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Unwanted Advances: Sexual Paranoia Comes to Campus, by Laura Kipnis

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Everyone lies about sex, though maybe every generation lies about sex differently,” says Laura Kipnis, adding that each era is almost right to believe “its own sexual narrative”, since it does largely determine the way sex is experienced. She is a self-proclaimed left-wing feminist, author of outspoken books on love and the sexes, and professor of media studies at Northwestern University in Illinois. Her latest polemic attacks the recent sexual narrative in American universities, which, she argues, reverses feminist advances, infantilises female students, foments witch-hunts and stifles spontaneity, joy and intellectual debate.

Product and also promoter of this “sexual paranoia” is Title IX, a law introduced in the Education Amendments Act of 1972, which, since 2011, has been extended beyond its original remit of tackling gender discrimination into penalising anything that might be construed as sexually threatening to students. Professors are warned to avoid “unnecessary references to parts of the body”, risqué jokes and “poems with sexual content” (a creative writing teacher was forced to defend lecturing on Walt Whitman). “The professoriate has been transformed into a sexually suspicious class,” writes Kipnis, “would-be harassers all, sexual predators in waiting.” So that, instead of resenting the authorities’ intrusion into their lives, as they used to, students now solicit it, clamouring for more regulations.

In 2014, various universities (including Harvard) introduced a policy forbidding romantic relationships between teachers and students, and demanded that any existing or accidentally occurring ones be reported, by the teacher involved, to campus officials. The following year, Kipnis wrote an article for The Chronicle of Higher Education ridiculing this policy and citing the case of Peter Ludlow (another Northwestern professor, then unknown to her) as exemplifying the way in which she considers sexual responsibility was lopsidedly attributed. “What would it mean to not consent to sending a thousand text messages?” she asked, referring to the suggestion that one of Ludlow’s two accusers had had an intimate relationship with him, only accusing him two years later.

In response, Northwestern students went on a protest march carrying mattresses (symbolising rape); there were complaints that the article had had a “chilling effect” on students’ willingness to report sexual misconduct; and Kipnis was charged under Title IX, never being specifically told for what, until being cleared after a gruelling 72 days. Unwanted Advances, which enlarges on the Ludlow case and further excoriates university mores, is her retaliation – but in April one of Ludlow’s accusers (mentioned in the book under a pseudonym) announced that she is suing Kipnis for defamation.

The argument of Unwanted Advancesdepends on a portrait of this woman—known, pseudonymously, as Nola Hartley in the book and Jane Doe in the suit—as dishonest and unreliable. The suit contends that the book itself is fundamentally untrustworthy. Side by side, the book and the lawsuit present an intellectual and moral puzzle touching on issues of sex, free speech, privacy, journalistic ethics, and academic freedom. The controversy would likely be a national story if everyone’s attention weren’t monopolized by the implosion of Donald Trump’s presidency.

But Trump’s effect on the meaning of Kipnis’ book goes beyond the way he sucks up all of our cultural oxygen. Unwanted Advances excoriates policies on campus rape that were put in place during Obama’s administration, and which Trump is already dismantling. His appointees are poised to make good on the 2016 Republican platform, which called for ending the “distortion” of federal anti-discrimination law to “micromanage the way colleges and universities deal with allegations of abuse.” A taboo-skewering feminist provocateur, Kipnis set out to puncture the sanctimonious groupthink that took over parts of academia during a period of liberal hegemony. But the right is now in power, and conservatives cite Unwanted Advances as evidence in their campaign to roll back feminist overreach on campus.

If the book is indeed accurate, no one can blame Kipnis for how it’s used: An intellectual’s job is to tell the truth as best she can, regardless of consequences. But if, as the suit claims, Kipnis distorted the underlying facts, the damage isn’t just to Jane Doe.

Polemics tend to be weighted (can the allegations against Ludlow really be as indisputably absurd as Kipnis makes out?), but certainly she is witty and deft at delineating the new forms of paternalism and sanctimony, if occasionally exhibiting her own sort of smugness.

She lived through an era when, thanks to feminism, good contraception and the apparent demise of religion, women and men seemed able to enjoy sexual freedom, and the Garden of Love looked increasingly clear of both “priests in black gowns” and predators. Now, laments Kipnis, women once again are seen, and see themselves, as passive victims who only have sex on sufferance. Yet “campus culture is at once bawdier than ever, at least for the students (random drunken hook-ups on weekends), and more censorious than ever for all of us (speech codes and hypersensitivity during the week)”.

Rather than accelerating the legal “slippery slope from alleged fondler to rapist”, universities’ sexual policies should (urges Kipnis) acknowledge the messy decompartmentalisation of sex, especially when drunk. To warn women of the dangers of drunken disinhibition, however, is currently accounted “slut-shaming”, “victim blaming”, capitulating to rape culture – as if any sensible mother or aunt can afford to wait around until all men behave properly instead of counselling her adolescent daughters or nieces about drunken vulnerability (and worrying terribly about it), even while wishing them many happy sexual adventures.

