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After feminist-vegans started blogging about the Ethicist’s choice of judges (you can see my blogs here), I noticed that mainstream-media feminists also began to discuss this. But the aspect of the “sexual politics of meat”—the idea that meat eating carries gendered meaning in our culture and that this is one of the reason the white maleness of the panel was of concern—disappears from the critique. The sexual politics of meat stares us in the face; when we fail to see the extent to which it infuses our culture we miss several of the most disturbing aspects of a panel of white men judging defenses of meat eating.
If this all seems rather quaint, then Susan Minot’s 2002 novella, Rapture — about a single blowjob — was perhaps a last, jaw-aching hurrah. A genuinely twenty-first-century spokesman can be found in Jonathan Franzen’s Freedom, in the form of young Joey Berglund, whose sexual maturity — compared with the guys he’s at college with — is conveyed simply and vehemently. Their yearnings center on the blowjob, which Joey considers “little more than a glorified jerkoff.”
I recently undertook a small survey of some more mature male friends, and the results, while not unanimous, were overwhelming. To speak plainly, given the choice, eight of the ten men surveyed preferred eating pussy to having their dicks sucked. Or, to put it in entirely numerical terms, 80 percent of males would opt for a 70 rather than a 68. And what about the other two men? Yes, you guessed it: They’re gay! To be strictly accurate, the heterosexual respondents were partial to this kind of thing — but only in the mathematically blissful reciprocity of 70 minus 1. The gob-job continues to thrive in hetero pornography, of course, for the simple — literally obvious — reason that it lends itself to being filmed in a way that cunnilingus cannot.