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Violating the Social Contract

I frequently tick people off by violating the social sexual contract.

The social contract is an unspoken, unwritten, but universally accepted “rule” that dictates how people in a society are supposed to relate to each other. The social sexual contract determines the patriarchal order, giving men dominion and control over women and all aspects of women. It gives men access to women’s bodies in the marriage relationship, taking away the limitations of marital rape. It also gives men control over women’s reproductive health, allowing them to make laws that govern women’s bodies. It is this contract that states men don’t have to listen to women and women are supposed to accept this. This contract allows men to interrupt and talk over women when they’re speaking.

It says that, even if women are sexually harassed in the workplace, that they should just be quiet in deference to the man’s reputation. We have even seen this in churches in recent years in light of the #metoo movement where women who are sexually assaulted by male ministers are instructed to forgive their rapists and keep quiet because, after all, he’s a minister with a family, and her speaking would ruin his reputation. (Often, the minister is asked to resign quietly but then goes to another church and repeats the same behaviors.)

As a woman, I’m sick of living under a contract I didn’t sign. I have violated the social contract many times.

  • I violate the social sexual contract when I call men out on interrupting me.
  • I violate the contract when I make my own decisions about what happens to my body.
  • I violate the contract when I declare the injustice in the church patriarchy as insecure male ministers block women’s ordinations then plagiarize their exegetical work.
  • I violate the contract when I affirm and support other female ministers.
  • I violate the contract when I refuse to excuse bullying behavior by male family members and name it for what it is.
  • I violate the contract when I set boundaries against male relatives who want to draw me into hugs I don’t wish to give.

I gladly will continue to violate the social sexual contract. This social contract has become so pervasive that women gladly accept it and buy into it, allowing men the freedom to treat them however they wish. Men don’t consciously realize that there is a contract, but they reap its benefits daily. Only when women and people of color stand up and say, “Enough!” do white men even see there is a problem. Some, like many males with whom I’ve dealt, think the problem is in the one who’s tired of being treated like crap. More evolved males see the problems within the existing social systems and move to eradicate them.

What problems do you see in the existing social contract? What steps can you take to change the contract to make it more equitable?

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Living on Tenterhooks

I hadn’t thought about it until this morning. I was perusing a thread in one of the writer’s groups I’m in on Facebook, and someone posted an amusing meme that referenced the pandemic, dystopian novels, and the conservative party. It didn’t take long before people jumped to politics and someone thought it was a slam against the US president. Then someone else pointed out that the original poster is from the UK and it was maybe referencing their conservative party. We are not, after all, the only country with conservative and progressive political parties. How quickly a sardonic meme about the difficulty of writing dystopian stories during a pandemic turned a bit ugly! That’s when yet another commenter jumped in with, “We are all on tenterhooks right now.”

What a great word, and one I haven’t heard or thought about in ages! It’s quite true, though. So many people — myself included — are much more sensitive to things than usual. I’ve found myself questioning the intelligence of people who are denying science and believing politicians over scientists. Someone I know who usually would be pretty live-and-let-live was indignant about other people’s choices regarding mask wearing. Things that normally would elicit nothing more than an eyeroll and a headshake are making me feel angry. That makes me want to lash out at whoever I deem boneheaded in that moment. Tenterhooks. I have found myself wasting a lot of mental energy feeling angry when it’s not worth it. So I slow my roll, hike up my big girl panties, allow myself the exaggerated eye roll (like, really, who’s going to see me?), and scroll on or hit “delete.” It’s just not worth it.

I wish I could avoid social media altogether. Unfortunately, it is also the home of groups where I give and receive information. It’s where my business pages live. It’s an avenue for asking questions after my tween and I watch National Geographic Explorer virtual classes. (Very cool being able to ask the presenter follow-up questions on Twitter and getting responses!) It has its uses and functions, but it’s also become a vile place of vitriolic spewings and misinformation. It’s not worth seeing my friend’s adorable kid pics and my cousins’ latest happenings when there’s all the other junk to get through.

Are you finding yourself more sensitive these days? Does the pandemic and stay-at-home orders have you feeling like you’re on tenterhooks, unable to just brush off the usual mildly annoying things? Drop your comments below. And, please, let me know if there’s a way I can support and pray for you.

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