But Kipnis, too, is disingenuous. “We [professors and students] partied together, drank and got high together, slept together,” she writes of her halcyon youth, which is perhaps to overegg the happy bacchanalia of the “Sexual Revolution” while minimising its abuses. That “men need to be policed, women need to be protected” is not, as she contends, a recent problem but a perennial one, and her advice on drinking surely always was, and will be, timely. Sex, with its potential for pregnancy, disease, trauma and death, has to be hedged around with prohibition and rigmarole, as she reluctantly admits.

In 2015 she wrote an essay in the Chronicle of Higher Education titled “Sexual Paranoia Strikes Academe” that took aim at the way Title IX, the federal law prohibiting sex discrimination in education, had been deployed against sexual assault and harassment on college campuses. During Obama’s presidency, the Department of Education’s Office for Civil Rights decreed that colleges and universities that didn’t properly deal with sexual assault and harassment could be held in violation of Title IX, potentially threatening their federal funding. This resulted in stepped-up action against campus rapists, who in the past had often been treated with impunity. But the Title IX procedures instituted by many schools were secretive and arbitrary, with low evidentiary standards and little due process. “In the post-Title IX landscape, sexual panic rules,” Kipnis wrote in the Chronicle. “Slippery slopes abound. Gropers become rapists and accusers become survivors.”

Kipnis’ essay discussed widely reported accusations of sexual assault against Peter Ludlow, a celebrated philosophy professor at Northwestern who would eventually be forced to resign. (His complicated story is elaborated on in Unwanted Advances.) Jane Doe was one of his accusers. Upset about the Chronicle piece, Doe and another student filed Title IX complaints against Kipnis, arguing that her essay, as well as a subsequent tweet, had constituted acts of retaliation against Doe for standing up to Ludlow.

How do we cater for the fact (it is always a fact, whatever the sexual narrative) that men can rape, and women can be raped? For centuries the Abrahamic religions proclaimed women more emotional, illogical and irrational than the standard human (a man), and therefore rightly “in men’s charge”, as the Koran puts it – except in the area of sex. Here, in a weird turnaround, the masters of the universe have been deemed condonably enslaved by their biology, while women are uniquely in control of men’s desires as well as of their own. An immodestly clad woman, said a 13th-century priest, is like the owner of an uncovered pit – culpable for the injuries of any cattle or dogs that fall into her. In sex, apparently, the sexes swap places: it is women who are human and have free will, men who are animal, a force of nature that must be guarded against. “All men are rapists” – on this certainty the feminist Andrea Dworkin links arms with patriarchal religion, and both with scientistic evolutionary biology. Crazy pessimism, of course, but perhaps it was on something like this biological discordance that the Sexual Revolution ultimately foundered.

Kipnis is surely right, however, that our capacity for double-think has expanded. Each summer term, while I was at a London university, I feel disoriented whenever I walk into a classroom. Half of the female students are (I feel) wearing far too much, and half of them wearing far too little. In the “too much” case, the women’s rationale (if asked) invariably invokes God, but ultimately the hijab – “barrier” in Arabic – boils down to a defence against men. As proclaimed on an official Muslim website, with a copious surround of corroboratory Koranic texts, “The prey which is hidden escapes being a victim.” But the women wearing too little are perhaps even more disingenuous. They rely on men having something of the logical, controlled status which patriarchy ascribes to them in non-sexual areas, but simultaneously they assume and solicit an inadvertent biological response (from men, women or both). Why else wear “sexy” clothes?

Sex is wrongly ranked with our other biological drives. Eating, drinking, defecating, peeing, sleeping are all ineluctable, yet subject to (some) control and scheduling. Strictly speaking, we need not indulge our sexual drive at all, but if and when we do, what is required is precisely what St Augustine regretted: “the flesh’s insubordination to the will”. Before the Fall, he claimed, our genitals were not stirred by lust but totally subject to our rational intentions to procreate when appropriate; impotence or inadvertent erections were thus precluded. For us post-Romantics, though – women as well as men – it is the voluntary involuntariness of sex that is so blissful. We are strongest where we’re most compelled, and feel cheated unless swept away.

“The ‘truth’ of sex has been different at every point in history,” says Kipnis. Multiply so, in fact. We need a new narrative, but what on earth can it be? What fiction could possibly accommodate all of sex’s paradoxes?

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I studied medicine in Brighton and qualified as a doctor and for the last 2 years been writing blogs. While there are are many excellent blogs devoted to the topics of faith, humanism, atheism, political viewpoints, and wider kinds of rationalism and philosophical doubt, those are not the only focus here.Im going to blog about what ever comes to my mind in a day.

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