservative dipshits reading the “moderate” Brooks in the “liberal” NYT will point to it and say, “See? Even these responsible liberals think sexual freedom is wrong.”

Seriously, up against a wall.

Comment #15: felagund  on  11/05  at  09:31 AM

Is anyone else as panicked as I am that they’re NOT getting the sexy sex text messages? WHAT AM I DOING WRONG? WHY HAS TECHNOLOGY ABANDONED ME!?

Comment #16: Seize  on  11/05  at  09:41 AM

The sexual revolution was about cars not the pill.  The necessary ingredients were privacy and mobility.  The professor of mine who talked about it pointed out that the sexual revolution that “should” have happened in the 1930s got pushed back to the 1960s by The Depression, WWII and their aftermath, the Fifties.  Watch the pre-Code movies of the early Thirties to see what the moral norms of the time really were.  Well,  at least the one of the bounds of acceptably morality, probably about what Sex and the City is to the life of a single urban woman today, not necessarily “real” but recognizable.

Comment #17: East of Weston  on  11/05  at  09:42 AM

YOu know what leads to promiscuity?  This new-fangled reading stuff.  If we’d only make the effort to become illiterate, like our forefathers, we’d have a much more moral society . . .

Comment #18: rea  on  11/05  at  10:43 AM

There were certain accepted social scripts. The purpose of these scripts — dating, going steady, delaying sex — was to guide young people on the path from short-term desire to long-term commitment.

No, long-term commitment was caused by unintended pregnancies, shotgun weddings, and financial and social dependence of spouses on each other.

Comment #19: bananacat  on  11/05  at  10:53 AM

Brooks’s sole purpose in life is to shill for the ultra-rich far-right-wing corporate oligarchy. I’m having some trouble figuring out how this column furthers that end, but I’m sure it does. Anyone got any ideas?

It’s just Brooksie using false nostalgia to uphold his part of his Straussian bargain: convincing selfish Boomers that it’s okey-dokey to abandon all their progressive ‘60s values (which they’ll still take credit for and wear as a superficial “Bourgeois Bohemian” consumer mantle) and vote for the sort of right-winger politicians and policies they used to mock. Read everything that this hack neoCon whore writes through that lens and it all makes sense.

Comment #20: Gracchus.  on  11/05  at  11:07 AM

Shorter David Brooks: “I wasn’t getting laid as a young man, and I’m still mad about it.”

I don’t know how these people can go on rants about how much it sucks that kids are getting laid and enjoying it without realizing what it makes them sound like. Who celebrates things like shotgun weddings besides the kind of guy who would never have gotten a wife if getting a girl pregnant didn’t allow you to trap her into marriage? Who cares if the girl you like has someone else on the “back burner” unless you’re sure this is the last date you will ever have? Dump her and find someone who actually does like you; don’t whine that the world isn’t interested in tiptoeing around your feelings.

Comment #21: junk science  on  11/05  at  11:13 AM

Brooks’s sole purpose in life is to shill for the ultra-rich far-right-wing corporate oligarchy. I’m having some trouble figuring out how this column furthers that end, but I’m sure it does. Anyone got any ideas?

I didn’t touch on this in the column, because it’s becoming less true every day—-but since conservatives are always about 5 years behind the trends, I think it’s safe to say—-that there’s an unstated racial panic in all this.  Brooks tips his hand in the first paragraph, but then drops it. But while text message has been embraced by older middle class and upper class white people, for a long time, it was mostly a trend amongst younger, poorer, and darker people in the U.S. There’s probably a million reasons for this, and the big one is that cohort was the first to start dropping land lines in favor of cell phones when cell phones became cheaper.  I’d also argue that texting tended to be embraced in urban areas, especially dense ones, first for the reasons I describe—-it’s less intrusive for people around you.  Certain spaces encourage experimenting with texting more than others—-riding public transportation, schools, nightclubs, standing in line at the grocery store.  In other words, places where you can devote more attention but less noise.  So when you’re talking the sort of people who are in those spaces a lot, you’re talking a younger and more racially diverse group.  So I suspect that Brooks is engaging in old-fashioned dog whistle race panic.

Which is both sick and kind of funny, since like I said, text messaging lost its connotations as being the habit of non-white people, urban people, poorer people, and younger people a long time ago.

