Sometimes, protestants don't leave behind their hatred of Catholicism, even when they take the trouble to go through RCIA and become Catholics after "dramatic conversion experiences". It would have to be dramatic.
After taking a break from slumming in the sensus Catholicus, a professional bloggerette pauses to take account of her dating and mating struggles with what she calls, "sɛҳuąƖly wounded" or "sɛҳuąƖly troubled" young men. She's essentially privileged enough to look down her nose at Catholicism like the preening byproduct of the Ivies she is.
I don't wonder how these mandarins of music [her Doctorate is in Music], presume to evaluate the mental well-being of young men they were dating, daring to use the appeal of clinical language to buttress their complaints about what is Catholicism and the culture which has surrounded it for millennia.
She's just attempting in her critique to impose her
fin de America subculture on something she hasn't taken the trouble to understand, and is in any case, too busy reading Graham Greene and Walt Whitman to find out about it.
Another shemale enforcer of the consensus, an alleged convert to Catholicism making an appeal to authenticity.
Watch out boys.
http://pentiment.blogspot.com/2011/07/real-men.htmlReal Men
When, after a lackadaisical childhood catechesis, years spent doing my own thing, and a dramatic conversion experience, I came back to the Catholic Church in 2002, I found that there was a New York City subculture I had never known existed: the subculture of young orthodox and Traditionalist Catholics. Many of this subculture’s adherents were actively looking for a mate, and I dated a few of them, which was an experience unlike anything I was familiar with from my own long romantic struggles.
Many of the men in this subculture were what I can only call essentially wounded in their masculinity. It was as if their self-identification as men had been haphazardly constructed out of subersive images of masculinity refracted to them from the culture; as if, finding certain norms of masculinity repellent (not without reason, it must be said), and not having had male role models to demonstrate for them any ontological qualities of manhood, these young men had skirted around the edges of male behavior, and had finished by taking affect for essence. Their own masculinity seemed to have been forged in opposition and negation, cobbled together out of strong, oppositional attitudes to what repelled them culturally, rather than out of any positive attitudes, such as the wish to take on essential male roles -- engaging, for instance, in meaningful ways in the existential struggle to fight real enemies, and providing for and protecting the vulnerable, including women and children. In addition, some of these men seemed to have self-consciously adopted certain styles, tastes, hobbies, and mannerisms associated with other times and places than twenty-first-century New York, identifying themselves more with, say, Europe before World War I, or fin-de-siècle Paris, or the New York of the Gilded Age. One man from this set whom I dated asked me seriously once whether I considered myself American (he didn’t, in spite of the fact that, like me, he was).
I do not mean to suggest that these men were ɧoɱosɛҳųαƖ. As far as their actual sɛҳuąƖ problems and proclivities went, I did not get close enough to any of them to be able to speak with any authority. However, I began to believe that the one I got closest to had a problem with pornography based on one or two little hints he let drop, and also on the fact that, after we’d decided to be “just friends” and I got engaged to someone else, he emailed me some disturbing soft-porn images of an Eastern European dominatrix whom, he said, I resembled. This man was employed in a field related to Catholic apologetics, and I'm not saying that to be a successful, or even a sincere, apologist, one must be free of dark sɛҳuąƖ neuroses and addictions. Only God knows what is in the hearts of any of us, including, as we have seen lately in the case of the disgraced Fr. Corapi, in the heart of the priest who is saying Mass, and in the hearts of those who appear to be the most holy. Only God knows what snares they must outrun each and every day of their lives in order to escape falling into the hells that are peculiarly painful and horrible and familiar just to them. But I am saying that the combination of qualities that I saw in this man -- a shrinking from true, essential masculinity, a way of being a man that in fact seemed gerry-built upon opposition to cultural standards of masculinity, a self-professed orthodox Catholicism veering towards Traditionalism, and some deep-seated sɛҳuąƖ problems -- struck me as disturbingly emblematic of a certain kind of orthodox Catholic man.
In other parts of what someone has called "Catholic Blogistan," the “sola skirtura” debate rages on. This debate couldn’t be more preposterous, or a less compelling use of mental energy, to me personally, but my background is different from that of most of the people who frequent these particular Catholic areas of the interwebs. For some of the skirts-only enthusiasts, it's ostensibly a question of femininity. For others, it's a question of women in pants committing some kind of sin against God and man by allowing the outline of their lower body to be seen, rather than inferred. While these arguments are not interesting to me, however, the evidently torrid atmosphere from which they arise is. I can't help but thinking that men who get hot and bothered about whether women wear pants are coming from a place that I can only call sɛҳuąƖly troubled, and it reminds me of the sɛҳuąƖ woundedness I encountered in the men of the orthodox Catholic subculture into which I ventured after my reversion.
I do not mean to suggest that I am not sɛҳuąƖly wounded myself. I am. And, as I mentioned earlier, neither am I suggesting that sɛҳuąƖly-wounded men cannot be effective apologists. They can. It is when they write or speak out of a poorly-hidden crisis in their own masculinity, which I believe is a refelction of a cultural crisis of essential masculinity, that I get worried for women. Some orthodox Catholic men, on the one hand, appear to be trying to regain an impossible Edenic ideal of manhood and fatherhood that they may never have seen or experienced in their own lives. Others, though perhaps unconsciously, appear to do everything possible to avoid the self-sacrifice called for in marriage and fatherhood by attempting to disassociate themselves from any accepted cultural norms of masculinity, and, in so doing, fail to present themselves to eligible women as viable potential husbands and fathers.
The same man who sent me the dominatrix pictures before my marriage confided in me his great fear -- a phobia, really -- of one day having a child with Down syndrome. His revulsion for children with Down syndrome was so unusual that I wondered if it was, like his apparent attraction to S&M pornography, another part of his wounded masculinity, as if being unable to love the obviously disabled were somehow connected to preferring exaggerated images of unbalanced sɛҳuąƖ power to the vulnerability (and, one could say, the shame) of a sɛҳuąƖ relationship between normal, fallen, imperfect, broken husbands and wives. (It has occurred to me that, as much as I may or may not resemble an Eastern European dominatrix, he would have been terribly disappointed and unhappy being married to me. And if we had been married, and had happened to have disabled children, as I do with the man whom I did marry, I doubt he would have stuck around too long).
I have no answers to the problems of wounded masculinity and femininity in the Church. We are all essentially broken, after all. Nonetheless, when one of us is wounded in this fundamental way, and acts out of his woundedness, and does damage to others as a result of it, the entire Mystical Body of Christ suffers. I hope and pray that priests and laypeople may work together to heal the wounded -- i.e., our brothers and sisters and ourselves -- which I think would go a long way towards healing relationships between Catholic men and women.