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The Chauvinistic Undertones of Earnest Hemingway's The Sun Also Rises Are Representative of the 20th Century Male's Ulterior Resentment of Emergent Feminine Sexuality
The 20th century was a momentous one for women in America.
Women finally achieved the right to vote, the right to fair wages, and most importantly, the right to personal pleasure.
Whereas in preceding centuries, the Puritan-dominated culture of America treated sexual union between man and woman as a begrudgingly tolerated extension of the slave-bondage that masqueraded as marriage, the efforts of the leading feminists of the 1900s led to a new perception of fornication. These pioneers, nay, revolutionaries, envisioned sex as a consensual, celebratory activity. Thanks to the efforts of these women, the 20th century would be the arbiter of a new attitude towards female sexuality that dared to embrace the idea of a female sexual appetite and belatedly recognized the female orgasm.
Ernest Hemingway is notorious for writing into the gender stereotypes of machismo. His female characters are typically shallow, and at best, are merely passive receptors of the dominant men that surround them. In The Sun Also Rises, Brett Ashley is juxtaposed with Hemingway's 'traditionally' feminine characters. Brett's perfectly normal sex life is depicted as causing terrible consequences for the men who surround her and admire her. Her decision to act autonomously in order to satiate her sexual drive is portrayed in a malignant light by
Hemingway, who perpetuates the very same gender stereotypes that led to his own rampant spousal abuse in the 1950's.
Hemingway implies that the rightful role of a woman is to subvert her will to the arbitrary demands of the first alpha male to grace her with his attentions. Hemingway openly values the type of patriarchy-driven oppression that leads women to suffer through domestic violence even today, convinced that it is their 'role' to allow not only their feelings but their physical well-being to be regulated by men. In conclusion, Hemingway, a man whose beliefs regarding the ideal male still persist in the modern American conception of a 'hero', demonstrates in The Sun Also Rises the underlying resentment towards the emergent egalitarianism of sexual privileges that has accompanied the feminist movements of the early 20th century.
Suck My Dick!
It's people like you who ruin shit for the rest of us.
This book, as far as I can tell from SparkNotes, was just about bull-fighting and how much it sucks to have your dick cut off in a war. Why do you have to try to make it seem all anti-feminist and stuff? OK, it's possible he was implying that this chick should be a little less of a slut. Is that really so crazy, considering that she was doing, like, four dudes in rapid succession? Not only is that kinda lame of her but it's also just really dirty, you know, from a purely hygienic standpoint. But that's fine, go ahead and insist on your right to sluttiness.
Please, by all means, suck my dick. You are one of those obnoxious Feminazis who insist on seeing phallic symbols everywhere, then bitch about it. Oh look, a giant awesome skyscraper? Must represent a dick. Badass sword? Dick. Washington monument? GIANT DICK. As much as it may disappoint you to hear, there is no huge conspiracy to recreate dicks in as many places as possible. But since you insist that there is, here's a real live one for you. Let me proffer my swollen member. This is no symbol. Go on, suck my dick.
I feel that I need to defend Hemingway's reputation. This guy, Ernest Hemingway, was so badass he came up with the frickin' awesome idea of blowing his own head off with a shotgun. What a badass. Most people who commit suicide do so after a lot of bitching and moaning about not having friends or being lonely or something. Even then, half of the time they only attempt suicide half-heartedly so everyone will pretend to love them afterwards and be like "No, dude, don't commit suicide, everyone really likes to have a whiny-ass pussy who can't even cut his wrists correctly hanging around." Hemingway didn't choose one of those half-assed suicide methods where you can probably recover. One day he was just like 'I think I'll blow my head off with a shotgun', and he did. Word is that this move was so incredibly badass, that not only did his head blow up, but the head of everybody else within a five mile radius did too. If you are too lame to realize how awesome this is, then you can just suck my dick. The whole shotgun suicide thing must've rivaled the first time a samurai committed hari-kari. Everybody's just minding their own business then some guy just up and stabs himself through the stomach with his own sword. Jesus Christ. Every girl in Japan would've done that guy right then and there, if he hadn't already had entrails spewing out everywhere.
Screw this writing shit, I'm going to go play with my Wii. In conclusion, though, suck my dick.
