After administering the wrong number of blow jobs, Crazy D delivered the crazy coup de grâce: “She said she couldn’t wait to see me again.” Imagine. Imagine how mentally unbalanced you’d have to be to even think of telling a dude who knows that you like him, texts you frequently, invites you out on a date, hangs out with you all day, and has sex with you twice that you’d be open to repeating the experience. Ladies, you’re supposed to hurry home and wait by the phone for him to call when he’s reached a verdict on whether he wants to see you again! Duh.
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Reflexively calling women “crazy” is a habit young men need to learn to break. As a term, “crazy” is entirely of a piece with the long and nasty tradition of pathologizing female emotion (and particularly sexuality). Hysteria comes from hystera, the Greek word for uterus, after all: “crazy” has been a gendered trait in Western culture for thousands of years. The male gaze was for virtually all of human history synonymous with the medical gaze, and men assigned themselves the authority to determine which bodies are sick and which are hale.
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