Chauvo-Feminism: On Sex, Power and #MeToo
By Sam Mills
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Everybody knows a chauvo-feminist . . .
The 2017 #MeToo movement was a flagship moment, a time which empowered women to share their stories of sexual harassment and abuse in a spirit of solidarity and in demand of change. But have some men simply changed tactics?
Acclaimed author Sam Mills investigates the phenomenon of the chauvo-feminist, the man whose public feminism works to advance his career, whilst his private self exhibits age-old chauvinistic tactics. Through testimonies and her own experience, Mills examines the psychological underpinnings of the chauvo-feminist, exploring questions of modern relationships, consent, and emotional abuse and asks how we might move beyond 'trial by Twitter' to encourage an honest and productive dialogue between men and women.
'We've all met That Guy. In this searching and provocative essay, Sam Mills neatly skewers the men who publicly spout feminism while treating women badly behind closed doors — and asks how we can move forward to a happier, more feminist future.'Samantha Ellis
'Thought-provoking, on point and abreast of contemporary ideas about the chauvinism of women's everyday lives. A book for our times.'Monique Roffey, author of The Mermaid of Black Conch, winner of the 2020 Costa Prize for Fiction
'In this lithe and luminous essay, Sam Mills explodes the hypocrisy of many men in the wake of the #MeToo movement . . . Clever, funny, gripping and beautifully written, Chauvo-Feminism is an exploration not just of the female experience, but of civilisation itself. This is a dazzling, essential book. Men with mutant politics: beware!' Emma Jane Unsworth, author of Animals
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Chauvo-Feminism - Sam Mills
‘We’ve all met That Guy. In this searching and provocative essay, Sam Mills neatly skewers the men who publicly spout feminism while treating women badly behind closed doors — and asks how we can move forward to a happier, more feminist future.’
Samantha Ellis
‘Sam Mills has given us an update on the #MeToo movement. Thought-provoking, on point and abreast of contemporary ideas about the chauvinism of women’s everyday lives. A book for our times.’
Monique Roffey
‘A cri de coeur written from the precipice of a new cultural landscape… In this lithe and luminous essay, Sam Mills explodes the hypocrisy of many men in the wake of the #MeToo movement. Here she deftly blends her own experiences at the hands of one such chauvo-feminist
with a critique of what really constitutes social change regarding the abuse of women by powerful men. Clever, funny, gripping and beautifully written, Chauvo-Feminism is an exploration not just of the female experience, but of civilisation itself. This is a dazzling, essential book. Men with mutant politics: beware!’
Emma Jane Unsworth
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The experiences described in this essay, whether mine or the women I interviewed, are all true. However, dates, names, places and other details may have been changed to protect the privacy, and conceal the identities, of certain individuals.
Women’s liberation has often been portrayed as a movement intent on encroaching upon or taking power and privilege away from men, as though in some dismal zero-sum game, only one gender at a time could be free and powerful. But we are free together or slaves together.
—Rebecca Solnit
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‘The Longest War’ (2013)
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Late spring, the late 1990s: I am sitting in a small conference room in Oxford University. I am nineteen years old. There are eleven students in our group, twice as many men as women. We are in our first year studying for a BA in English Literature.
The tutor enters. She is in her mid-fifties, tall and elegant, with salt-and-pepper hair and shrewd eyes. She sits down and informs us that she is standing in for this lesson because our usual tutor is absent. We are here to discuss feminist literary theory.
We all take a look at the photocopied extracts we have been given in preparation: an essay by Susan Gubar called ‘The Blank Page
and the Issues of Female Creativity’. She asks if we have any opinions on this. A silence follows. I feel uncomfortable; hesitant. I am one of the few people at my college from a working-class background. I still feel as though I am lucky to be at Oxford rather than someone who belongs there. Though I am confident when I pick up a pen and shape an essay, I am unpractised at translating my opinions into articulate speech. Many of the male students in my group have grown up being taught to debate at private school. Some look as though they wouldn’t be out of place in a Bullingdon Club photo. Usually they dominate the discussions, locking intellectual antlers. The silence feels conspiratorial: a pact of rejection.
And then one of the men mutters, ‘I think she’s got a clitoris problem,’ and a snigger ripples through the group. He gives the tutor a sidelong glance to emphasize that it is her particular clitoris that offends him.
I’m not sure if the tutor has heard him. She chooses to ignore him. She carries on with the lesson, but it is not a success. Every so often, a female student engages with her, but the men remain unusually quiet.
I feel bewildered by what I have witnessed. I have spent my teenage years studying at a girls’ school. I have grown up with brothers, in a household full of men who have treated me with respect. My experience of the male sex has been compartmentalized: I have danced with boys, dated them, got drunk with them, but I have not had to sit in a room with them and compete, nor deal with waspish remarks about female genitalia. My mother was discouraged from studying for a degree because her chauvinistic father said it was a waste of time and money, declaring she would only end up getting married and having kids. She has made it clear that I am different: I am from a privileged generation. I am under the illusion that I have prepared myself for my degree because I have spent my holidays industriously devouring the greats of English literature, from Beowulf to Chaucer to Austen to Eliot. I have not studied de Beauvoir, or Greer, or Wolf due to the idealistic assumption that times have evolved: we are living in a world that has undergone several waves of feminism and is now egalitarian.