Comment #22: Amanda Marcotte  on  11/05  at  11:19 AM

David Brooks is a fairly talented bullshit artist. He’s good at folkiness. He’s good at vague emotionality, the kind that convinces children and stupid adults. If you read David Brooks for a while, you notice he slips vague statements of belief into narratives. The kind of statements which are nothing on a level of logos, but have a pathos associated. His statements don’t make sense and they aren’t really supposed to. They are supposed to make people nod in agreement and then forget what the point was. If you ever asked Brooks for a more detailed explanation, I doubt he could give it and I suspect he would be offended on some level. I suspect he would consider that like asking him to take off his clothes, and would even think it was immoral to ask.

Comment #23: atheist  on  11/05  at  11:22 AM

Or, put more succinctly, Brooks has an obsession with the idea that rural middle America is Real America, and they were the last to pick up texting, therefore it’s evil.  But they did pick it up, for what it’s worth.

Comment #24: Amanda Marcotte  on  11/05  at  11:23 AM

When people my age (40s) started travelling in mixed gender packs, there was a moral panic.  Most cases, there was nothing going on with anybody - just social support and friendship.  But the baby boomers and older were freaking over Generation X back then.

Just like people freaked over the free love stuff.  And freaked over people dating in cars.  And freaked over the wild party atmosphere that accompanied the war effort and big band era in most cities.  And freaked over the 1920s ....

lets call it what it is: an unhealthy obsession with the sex lives of young people.  As a parent of a teen and a preteen, my approach is to provide information on safe and ethical sexuality and condoms and regular medical check ups and butt out.  Unfortunately, people view their kids and grandkids’ sex lives like some soap opera.

Comment #25: Ms Kate  on  11/05  at  11:33 AM

OMT ... I had to laugh when SEXTING OMG!!!! showed up.  I had a pretty good idea what my sexually active friends’ partners looked like naked because ... I SAW POLAROIDS!

Quoting ecclesiastes here ... nothing new under the sun.

Comment #26: Ms Kate  on  11/05  at  11:34 AM

Didn’t, like, every other conservative wanker get in on this panic six months ago?  Talk about being behind the times—he’s even behind compared to his own kind.

Comment #27: rowmyboat  on  11/05  at  11:36 AM

Brooks has an obsession with the idea that rural middle America is Real America

Which is funny, because he doesn’t actually know that much about rural middle America (”Boo-Boos in Paradise”, Philadelphia Magazine, April 2004, by Sasha Issenberg).

Comment #28: atheist  on  11/05  at  11:36 AM

Medieval chivalry?

He ain’t just over-idealizing the 1950s, he’s over-idealizing the 1150s.

Chivalry had as much to do with real knights as the Fonz had to do with real greasers. I’m just surprised Brooks didn’t mention bundling boards, the over-idealized sexual item of the 1750s.

Comment #29: Sarcastro  on  11/05  at  11:47 AM

Funny thing is, my parents came of age in the 1950s and were constantly talking about how the whole “script” that Brooks is flogging here was bogus and didn’t work and wrecked lives and was completely ignored and all of that.

Brooks takes the attitude that “well, it worked and all these crazy people just abandoned it because they wanted to be immoral”.  The reality I heard from my elders was that it DIDN’T work, save as a means of shame-laced social control, and was abandoned once a sufficient number of people called bullshit on it.

Comment #30: Ms Kate  on  11/05  at  11:57 AM

Sarcastro, my son was having an extended Facebook chat with a female friend rather than do his homework.  I sent him an IM saying that I was going to invite her over for hot cocoa and bundling on the next snow day if he didn’t wrap it up and get to that math project due the next day.  He responded:
I
hate
you
so
much
!
!

And got to work.

Comment #31: Ms Kate  on  11/05  at  12:06 PM

Mother Avenger also came of age in the 50s, and she once told us about how half the women in the 1954 graduating class of Notre Dame Girls High School, San Jose, CA, got married after graduating because they wanted to find out what sex was about, and that was the only way for a “good” Catholic girl to do so with the approval of the Church.

Comment #32: Dark Avenger Guardian Chow Mein  on  11/05  at  12:24 PM

The only text messages I ever get are pictures of cats and dogs, confirmations of dinner reservations, and the occasional Amber Alert.

