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To: lazarre who wrote (8023)10/8/1998 3:33:00 PM
From: Borzou Daragahi  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 67261
 
Re: the Toni Morrison analysis, did you read this one? From Salon:

salonmagazine.com

Femme fatale

PRESIDENT CLINTON'S JUST A GIRL
WHO CAN'T SAY NO.

BY VIRGINIA VITZTHUM

Toni Morrison only told part
of the story when she insisted
in last week's New Yorker
that President Clinton is our
first black president.
(Actually, comic Chris Rock
said it first.) Clinton may also
be the first woman to occupy the Oval Office.

The first known victim of child abuse in the White House,
Clinton seemed female from the start -- overeating,
overcompensating, over-accommodating and more
vulnerable than the emotionally inscrutable Hillary. The
high ratings women give Clinton go beyond politics: Bob
Packwood had a good record on abortion and other
women's issues, and we reviled him. But women have
mostly stuck by Clinton; now men are doing the reviling.

Clinton's androgyny may be part of what Kenneth Starr has
against him. Starr correctly assumed that men in Congress
would share his own revulsion at Clinton's kinky hybrid of
male power-tripping and womanly waffling. The president's
male critics, who seem to feel entitled to know everything
about him, have subjected him to a global version of the
male gaze, the judging surveillance, subtle and unsubtle,
that women undergo. Hillary surrendered to the demands of
the gaze at first, changing her name and her hair and
apologizing to Tammy Wynette fans. Then the gaze got
bored with her and turned to him. The people needed to
know what kind of underwear he wore, and there was
fretting throughout the land about his chubby thighs.

This unprecedented shift in focus to the first lady's husband
reflects Clinton's feminine traits but also the historical
moment. Some time in the last few years, fashion porn got
integrated and men became sex objects. The young, wet,
half-dressed beauties wallpapering billboards and buses are
now male as well as female, and the rules are changing for
normal unphotogenic grown-ups, too. The way men are
judged is merging with the criteria for women, leaving
Clinton improvising frantically.

His televised apology on Aug. 17 and its aftermath
crystallized his role as diva in some theater of the absurd.
The speech was reviewed instantly by men on TV: "He's
not acting sorry enough." The macho defiance at the end
was deemed unacceptable. Clinton bristled at this for a
while, but as always, buckled down to work and honed his
apology chops in a series of sincere performances, which
everyone else then pretended to believe or doubt.

Clinton can still occasionally work the male gaze -- people
admired him for looking smooth and unruffled while he
prevaricated on camera in his grand jury testimony, for
instance. But the gaze is notoriously quick to turn on you,
and men (props to Toni: white men) are now lunging at
Clinton like hounds around a treed possum. The years of
defending philandering politicians with a cast-off "boys will
be boys" have been forgotten; the president must be
savaged for his sexuality. Certainly, Monica Lewinsky and
her thong have come in for some criticism. But far more
scrutiny -- and derision -- has been focused on Clinton's
sexual behavior. That's not because sexual politics have
evolved beyond the old roles, but because Clinton is the
femme fatale this time.

Clinton's critics defend Starr's crusade against him with
perhaps the oldest misogynistic excuse of all: He was
asking for it -- recklessly cavorting in the White House and
then lying about it when it was clear he was about to be
found out. Certainly he played the girl in his affair with
Monica, in which she pursued and he was caught. There
was a teenage-girlishness to his love-play -- the hours on
the phone, memorizing her phone number, wearing her ties
on special days. He played hard to get; he wouldn't go all
the way. And every time he needed to turn ruthless, he
nurtured instead, comforting and flattering Monica instead
of sending her packing.

How much of the contempt heaped on Clinton is just bad
cultural timing and how much is due to his prowling
anima? Many of his failings as a leader stem from his
widely acknowledged and classically feminine need to be
liked. He can't bear to be shunned by the clique in power,
so he drops all his unpopular friends: Lani Guinier,
Joycelyn Elders, gay soldiers, welfare recipients and labor
unions. (It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind.)
He's also more dove than hawk, though his youthful
opposition to the Vietnam War seems like his last sort of
genuine expression of it. His military actions as president
have felt half-hearted and compensatory. Whereas Ronald
Reagan and George Bush reveled in the neat toys and war
games deployed in Grenada and the Persian Gulf, Clinton
bombed Sudan and Afghanistan not as part of a war, but
impetuously, spanking an international bully.

In his affair, Clinton played the old girl game of Technical
Virginity -- staying good by doing "everything but." Who
knows what exactly drove his refusal to come, but it's
generally women who associate orgasm with trust. A
normal guy may or may not worry about his partner's
pleasure, but he damn sure gets off. Was his sexual
brinksmanship male power tripping, or female withholding?
All we can say for sure is that Clinton is too
approval-starved to be a complete [son of a] bitch, but he
resents those for whom he performs. Stumbling through his
repertoire of half-measures, he pleases everyone he cheats
and cheats everyone he pleases.
SALON | Oct. 8, 1998

Virginia Vitzthum is a freelance writer living outside
Washington. Her last piece for Salon was "Talking head."