Did anyone read Paul Sheehan’s piece in the SMH today? I’m not quite sure what to make of it: The secret desires of men, and why they go unfulfilled:
We are awash with an appetite for romantic and sexual fantasy. Call it the Twilight phenomenon. It merely adds to the sexual suggestiveness which permeates our lives. But underline the word ”fantasy”.
Ooh, Sheehan attempts to be relevant with a clumsy Twilight reference. Which is particularly clumsy given the next few sentences are about divorce, that social trend commonly found in teenagers.
And then bingo – Sheehan is a cheer squad for Bettina Arndt, who is herself a cheer squad for old, privileged white men like Sheehan. Aww, isn’t that sweet?
She is a one-woman battering ram against the suffocating excesses of feminist victimology, with its irritating assumptions of moral superiority.
You know, he’s got a point here. I’m a feminist and I certainly feel morally superior to Sheehan.
He then spends a lot of time talking about erectile disfunction and older men who use Viagra. A lot of time. I’ll leave it up to you to decide what that means.
Even by Sheehan’s standards, this is a pretty rubbish opinion piece. I’m not sure if everything is my fault (because I’m a feminist), or if everything is the fault of men who don’t accept that their own declining sexual interest is a part of nature, or if no one should ever smoke, or if people should be nicer to each other, or if he just wants to have Arndt’s babies.