Maybe sex really does end at 40.  *pouts*

Comment #33: litbrit  on  11/05  at  12:27 PM

Says Amanda:

hey also allow people unsure of the exact script for a certain situation to craft their words very carefully, and really think about what they’re going to say. Brooks bemoans that people can craft very specific images of themselves, but etiquette has always been about that, and text messages level the playing field a little for people that might be overeager or nervous, and need a little space to ape the same social rules the more confident can handle with ease.

Why do I love technology? THIS is why I love technology. Unfortunately, I’m still helpless in meatspace. I’m like a deer in the headlights. An anthill in an 8 year-old’s yard.

I blame the outbreak of promiscuity on two factors, (1) promiscuity is an unalloyed good, (2) reliable contraception decouples sex and reproduction.

Hallelujah, Richard. Sex and promiscuity rock. Even if David Brooks could construct a logically coherent argument, his premises need closer examination.

Comment #34: grolby  on  11/05  at  12:34 PM

Has David Brooks ever been laid?  I think we should hear more about Brooks’s sex life.  He seems so caught up in all of ours.  Perhaps we can do a little Truth or Dare.  You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.

I’m betting this guy hasn’t gotten past 2nd base since the late 80s, which may explain his fascination with all things Clenis.

But, seriously, what is it with 60 year old columnists writing extended diatribes about teenage sex.  Can’t he just go down to the Dominican Republic and hook up with a teenage prostitute, like the rest of his right wing buddies?

Comment #35: Zifnab  on  11/05  at  12:46 PM

“I think we should hear more about Brooks’s sex life.”

Um, no.

The inevitable massive hypocrisy we’d find out about would never balance out the general disgust of TMI…

Comment #36: MikeEss  on  11/05  at  12:50 PM

I would ask Mr. Brooks if he’s ever heard of a semi-famous New Yorker…Mickey Mantle.  Not everyone in the 50’s and 60’s was Roger Maris.  I think people discount the level of prostitution and rape.  How consensual is sex between a family member and a domestic servant (cook, cleaner, child care) back in the Jim Crow era?  How consensual was the sex between Pete (?) and the au pair in Mad Men?  Is that type of behavior more or less common today than it was in the 50’s?

Comment #37: winstongator  on  11/05  at  12:51 PM

Didn’t, like, every other conservative wanker get in on this panic six months ago?  Talk about being behind the times—he’s even behind compared to his own kind.

Well, he does write for the NYT—while it gives him the advantage of reaching his target audience,  the paper of record’s risk-averse tech-trend reporting is also notorious for being 6 months behind the curve. Combine that with Brooksie’s supposed desire to bring back the 1950s that never were and it’s extra pathetic.

Comment #38: Gracchus.  on  11/05  at  12:52 PM

In many ways it isn’t about reviving the 50s but rather about refighting the 60s, as it so often is with conservatives.  There’s a huge segment of the American population that is still freaked out and frightened by the fact that the 60s counterculture (for all of its other failures and problems) stood squarely and honestly and loudly for the premise that it was better to fuck strangers than kill them.  They represent a specific demographic which will always put “sex is worse than anything else” at the top of the priority list, people who find bombing people in other countries “moral” and blowjobs “immoral”

And to answer those who wondered what Brooks’ corporate angle in this is, I can answer: if he can make the sex-terrified rubes say, “yes!  he gets it!  He thinks the way I do so he’s a smart guy!” then he can more easily sell them the corporate ideology which will in the end cost them their jobs and pension funds and health care.

Comment #39: seeker6079  on  11/05  at  12:52 PM

I haven’t heard of the term “going steady” since the Nick at Nite shows from the 50’s and 60’s. That surely suggests to me that you dated a lot of people at once, and only after finding one you liked would you date them exclusively.

Comment #40: Seebach  on  11/05  at  12:58 PM

@ Dark Avenger Guardian Chow Mein

Hell, both of my siblings married young—at 21, a few years apart—because that was the only way THEY could have sex with the approval of the fundie church we grew up in. And this was in the early 90s. Not surprisingly, they both made bad marriages and my younger brother, especially, has had a terrible time of it. Both my brother and sis could have done with a few years of the promiscuity I so enjoyed when I was younger.

Comment #41: jenofiniquity  on  11/05  at  01:03 PM

I came of age in the early 70’s the era of high school girls in cutoff jeans and halter tops in the spring and summer - pause for memories to go by. Oh yes where was I - you’d think the kids were having sex in the hallways the way the folks panicked. One thing we didn’t have ac in the school building and it was hot as hell late spring. So the less you wore the more confortable you were.
 