Sitting in that room in Oxford, I felt as though I had been launched into a battlefield without armour, weaponry or training, to fight a war that I thought women of decades past had already won.
Whenever I retell this experience, people immediately assume that the chauvinist I am describing is a supercilious public school boy. But he had studied at a comprehensive, seemed down to earth, had a good sense of humour and was well liked.
In our next tutorial, he argued passionately against having to study feminist literary theory at all. The tutor pointed out that such a line of argument would mean there was also no point in studying post-colonialism, or having any interest in anyone beyond his own small sphere of experience. This did not seem to strike him as a problem.
If I were to see my chauvinist again – at a reunion, for example – I am sure that he would be deeply embarrassed about his remarks, just as I feel angry with my young self for staying silent. He is happily married now, a successful professional, and behaves in a respectful manner with his female colleagues. We were all intelligent students, but we were also naïve teenagers. By the time I left Oxford, I was what I might describe as a feminist-in-the-making, still under-read and confused by a world that was not as egalitarian as I thought it, but ready to fight if need be.
The 1990s to early 2000s was an era where female rights moved forward and backward. Rebecca Walker sparked feminism’s ‘third wave’ when she responded to Anita Hill giving testimony against Judge Clarence Thomas, who had received a Supreme Court nomination. Hill accused him of sexual harassment when they had worked together in the years 1981–3. Though Thomas was still confirmed as an associate justice, there was a public wave of anger at the way Hill was demeaned and dismissed by an all-male, all-white Senate Judiciary Committee. Walker published a piece in Ms Magazine entitled ‘Becoming the Third Wave’, in which she argued that Hill’s treatment was not about Thomas’s guilt, but ‘checking and defining the extent of women’s credibility and power’. She declared: ‘I am not a postfeminism feminist. I am the Third Wave.’ This wave celebrated Girl Power and the importance of intersectionality, coined by Kimberlé Williams Crenshaw. Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues were first performed on stage; Thelma and Louise hit cinemas and became an instant feminist classic; Susan Faludi published the iconic Backlash. In the US, huge strides forward were made in politics. Janet Reno became the first female Attorney General; Madeleine Albright the first Secretary of State. And in business Carly Fiorina became the CEO of Hewlett-Packard, the first female CEO of a Fortune 100 company.
But the 1990s was also a decade of lads’ mags, where topless women in skimpy thongs grinned out from the magazine shelves in supermarkets. It was a decade when virtually anything a female author penned ended up with a pink cover and being pitched as the next Bridget Jones, regardless of whether it was trash or quality literature, as though women writers and readers were a flock of sheep whose only interests were happy endings and Manolo heels. It was the era when Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus sold in millions, asserting every gender stereotype going, followed by increasingly absurd copycat titles which declared that women couldn’t read maps or men were unable to cry, all backed up by ‘scientific research’. And it was an era in which – as Natasha Walter explores in Living Dolls*
– feminist movements were appropriated to sell and market male fantasies. Hence, it became ‘empowering’ for a woman in a struggling financial predicament to dance naked around a pole to a room of men in suits with plenty of money in their pockets; it became ‘empowering’ for women to enter the Nuts magazine ‘Babes on the Bed’ competition and writhe around on a bed in front of a cheering male crowd, stripping off in the hope of a modelling contract.
All this laid the foundations for the fourth wave of feminism that began circa 2012. Like my experience in the Oxford tutorial, women were waking up and noting the vast gap between ideals and reality. ‘It’s no surprise that a generation of women*
who were brought up being told that they were equal to men, that sexism, and therefore feminism was dead [were] starting to see through this,’ Kira Cochrane observed.
Fast-forward twenty years from my uni days, and how far we seem to have come. If I were sitting in a conference room in an Oxford college today, and a male student made a remark about a female tutor having a clitoris problem, I suspect that there would be an outcry from fellow students, a Twitter shitstorm and disciplinary action for the perpetrator.
Lads’ mags have been taken off the shelves. Feminist movements have sprung up all over the world, from Laura Bates’ Everyday Sexism Project to Caroline Criado-Perez’s fight for a female face on a banknote to Pussy Riot hunger-striking in Russia to protests in India after a gang rape on a bus to a pushback against unfair pay. Novelists such as Zoe Pilger and Nicole Flattery are writing about young women negotiating sex and relationships without their work being pigeonholed as ‘chick lit’, as I believe it would have been two decades ago. Sally Rooney and Sophie Mackintosh were featured on the Booker Prize longlist, while Bernardine Evaristo was the first black woman to win the prize with Girl, Woman, Other. No More Page 3 demonstrations have sprung up around the