In
a previous post titled R. Kelly: The Man,
the Artist, the Art, I begin the post with a Jamie Wheal quote, ‘My default setting is hopeless romantic’.
I used this quote because that has been my default setting as well… or so I
thought.
In
Episode 23 of John Vervaeke’s Awakening
from the Meaning Crisis, he breaks down Romanticism and shows how our
culture still bears the vestiges of Romanticism, much to his dismay. He says ‘You are paying a very devastating price for
Romanticism. And if you think that Romanticism doesn’t exist in our culture,
you are not paying attention to the fact that we use the grammar of Romanticism
to talk about love and we even buy into a romantic model of how love operates.
Romantic comedies are these weird metaphysical perversions in which we throw
away the scientific model of things and believe that somehow love is this
irrational force that brings us in contact with the course of history (at least
our personal history and destiny) and that of another person. And it’s all such
bullshit and it’s devastatingly bad bullshit. You are trying to make this
machinery of the imagination carry all the neo-platonic weight that religion,
tradition, philosophy, history carry. You try to make your romantic partner
carry the role of all of that. No person can bear that. No human relationship
can bear that burden. So we go into our romantic relationships with unreachable
expectations of how the person is going to address everything that we’ve lost
in our history and of course they can’t which of course is why many people
simultaneously say that romantic relationships are the place where they look
for the most meaning in their life and their romantic relationships are those
things that precisely cause them the most trauma and suffering in their life.’
Following
this clear, succinct and valid breakdown, I was left with the question of what
did I actually mean when I professed to be a hopeless romantic? Surely, what is
written above is not what I mean. Even I have a low saturation point when it
comes to romantic comedies because they require me to engage in a lot of the
Coleridge concept of belief suspension. So what then did I mean? I guess I
meant I am optimistic, that I believe in human beings overcoming adversity and
that would tie in rather neatly with romantic comedies. There are always
adversities to be overcome, however unrealistic the storyline. I guess I also
meant that I believe in the transformative power of love which can be seen in
spades in romantic comedies. The protagonist transforms for the better. This of
course is not limited to the romantic comedy genre but the hyper-focus on love
(however misguided and most often times convoluted) is. I do believe in the
conquering spirit of love but not in romantic love. We need only take a step
outside the cinema, look around us and see the carnage that romantic love has
wreaked on the people around us, ourselves included. Romantic love is just not
the answer; it fails time and time again. There is an alternative however which
is agape. Agape is not just an alternative but is in the most profound sense
the most fitting description of transformative love. It is the 1st
Corinthians 13 type of love. The love that never fails juxtaposed with a
romantic love that fails consistently. This is where I then disencumber myself
for good with romanticism, all its limitations and its ‘devastation’. Besides,
romantic films and days and the whole idea of romance are ways to meet ‘having
needs’ as opposed to agape which is a way of meeting ‘being needs’. Agape is
giving while romantic love is about taking. Even when people give in romantic
love, it’s so they can take eventually. Romantic love is consumptive and agape
is transformative. While romantic love increases the distance between people
and reality, agape brings us ever so closer. This has been a lesson to me to be
mindful of the words I use and what they mean and what message I intend to
communicate by using them. But also, romance is puerile; it’s cute when little
children are dressed in red and white on Valentine’s Day but it’s not so cute
when adults fork out large sums of money to buy clichéd gifts and sit in
over-packed restaurants. As Paul wrote in Corinthians ‘When I was a child, I talked like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a [wo]man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.’
