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I think I speak for more--far more--women than the media would have you think when I say that I want men to feel free, to have no second thoughts, to display warmth and physical affection with us,
and *deeply* resent the minority of women who have forced this "change of social mores" upon us. I don't want this loveless, HR-compliant, anti-human world. I don't want women who are obviously full of rage toward men to be setting the terms of our new social climates.
I don't want a world in which young people are so afraid of each other that they stop having sex. I don't want scolding Junior-Anti-Sex-League puritanical martinets lecturing men that they're not allowed to touch us because it is "inappropriate."
They don't speak for me.
They don't speak for me.
I would be very surprised if they spoke for most women. This climate is unhealthy--Victorian prudery (only lightly) dressed up as feminism; nourishing a retrograde view of women as apt to wither and die if some guy smells her hair--
--and a view of men who act on their natural, chivalrous, affectionate impulses to female members of their species as "invaders of space," a crime just short of being a harasser or a rapist. This is sick. Men and women need each other; need that affection, that physical contact.
Affection makes humans feel good: it lowers their blood pressure, their stress hormones; if you touch people they feel less anxious; it boosts the immune system. Physical touch literally acts as a painkiller: healthline.com/health/hugging…
Why would we go on the warpath against well-intentioned physical affection? What will this do to us, overall? Babies that lack physical contact with their caretakers *die.* It's too deep a part of us to casually say, "Well, we have new norms, now."
I want @JoeBiden to read this thread. Joe, if I may, you could do the country some good, and show some talent for leadership, if you spoke up for women like me--I do think we're the majority--who are sickened by these "new mores."
We don't want to live in a cold, joyless world where men are too afraid to comfort us with a hug when times are hard. Isn't life already hard enough?