Anyway at one point shorts were banned as were ‘excessive displays of affections” I guess it meant kissing. It was laughable and it was laughed at.

And when I got to college there was the additional panic about drugs making people have the sex. Ah the days of free love.

so it has been ever thus. One thing folks forgot that if this was the 50’s Brooks would also be warning us about how comic books were going to turn teenagers into deliquients and teh ghay.

Comment #42: professorfate  on  11/05  at  01:09 PM

Brooksie’s writing reminds me of the sophisticated subliminal messages portrayed in John Carpenter’s 1988 They Live [from the NYT review]:

“Marry and Reproduce,” says a billboard on which a bikini-clad woman pitches vacations in the tropics. “Consume,” says a sign advertising a close-out sale. “This Is Your God,” says a dollar bill, and on the newsstands magazines put forth slogans like “Honor Apathy” and “Obey.”

Comment #43: Gracchus.  on  11/05  at  01:22 PM

I didn’t touch on this in the column, because it’s becoming less true every day—-but since conservatives are always about 5 years behind the trends, I think it’s safe to say—-that there’s an unstated racial panic in all this

I didn’t catch on to that, at first. But I did get the overwhelming ZOMG! girls are no longer forced to go out with the first boy that asks for fear that no other boy will ask her out….GASP! That means girls have, gulp, CHOICES, damnit. And we can’t have that.

Comment #44: shakahi  on  11/05  at  01:29 PM

Wait, people use text messages for more interesting things than coordinating take-out plans with the significant other? Dayum! I am soooooo not getting the full benefit of this technology.

Comment #45: Phoebe Fay  on  11/05  at  01:55 PM

I still don’t understand the appeal of texting.  But much less do I understand why it’s anything to worry about warping the minds and morals of Our Nation’s Youth, any more than CB radio did.

Comment #46: FlipYrWhig  on  11/05  at  02:02 PM

I was young in the late 40s and early 50s (after that I was married).  Bill Clinton hadn’t invented the blow-job yet.  We did it (Lollipop, Lollipop, oh lolly lolly . . .) but we had no idea what we were doing. I believe it was instinctual.

Seriously now, all that stuff you see on TV, I never saw that in real life.  Not nearly so much formal dating as just hanging out with the crowd.  “Going steady” was somewhat exceptional, and was actively discouraged by the Elders, who were against premature commitment.  And There. Was. Plenty. of. Sex.  All the boys were able to get condoms, unless they were too embarrassed to ask the pharmacist’s assistant, who, let’s face it, might be a classmate.  Girls could ask too, but we thought that was the man’s job.  Girls who got pregnant had to drop out of school and get married, or visit a relative in another city.  It was a major milestone when the school district set up a special school so these kids could continue their education.  The rest of us thought “too bad, the condom must have broken” or sometime “too dumb to use a condom, wouldn’t you know it”.

On the other hand PDAs were forbidden.  Public displays of affection, that is.  My then current boyfriend and I got in trouble for holding hands in the high school hallway.  It’s the slippery slope, you know.  It might lead to *going steady* (booga booga!!!)  (My fundy boyfriend told me this joke in 1950 or so:  “Why are Baptists against premarital sex?  Because it might lead to dancing!”)

According to my mother, when she was young (1920s), parents were just as clueless and out of touch, but the topics were different.

Comment #47: Older  on  11/05  at  02:17 PM

And apparently, text messaging makes it easier (?) to have a number of potential partners on a string, so you can hedge your bets and sample the goods. 

There is nothing new under the sun. Her sister has told us that in her day (the late 30s) my mother-in-law would accept invitations for Saturday night from a number of suitors, making her mind up only at the last possible moment, putting the burden of making excuses to the others on her sister.

The fifties was apparently the era of virgins and sluts—I don’t see how that dichotomy was better than things now.

Comment #48: Hector B.  on  11/05  at  02:19 PM

Older, I’ve heard the same stories ... and joke ... from my Dad.

I think Brooks forgets that there are still people like my parents and grandparents and Older who were there and don’t think such hazy nostalgic thoughts about these times.

I think the phrase is been there, done that, didn’t work so well and we ain’t buying that shit.

