The world’s most famous madam is opening a red light house for female patrons.
Heidi Fleiss said she has reached a deal with a licensed brothel owner in Nevada to turn one of his three establishments, the Cherry Patch, into a posh bordello that she will rename “Heidi Fleiss’ Stud Farm.” “I am opening up a stud farm,” Fleiss said. “I am going to have the sexiest men on earth. Women are going to love it.”
Although it’s comforting to know I’ll have work if my law practice ever flounders, I question the enterprise.
I dislike the immorality of it, of course, but that’s too obvious to merit comment. I’m more interested in the mindset behind it.
Despite Midnight Cowboy, American Gigolo, and Deuce Bigalow themes to the contrary, male prostitutes are a fantasy. A few exist, sure, but the male prostitute mostly services aging homosexuals whose life of perversion has left them in emotionally twisted isolation.
The lack of heterosexual male prostitutes points to a fundamental difference between men and women. Men hunt, women stay home. That’s one way of putting it.
Another way of putting it is, “Men’s foolish and wild ways need to be domesticated, and that calls for a monogamous and chaste relationship with a woman.” Women don’t have that intuitive wild roaming feature. I don’t know why. It’s just the way it is, and most everyone from the ancient Greeks onward has realized it.
Yet that doesn’t stop the fantasizing about a different world, a world where women act like men.
That, as far as I can see, is all that’s happening with the Fleiss Stud Farm. It’s just another step on a trajectory that began when women demanded to be put on an equal footing in the workplace, when a handful of politically-inclined females decided that motherhood and the domestic life aren’t a woman’s natural calling.
We now have women CEOs and women politicians. We have female bounty hunters and lumberjacks. We have female football and hockey leagues. We even have an increasing female prison population.
In retrospect, I think the whole thing could’ve been stopped, but the men reacted poorly. Their response was: “You’re not good enough for the workplace.” And that fired up the women, who have proven that they’re more than good enough for it.
If men had realized the woman’s superior talents from the beginning, maybe none of this would’ve happened. Instead of shooing them away with machismo, men should’ve told them, “You’re too good for the workplace.”
The workplace, after all, is second rate. It exists to serve the home. For years, we’ve criticized men who take their jobs too seriously. Samples: “You need to take time to smell the flowers.” “You should work to live, not live to work.” “When you’re on your deathbed, are you going to recall fondly all those late hours in the office?”
Those are apt criticisms, but the modernist female agenda didn’t know about them. It fell into the mental trap of thinking that money and business come first. It forgot that money and business are important, but only because they support that which truly comes first: the home.
And it’s the home that women are “hard wired” to serve, and that’s why they’re often so competent in the workplace. They’re meant, after all, to use their talents in the home: a venue that is both more delicate and powerful than the workplace. When they take those superior talents to the office, the results are kinda like a black belt using his skills on cripples. That is for those domestic talents that do transfer into the workplace. There are others that do not. And when women are sold the bill of goods that the workplace is all that matters, those other talents go unused, frustrating women and impoverishing society.
The result is unfair — to the men whose wages are driven lower, to the children who are supposed to have those superior services at their disposal, and to a nation that needs those children to take the reins some day.
Heidi Fleiss’ Stud Farm is unfortunate. But not nearly as unfortunate as the dreamland mindset and societal landscape that makes it seem reasonable.
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Eric Scheske is an attorney, the Editor of The Daily Eudemon, a Contributing Editor of Godspy, and the former editor of Gilbert Magazine.
