What do a Georgian Bachelor, a Trafficker, and a Cult-Leader Have in Common?


April 4, 2013 by lucieromarin

Ambling past the shelves in a bookshop today, thinking about a post related to food, health and money, my eye caught the title of a new book: How to Create the Perfect Wife, by Wendy Moore. I reached for a copy, and read the first paragraph of the blurb, as follows:

London, spring, 1769. Like many people, Thomas Day dreamed of meeting the perfect partner. In fact, Day knew eaxctly the type of woman he wanted to marry. Pure and virginal yet tough and hardy, uncorrupted by society yet fully schooled in the discoveries of the day, she would share his dream of living in rural seclusion, attending to his every whim.

I thought: Gaaaaah!!!

Does this sound familiar?

See, I kind of thought this attitude was mostly particular to contemporary religious cults, but here was an irreligious man inspired by Enlightenment thought, thinking the same thing as your twenty-year-old Catholic agrarianism aficionado, and doing exactly the same thing as your cultic-Protestant-homeschooler. (He was allowed to take two 12-year-old orphans into his home and subject them to a training programme, which included, for one of them, having a gun fired at her skirts.)

Well, I know that this is supposed to be a blog about recovering from burnout and disappointment, rather than about what Some Groups of Americans Do Wrong. I also know that it’s customary to read a book before you write about the thoughts that it’s given you, and I’m only up to the blurb. However, I’ve already started having thoughts, and here they are:

1) As soon as I read about Day’s setting bizarre tests for the girls (such as offering clothes to one, and then making her burn them), I remembered the words (more or less!) of one of the trafficked girls quoted in ‘Girls Like Us,’ as she came to understand the meaning of mind-control: “You mean like when he makes you do weird sh*t just to see if you’ll obey?”

What do a Georgian bachelor, a trafficker, and a cult-leader have in common? In a word: training.

2) Education is unto the good of the one educated. Training is unto the good of the trainer. This is why you educate a student and train an employee. It’s nice that you get a career out of your traineeship, but really, it’s not offered to you because your employer cares about your career. If you do badly, you’ll get fired, because your training is, from his viewpoint, for the sake of his business.

To a certain extent, you own the thing (pet dog) or the person (employee) you train. This is why, if you google ‘training wives’ you will not find any programmes listed at your Diocesan chancery or parish church. This is why a man who longs to meet an educated woman is not creepy, while a man who wishes to own a trained wife is.

3) I bet that, despite Day’s desire to take his virginal-yet-hardy bride to his rural holding, he didn’t do a thing to actually acquire a farm. It reminded me of the many happy occasions when I received unsolicited emails from urban would-be intellectuals about the beauty of farm life. I have a friend whose boyfriend (an unemployed city-dweller fond of reading about Catholic agrarianism) told her in all seriousness that, if they were married, he hoped she would choose to do all her laundry by hand.

However, this led me to another thought. Just as there’s a difference between a woman with bad taste and a woman with bad morals, so that a wholly inappropriate outfit can be worn in all innocence, there’s a difference between a dodgy thought and a dodgy thinker. When the boyfriend quoted above was rejected, he didn’t cry, “Feminist! Hoyden!” or any such thing. All he did was shuffle sorrowfully into the sunset. Some of this thoughts looked like the thoughts of abusive cult-husbands, but, ultimately, he wasn’t one of them. He was like the teenage boy fed a steady diet of pornography, who discovered to his surprise that his first girlfriend didn’t like any of his tricks. The Catholic man had enjoyed a diet of modesty-porn and domesticity-porn, which blinded him to what women really were. But he wasn’t evil.

Let’s not immediately assume that persons who say irritating things are evil. They might just be in need of a little education!

4) Having said that, and ‘fessing up to the fact that I too am one of those useless city girls who thinks she’s getting back to nature if her pot-plant doesn’t die, I’m going to say that, if you are going to advocate homesteading and self-sufficiency to me, you need to 4a) not dismiss sermons preached by priests who hail from the country, on the grounds that ‘they’re from the country, so, like, what do they have to say to intellectuals?’, and 4b) be able to drive, and 4c) probably also be able to kill animals and dig for more than half an hour before going inside to write a paper on G.K Chesterton as the Archetype of the Catholic Male.

The end!

One thought on “What do a Georgian Bachelor, a Trafficker, and a Cult-Leader Have in Common?

  1. Maria says:

    Wow..what a piece…but I cannot help thinking that there is some beauty in dreaming about the farm, the naturally handsome farmer, and the sunset in the west, shedding an orange and crimson light on the property that you own with your hardworking husband. Most of us dream this because of the tranquility it represents, a contemplative alternative to the mad rush around peak hour driving a brood of argumentative children to an educational institution that also demands a Saturday sport and other after school activities, not to mention the endless bills, arguments with the spouse how to pay for them. the constant “keeping up with the Jones’, the misunderstandings and pain the current urban life (which most of us) causes. I think we seek the peaceful alternative because we are at heart a peaceful, contemplative people. Nothing wrong with that..I agree with you.
    But it is your criteria, 4a-4c, at which I am intrigued. I would have said: Do not advocate the homesteading lifestyle to me unless:
    a) you are able to stand hours of your own company
    b) not only be able to drive, but change the tyre on the 4WD
    c) not only kill an animal, but also skin and prepare it for human consumption
    all of which is impossible for some women…like me…in which case…that hardworking farmer is a must!!! Or better still, a Mr Darcy type who has servants at your beck and call and money to match…then all of this is really unnecessary..and you still get the rural escapade.
    ..but then again…this is your blog…not mine!!!
    Something just dawned on me though…like our male counterparts being fed on various forms of porn, thus colouring their idea of what a woman really is…we too have been somewhat influenced by these silly romantic novels, thus clouding our own idea of what really is a man.
    A question similar to Pilate’s question about truth would be: Man? What is he, really?

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