Comment #49: Ms Kate  on  11/05  at  03:08 PM

A few months back I read an article about dance books that debutantes used to bring to a ball (I believe this was Victorian era or the French court prior to them losing their heads). Amidst the explanation that these had a list of dances in them as memory aids, and that you could have them made in different materials, some of which were expensive and some weren’t (marking you as nouveau riche or a mere merchant girl, instead of blue blood), there was a small tidbit about the fact that there was room in it to note down all your dance partners to “facilitate the management of time spent with multiple suitors, so they could be juggled without feeling left out or jealous until a fiancee/husband is chosen”.

Yeah. So main squeeze, and second stringers. A while back even.

Comment #50: BlackBloc  on  11/05  at  04:05 PM

I just read an article about rats in the Boston Phoenix.  Seems that male rates can mate up to 20 times a day!  If there are no receptive females, they go for each other.

How they manage this busy sex life without text messaging is simply miraculous!

Comment #51: Ms Kate  on  11/05  at  04:22 PM

Among the more obviously dumb things in the article (part of the righty ongoing series “Technology Is Totally Different By Which We Mean Worse”) is Brooks noticing that the people writing in this don’t use people’s names and concluding that this betokens a lack of connection (as opposed to, say, common courtesy in not splashing details of other people’s intimate lives all over the intertubes).

But it’s funny, because the era he paints as so idyllic and peaceful, where kids did where they were told and no one had invented sex yet, was actually an era of extreme moral, sexual panic over rabid social and technological changes.  If Brooks was living in that era, he’d be writing alarmist columns about the evils of “Negro music”, the electric guitar, jukeboxes and sock hops.  He’d be bemoaning the promiscuity that comes once kids start dancing by themselves, instead of with partners.  And the availability of privacy in cars, especially at drive-ins, would send him over the edge.

Sure seems peaceful, though, because those things only existed in the real ‘50s/‘60s, not the Conservoverse Fantasy ‘50s. When Cedric the Entertainer had a sketch comedy show, he did a sketch in which he played a waiter at a ‘50s-theme restaurant that was hilarious (particularly when a black—or was it interracial?—couple came in).

Besides, obviously those things didn’t destroy Western civilization, so they must not have been bad, so therefore no one thought they were bad at the time. QED.

Flip (56):

I still don’t understand the appeal of texting.  But much less do I understand why it’s anything to worry about warping the minds and morals of Our Nation’s Youth, any more than CB radio did.

Texting is a great way to communicate something that requires no more than one ply, or if one of you is in the library and the other at work, say.

Sexting puzzles me, but then, I have the maturity to wait until I can have the real thing.

Comment #52: Hershele Ostropoler  on  11/05  at  05:15 PM

Seems that male rates can mate up to 20 times a day!
Ms Kate

Big difference between “can” and “does.”  wink
They would probably improve their numbers if they had tiny rat thumbs to text with.

Comment #53: cynickal  on  11/05  at  05:43 PM

Sexting puzzles me, but then, I have the maturity to wait until I can have the real thing.

‘Sexting’ is the one with the naughty pictures attached I think.  Texting about sex without pictures would be dead dull.

Comment #54: Richard Goblin  on  11/05  at  05:48 PM

“Why are Baptists against premarital sex?  Because it might lead to dancing!”

I always heard it as “Why don’t Baptists make love standing up? Because someone might see them, and think they’re dancing.

Ms. Kate: Bundle!!.

Comment #55: Sarcastro  on  11/05  at  06:22 PM

Comic Books! I forgot Dr. Fredric Wertham’s 1954 Seduction of the Innocent, which showed how sex as portrayed in the comics corrupted America’s youth, led to the Comics Code, and reduced EC comics to Mad Magazine.

According to Wikip, the good doctor spotted the homosexual undertones of the Batman-Robin relationship, and id’d Wonder Woman as a lesbian.

Comment #56: Hector B.  on  11/05  at  06:45 PM

According to Wikip, the good doctor spotted the homosexual undertones of the Batman-Robin relationship, and id’d Wonder Woman as a lesbian.

Which is utterly wrong, because we all know that Wonder Woman is a kinkster, probably a BDSM switch who enjoys being dom or sub (remember, when a man ties her up she loses her powers; when she ties a man up he has to tell her the truth.)

One does, however, have to wonder why Batman thought it was a good idea to have his ward run around Gotham with bare legs.

Comment #57: Alara J Rogers  on  11/05  at  06:50 PM

One does, however, have to wonder why Batman thought it was a good idea to have his ward run around Gotham with bare legs.

