Originally Posted by warbird
Good afternoon!
I hv just finished the Introduction of Sex-ploytation (published in 1999) n I already love it! The author n I think alike!!
I hv to go out now but I like to post it here:
Introduction
Twenty-five years ago, a remarkable book was published entitled The Manipulated Man.
Its author was Esther Vilar, an Argentinian-born physician and psychologist, who had
emigrated from her native Buenos Aires to West Germany. From the vantage point of
such rich cultural experience, Vilar was in a unique position to cast a critical eye on the
social milieu of the 1960's and 70's; and because she had managed to disencumber herself
from the hypocrisy so natural to her gender, she was free to unleash her intelligence as a
ruthlessly honest critic of male/female relationships.
Although it was only a slim volume, The Manipulated Man nevertheless packed the
wallop of a hand grenade. Vilar's crucial thesis was that women, by manipulating men
with sex, have conditioned them to respond like Pavlov's dogs, to be shackled into a
lifetime of subservience and slavery for the fulfillment of female desires. It was a coldblooded
manipulation, indeed. To Vilar, the typical American housewife was nothing
more than a parasitic prostitute living off the bounty of her husband's hard labor,
mercilessly goading him to make more money so that she could enjoy the finer things in
life without any expenditure of effort on her part. In her words: "Women live an animal
existence. They like eating, drinking, sleeping-even sex, providing there is nothing to do
and no real effort is required of them."
Extreme though her conclusions appeared to be, nevertheless Vilar had hit her target dead
center. Predictably enough, the book touched off a furor of controversy and female rage
(it was vilified as a textbook of misogyny). Women's age-old scam of trading sex for
food and shelter, so long whitewashed by tacit societal approval, had been suddenly
spotlighted under the stark glare of public scrutiny. Women protested; Vilar was
condemned as a traitor to her gender; copies of the book were confiscated and burned by
threatened wives and girlfriends. The female con game had been at last exposed, and the
truth burned like the slash of a knife.
The late 60's and early 70's was an era of abrupt and tumultuous cultural change, and
Vilar might have thought she had touched a nerve in younger readers. Giddily
empowered by a reckless interpretation of the new fad of feminism, women began to
burn their bras and to clamor for better jobs and pay equal to their male counterparts. The
invention of the birth control pill freed them to experiment with sex, to enjoy its pleasures
without fear of pregnancy. The sort of women Vilar had been castigating-housewives
idling away their afternoons lunching with girlfriends and withholding sex until their
husbands bought them a bigger diamond ring or a fur coat-suddenly seemed hopelessly
passé. An unstoppable tide of liberation seemed to have turned.
Yesterday's whores would hand down their burnt-out torches of greed to an enlightened generation of women
who treasured men as partners in life, not meal tickets. Sex had become a celebration, no
longer a tool to extort money from men. A new age had begun.
But such optimistic hopes were short-lived. This "new age" died a quick and pitiless
death, a squirming victim sacrificed on the altar of female greed. As business boomed
and diversified in the late 70's and early 80's, and baby-boomer men prospered, the fires
of avarice began once again to blaze up fiercely in female hearts.
The mercenary opportunities of their gender nagged insistently at these young revolutionaries, and their
mothers' words haunted them with timeworn advice: why should men buy the cow if they
can have the milk for free? Ironically the equal rights movement, with its emphasis on
individual freedom and gender parity, had somehow spawned an evil twin sister. Fueled
by an all encompassing anger and avarice, a renegade self-serving feminism had spun off
the old one, a greed-ridden parody of a noble ideal. It sanctioned women to become even
more selfish and demanding of men than their mothers had been. Now they wanted their
cake and eat it, too: while they marched for equal rights and equal pay, they still expected
men to take care of their needs, and they still offered the bait of their bodies to plunder
male wallets. Feminism didn't free the ordinary woman; it simply gave blunt franchise to
her greed.
But the future promised an even blacker forecast. By the mid 80's, female arrogance had
spread like a virulent cancer, and women had begun to assess men not as equals, but as
inferiors. A woman's version of equal rights had turned into "pay for me-and pay a lotwithout
question". I am woman, you owe me. The cute conniving of their mothers had
had its day; coldly trading the use of her body for big money had become a woman's
business. Instead of "if it feels good, do it", now it was "if it feels good, sell it". Make
cash, not love.
Whoredom was back, and this time with a vengeance.
In comparison to this unbounded greed, Vilar's women seemed like schoolgirls making
cow-eyes at Daddy to con him out of extra allowance. At least her housewives were more
honest prostitutes, selling themselves within the context of the social norm, more or less
under the aegis of societal blessing. But these new whores had emerged as the most
flagrant of hypocrites, parading themselves as emancipated, yet still insisting on cash for
sex, then refusing to admit the reality of their prostitution.
This is an incendiary book. It takes up where Esther Vilar left off twenty-five years ago.
The primary targets of its criticisms are single and divorced women, since they are the
most egregious offenders in regarding mate selection and dating as a whore-john
relationship.
In these times of rampant inflation and rising housing costs, economic
realities force many married women to go to work-kicking and screaming against their
will, of course-in order to help support a family. Still, quite a few women live off the hard
work of their husbands, contributing nothing to the marriage but high bills and an
occasional lay. At these prostitutes this book is aimed as well.
Male readers will applaud the conclusions of Sex-Ploytation, and will cheer that at long
last someone has found the courage to rip the mask off female duplicity to ransom men,
emancipating them from their chains of frustration and sexual slavery.
Female readers will doubtless be outraged. Some will predictably rant and rave that the book is "antiwoman";
others, threatened by the exposure of their manipulations, will bury their heads
in the sands of disbelief and denial. But truth is truth; it exists independent of wishful
thinking. All of us are guilty of egoistic provincialism; all of us rigorously defend the
battlements of our illusions.
Women are especially skilled in such fantasies, preferring
magical thinking over naked reality. They are herd creatures, naively following whatever
direction society leads them. Seemingly incapable of independent thought, they troop
along the path of least resistance, entranced by a kind of hypnosis which allows them to
disavow any responsibility for their actions.
It takes far less effort to warm the bed of a millionaire than to earn a million dollars yourself. It is much less expensive to pretend to
be a tragic victim of a "male-dominated" society than to pay for your own dinner.
Even though, like The Manipulated Man, this book is sure to be denounced as misogynist
literature, it has no interest in hating women or in female-bashing. It is not motivated by
anger or bitterness, or even cynicism. To come to such a conclusion is, as above, to
follow a path of least resistance. It is, rather, a book of uncensored observations of human
behavior, and so is not an agenda-ridden manifesto, as is so typical of anti-male literature.
The conclusions written here may be inflammatory, perhaps even menacing, but they are
culled from real life and real experience, and therefore cannot be denied nor disproved.
The true purpose of this book is not to despise women, but to shine a harsh light on their
mercenary behavior, and to expose this behavior to uncompromising scrutiny.
With any luck, this book will inspire social change; at worst it will push a little farther along the
trail blazed by Esther Vilar two-and a-half decades ago.
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