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Give her a pattern

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Give Her a Pattern, Part 1


(English poet, novelist, and essayist D.H.
Lawrence wrote frequently--and
controversially--about marital and sexual
relations. (In 1915, he was prosecuted for
obscenity after the publication of his novel
The Rainbow.) In "Give Her a Pattern," first
published in 1929, he argues that modern
man is "a fool" because of his failure to
accept a woman as "a real human being.")

The real trouble about women is that they


must always go on trying to adapt
themselves to men’s theories of women, as
they always have done. When a woman is
thoroughly herself, she is being what her
type of man wants her to be. When a
woman is hysterical it’s because she
doesn’t quite know what to be, which
pattern to follow, which man’s picture of
woman to live up to.

For, of course, just as there are many men in


the world, there are many masculine
theories of what women should be. But men
run to type, and it is the type, not the
individual, that produces the theory, or
“ideal” of woman. Those very grasping
gentry, the Romans, produced a theory or
ideal of the matron, which fitted in very
nicely with the Roman property lust.
“Caesar’s wife should be above suspicion.”
So Caesar’s wife kindly proceeded to be
above it, no matter how far below it the
Caesar fell. Later gentlemen like Nero
produced the “fast” theory of woman, and
later ladies were fast enough for everybody.
Dante arrived with a chaste and untouched
Beatrice, and chaste and untouched
Beatrices began to march self-importantly
through the centuries. The Renaissance
discovered the learned woman, and learned
women buzzed mildly into verse and prose.
Dickens invented the child-wife, so
child-wives have swarmed ever since. He
also fished out his version of the chaste
Beatrice, a chaste but marriageable Agnes.
George Eliot imitated this pattern, and it
became confirmed. The noble woman, the
pure spouse, the devoted mother took the
field, and was simply worked to death. Our
own poor mothers were this sort. So we
younger men, having been a bit frightened
of our noble mothers, tended to revert to the
child-wife. We weren’t very inventive. Only
the child-wife must be a boyish little
thing--that was the new touch we added.
Because young men are definitely
frightened of the real female. She’s too risky
a quantity. She is too untidy, like David’s
Dora. No, let her be a boyish little thing, it’s
safer. So a boyish little thing she is.

There are, of course, other types. Capable


men produce the capable woman ideal.
Doctors produce the capable nurse.
Business men produce the capable
secretary. And so you get all sorts. You can
produce the masculine sense of honour
(whatever that highly mysterious quantity
may be) in women, if you want to.

There is, also, the eternal secret ideal of


men--the prostitute. Lots of women live up
to this idea: just because men want them
to.

And so, poor woman, destiny makes away


with her. It isn’t that she hasn’t got a
mind--she has. She’s got everything that
man has. The only difference is that she
asks for a pattern. Give me a pattern to
follow! That will always be woman’s cry.
Unless of course she has already chosen
her pattern quite young, then she will
declare she is herself absolutely, and no
man’s idea of women has any influence
over her.

Now the real tragedy is not that women ask


and must ask for a pattern of womanhood.
The tragedy is not, even, that men give them
such abominable patterns, child-wives,
little-boy-baby-face girls, perfect
secretaries, noble spouses, self-sacrificing
mothers, pure women who bring forth
children in virgin coldness, prostitutes who
just make themselves low, to please the
men; all the atrocious patterns of
womanhood that men have supplied to
woman; patterns all perverted from any real
natural fulness of a human being. Man is
willing to accept woman as an equal, as a
man in skirts, as an angel, a devil, a
baby-face, a machine, an instrument, a
bosom, a womb, a pair of legs, a servant, an
encyclopaedia, an ideal or an obscenity; the
one thing he won’t accept her as, is a
human being, a real human being of the
feminine sex.
sex

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