Maybe they were flesh-tone tights?

Comment #58: rowmyboat  on  11/05  at  06:57 PM

Yeah, but male rats only last for like two seconds.

And speaking of texting etiquette, I hate it when I text someone and they immediately call me, like the text just barely clears and I get a phone call in response.  Hello?  There’s a reason why I texted you.  A guy I was ambivalent about dating did that to me, and that cleared up my ambivalence right away.  I never saw him again.

Comment #59: keshmeshi  on  11/05  at  07:09 PM

“‘Sexting’ is the one with the naughty pictures attached I think.  Texting about sex without pictures would be dead dull. “

only for poor writers with little imagination…

Comment #60: chareth cutestory  on  11/05  at  07:39 PM

David Brooks was born in 1961 for chrissakes.  He and Ross Douthat both share a prudish love for a time that didn’t quite exist. 

Well to be lazy, I’ll steal from myself: Every time I read one of these pieces by David Brooks I have to force myself to remember that he is a year younger than I am.

I came of age in the late 1970s and early 1980s, the halcyon days before AIDs. Oddly enough, young people were having casual sex then. Some people used personal ads in alternative newspapers to seek out their very specific needs. Others went to bars or down the hall of their college dorms or at their work places and found partners with whom to satisfy their sexual desires. 

Although I was often addled, I feel pretty confident in saying that it wasn’t a world in which we all felt governed by the politesse of courtly love (not to be confused with Courtney Love, who was a small child at the time).

Mr. Brooks gets the vapors over things that were part and parcel of the world of his peers — we didn’t have the convenience of cell phones and craigslist — but some of us managed (unlike Brooks) to get laid nonetheless. And we were generally pretty fucking happy about it.

Comment #61: Sir Charles  on  11/05  at  07:41 PM

Texting is a great way to communicate something that requires no more than one ply, or if one of you is in the library and the other at work, say.

True, I can see that, but people seem to be idly texting, like, all day, far past the point of actual communication—it’s more like texting because your friends are texting and you can do it together, rather than texting to convey information.  Did phone conversation become more intimate than it was when I was younger, so that texting is essentially replacing phone-calls as the medium for pointless bored chit-chat, leaving phone calls as something “special”?  (Maybe it emerged around the same time as everyone trying to save cell-phone minutes?)

Comment #62: FlipYrWhig  on  11/05  at  08:23 PM

FlipYrWhig:

texting is mostly silent. Enormous advantage over voice calls. Also asynchronous.

Comment #63: paul  on  11/05  at  10:29 PM

Ha, #47, I just sometime within the past few years (I’m 30) had the lightbulb go on and realized what “My Boy Lollipop” was really about. Shocking!

Comment #64: annejumps  on  11/05  at  10:30 PM

Flip (62):

True, I can see that, but people seem to be idly texting, like, all day, far past the point of actual communication—it’s more like texting because your friends are texting and you can do it together, rather than texting to convey information.

How many people have actual conversations that are no more substantial, though?

Comment #65: Hershele Ostropoler  on  11/05  at  11:02 PM

My partner and her boyfriend have gotten in the habit of “sexting” each other little I love you and naughty little bits of fun. It’s basically the hi-tech version of sending someone a love letter or making them a mix-tape.

It’s pretty obviously just more of the same and I say that as someone who resisted texting in general, just because all of my friends would keep doing it in situations where it was faster and a better time to just call them*.

*I’m pretty much over it. It fills a social niche just as other products before. I barely used the cell phone, I barely used the phone phone. This trend wasn’t really made with me in mind. Now skype sex on the other hand, is a brilliant invention. I get to have fun creating a narrative and my partner gets to get herself off. Brilliant.

Comment #66: Cerberus  on  11/06  at  01:26 AM

Of course, to today’s teens, the early 60’s is Grandpa’s and Grandma’s era, not Mom’s and Dad’s.  They don’t have any more interest in “Mad Men” then ‘70s teens had in the Depression era “Waltons” (unless they had a crush on John Boy or Mary)

That said, if David Brooks had been around in 1962, he’d be like the old ladies who disapproved on Peggy’s poster, since the couple was dancing too close together and the phrase “A Night To Remember” was too suggestive.  I can see him as the chaperone at the ‘62 prom, running around with a ruler to make sure the dancing partners stayed 12 inches apart and the girls’ dress hems were within 12 inches of the floor.

