Seneca: “What’s this ‘murder and rape’ bullshit Exoristos?”
Exoristos: “Oh.
“Well I’m not saying boys murder and rape, only that they are culturally trained to do so. Unless they are lucky enough to go to war or brave enough to defy the law, the training is mostly thwarted.
“Instead they have football and dating.”
Seneca: “Football’s cool, but I like wrestling better.”
Exoristos: “Another good example. What’s the point of physically pitting boys against each other? It’s about strength deciding things. It’s about violence deciding things.”
Seneca: “Well that’s how the world works. And no you’re wrong, it’s about fun. Girls do sports too.”
Exoristos: “Well sports isn’t the only training. What happens if a little girl pulls another girl’s hair? What’s the parents’ reaction? They are embarrassed and pull them apart. What happens if a boy pushes another boy?”
Seneca: “ ‘Go little dudes.’ ”
Exoristos: “Pretty much.
“It’s even in fairytales. The guy has to kill something, someone, and then he has to convince the girl. It’s true that, in the happy stories, their desire to be together is mutual―it doesn’t matter―it’s still his will, his actions, and the girl succumbs.”
Seneca: “What’s wrong with that?”
Exoristos: “And when a boy is older he receives advice how to persuade women―he is told a forceful personality will be rewarded, and so on. Not to mention the rules that the boy always must ‘ask the girl out’ or whatever―other way round would be a scandal.
“Never mind what an affront to Eros it is that girls may never act at its promptings! Point is, a boy must learn to force things on a girl―that’s his training.”
Seneca [impatiently]: “Well what’s wrong with that?”
Exoristos [hotly]: “What’s wrong with it? It’s the germ of rape, it’s the seed of slavery. And do you think boys want to be this kind of person?
“Some women want to be equal to men by saying: ‘Let us, too, kill each other and be forcefully promiscuous!’ Does anyone think that, instead, boys should be allowed to be peaceful and tender? Don’t they see―”
Seneca: “Tender!”
Exoristos: “Honest to how they feel! Not that by the time a boy is grown he knows anymore what he truly feels. Don’t you see that, if a girl’s parents somewhere persuaded her not to cry or to tell her friends she loves them, it would be an abuse?”
Seneca: “You are fucked up man. Do you want a hug? Why do you want men and women equal anyway?”
Exoristos [solemnly]: “Because it’s right.”
Seneca: “Boys and girls aren’t the same, period. It’s not right.”
Exoristos: “By equal I mean justice, not sameness.”
[Pause.]
Seneca: “Got to go. Got to pick up Anonyma.”
Exoristos: “Do you believe in God, Seneca?”
Seneca: “Yup. I was saved at three, they tell me. Ha.”
Exoristos: “When was your sister saved?”
Seneca [distractedly; hunting for his keys]: “About the same time. She was fourteen I guess.”
Exoristos: “And did you, or your dad, or some boy at school have to invite her before she was allowed to be saved?”
Seneca: “Okay dude. I’m going out.” [Door slams.]
Exoristos: “Well there you go.”
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