As
I have a rather tenuous, of a spider-web quality, tie with social media, I rely
on social media savvy interlocutors to bring to my attention relevant hashtags
so we can then proceed to hash it out (as it were). Recently one such
interlocutor brought the #takemeasiam to my attention. When the words first
land on the eardrums, they ring of warm, fuzzy, unconditional acceptance but
upon a closer listening, you realise that just as with romantic love, there are
big problems here. It’s an Outkast ‘roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh’
realization. Author of Sand Talk,
Tyson Yunkaporta, in conversation with Michael Garfield of the Future Fossil podcast in a podcast
titled Tyson Yunkaporta on Indigenous
Systems Thinking, Fractal Governance, Ontopunk, and Queering W.E.I.R.D
Modernity. Yunkaporta emphasises that individual autonomy must be balanced
with relationship obligations. He says: ‘You
can do whatever you want; nobody can tell you what to do but you are
constrained by your web of relationships. So you can’t survive as an individual
without being in relation to a unique web of human and non-human entities in
your community and landscape… If you don’t tend to those relationships to make
show you’re in good relationship then that web falls apart and you are lost,
you become nothing, you become anathema… you excommunicate yourself.’ #takemeasiam
is exemplary in illustrating how people (women mostly) want to be able to
exercise their autonomy whilst abdicating any obligations they have to their
community or in this particular case, to the romantic relationships they are
currently in. Not only will this cause the couple a lot of trauma and suffering
as Vervaeke mentions but it will result with the women in question effectively excommunicating
themselves. Men will just not want to be with them; they will find them too
burdensome. The women who are taking part in #takemeasiam are women who do not
want to be single or else they would not be hash tagging about this. These are
not women who want to be let be, with whatever existential turmoil they carry. No.
These women want to shoulder their existential turmoil with the help of a man;
better yet who will gladly heap all of it on that man’s shoulders. At some
point, these men will pull an Ayn Rand’s Atlas and shrug it all off. If you
want to tip the scales so that you exercise full unadulterated autonomy then
you forfeit the community or the romantic relationship. That’s just what it is.
Also, Yunkaporta says ‘You can do
whatever you want, no one can tell you what to do but you can at least be held
accountable to your own internal logic.’ If you are a woman who desires to
be in a long-term committed relationship, how is #takemeasiam going to bring
you closer to this desired relationship? Internally, these two things are
diametrically opposed because if anything it will take you further from one.
Lastly, Yunkaporta says ‘A breakdown in
relationship is when you start bossing other people around’ which is
precisely what this hashtag is doing. You are demanding that people take you as
you are. On what grounds? As if the world owes you something. You are imposing
yourself on other people’s autonomy. Would it not be better to take yourself as
you are and stay single?
In
Tarriona ‘Tank’ Ball’s Vulnerable AF,
she writes about a guy whose ethos is a #takemeasiam one. Of course very few
males in a society where men are valued for their productivity would actually say
this out loud, but many sure do live it, and unfortunately these unfortunates
will prey on a woman who has just enough insecurity to allow that to happen. The
opposite is true as well. The reason why women can, without a scintilla of
humility, say takemeasiam is because, like the men in the manosphere like
quibbing ‘every day a sucker is born’. There are men who will roll with the
#takemeasiam woman until the wheels fall off that relationship as they
inevitably do. Because it’s just too much, to demand of anyone. I wrote a poem
inspired by TANK addressing this very thing.
Sometimes
A new person steps in and
Puts up with all the things you
couldn’t
That you shouldn’t have had to
And your love was put into question
As though you wanting them to be
their best self
Meant you were denying their
personhood
But you couldn’t stand by and watch
them
Constantly undermine themselves and
Stand in their own way
Sabotaging themselves with
destructive behaviour
And putting you in collateral harm’s
way
In
this way there is a lot of destruction, toxicity and hurt. Why do we have to
continue in this way when there is an alternative offered to us? Gabor Maté
says children need two things: acceptance and authenticity. ‘When I was a child…’ Jordan B. Peterson
that the two characteristics that yield success in the world are competence and
generosity. The contrast is clear, authenticity and acceptance are things
coming in from the outside which makes sense because human offspring are
altricial. However, there is a shift in adulthood towards generosity and
competence which are inside things moving outwards to the community. They strike
the beautiful Yunkaporta balance between autonomy and relation and they also
make room for agape because generosity is at its heart. In romantic love and
#takemeasiam situations, people remain trapped in existential turmoil but agape
inspires transformation.