Sometimes, I’d like to give all the reactionaries like DB a one way ticket to Cliffordville.  The Featherstone in Malcolm Jameson’s short story “Blind Alley” thought 1943 was too progressive(!!), and he wanted to go back to the turn of the century.  The Devil granted his wish, and Featherstone found out how awful it had really been, even for wealthy, white men like Featherstone (and DB).

Comment #67: Blue Jean  on  11/06  at  01:39 AM

@ Hershele, @ paul, I see your point, but it still just seems more logical to convey information or chat idly in a quick phone call—under most circumstances; yes, in the library, in class, on the bus, the silent/textual nature of the medium makes more sense.  But a few weekends ago I was out and we were getting tired of waiting for the person we had been expecting—so someone in our group texted someone in the running-late group, then we waited, then he texted back.  Why not just call and get it over with?  You’re holding a damn phone in your hand! 

I guess it gives you the email-like ability to pick and choose how rapidly you feel like responding, which could be useful in certain social situations.

Gah, I’m getting old and crotchety.

Comment #68: FlipYrWhig  on  11/06  at  02:49 AM

Flip, with a phone call, you have “hello” “hello” at the beginning and “good bye” “good bye” at the end, that’s two plies right there, so a phone conversation is at least three to six times as involved as an exchange of text messages. And the asynchronicity paul mentioned is a bonus.

And for those of us who have a hard time with phone conversations, it’s wonderful.

But in all serious I’m not trying to convert you to the cult of SMS. As long as your social and professional lives run smoothly the way you do things, it’s obviously working for you.

Comment #69: Hershele Ostropoler  on  11/06  at  11:20 AM

And speaking of texting etiquette, I hate it when I text someone and they immediately call me, like the text just barely clears and I get a phone call in response.  Hello?  There’s a reason why I texted you.  A guy I was ambivalent about dating did that to me, and that cleared up my ambivalence right away.  I never saw him again.

Some of us don’t have unlimited cellphone texting plans so asking us to text adds to the monthly expense of one’s cellphone bill.  Moreover, after seeing how addicted so many of my friends and acquaintances are to texting, I have had to make it a point to request they call me whenever possible to reach me or to leave a message if I happen to be in the subway/occupied or else I’d be inundated with excess texting charges, especially considering I never text others due to personal preference and the fact texting rates in the US is highway robbery.  I may reconsider when the cell phone providers lower their rates to more reasonable levels while maintaining nationwide coverage. 

Then again, I make it a point to avoid idle chitchatting on phones and keep phone conversations short and to the point whether it is a question, request, or setting up a rendezvous so that when there is a meetup, we can spend all the time in the world idly chatting IRL.  smile

If Brooks was living in that era, he’d be writing alarmist columns about the evils of “Negro music”, the electric guitar, jukeboxes and sock hops.

Speaking of the electric guitar, Brooks and parents would not have only complained of the “moral evils” of it, but also the high expense involved should their child/teen be clamoring for one to emulate their rock heroes.  Just imagine the reaction of most parents to a child/teen’s request to buy a $5000+* electric guitar/instrument to emulate their favorite rock/pop musician…...

For instance, according to Buddy Holly’s brother who lent him money, the very electric guitar which he would become so identified with, the Fender Stratocaster cost $600 alone in the mid-1950’s and even a decent student type electric guitar went for around $40-200 unless you didn’t mind the risk of playing something really shoddy.  From asking a lot of people who were old enough to remember the 1950’s as adults, unless one came from upper-class homes or from families which encouraged musical aspirations…..it was extremely unlikely a child/teen would be given that kind of money to get an electric guitar or able to earn enough to save for one without generous support from family, friends, and others.

And that’s only the guitar…..imagine the price of an amp, cables, replacement tubes, and replacement strings….along with the fact the parents will be enduring loud music of the type they may not necessarily enjoy….

* The approximate estimation of what the $600 for Buddy Holly’s strat would be in 2009 dollars.  Fortunately, one can get a decent Fender Strat for far less than that unless one opts to get a custom shop version.

Comment #70: exholt  on  11/06  at  05:17 PM

Sing it with me!

Trouble, oh we got trouble!
Right here in River City!
With a capital “T”!
That rhymes with “P”!
And that stands for Pool!

Comment #71: Doug S.  on  11/08  at  06:24 PM
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