Not long ago I posted a blurbette on the Saudi asshole who married his 8-year-old daughter to a middle-aged creep in exchange for $8000; the Saudi courts wouldn’t grant her a divorce because — yup, it’s true — the kid was too young to file the suit.
By way of updating the case: now the Saudi Justice Minister is “planning to review” the “arbitrariness by parents and guardians in marrying off minor girls.”
I mention this, not because I foresee great strides in women’s liberation in these Saudi plans to “review’ tribal godbag customs of child sex slavery which have been set in stone for centuries, but because of the first line of the story in the Telegraph.
The country is a patriarchal society that applies a form of Sunni Islam that gives fathers the right to wed their sons and daughters to whoever they deem fit.
Forget, for a moment, that the sentence is itself awkward. It is almost comical, the way the words “the country is a patriarchal society” may appear in Western mainstream media only when alluding to some distant barbaric land where violent men are not constrained by noble humanitarian considerations. Pakistan. Afghanistan. Saudi Arabia.
The concession that patriarchy exists at all seems only to heave into view when those vulgar philistines over there omit to exhibit sufficient subtlety in the way they go about oppressing women. Here in the West we subscribe to a more civilized mass delusion: that giving lip service to “more equality” for women is the same as liberation. This belief allows the seamless integration of patriarchal ideology with our supposedly progressive politics. Thus may our jingo-happy media single out Saudi Arabia as “patriarchal,” implying that the dudes who run our patriarchy are the moral superiors of those ham-fisted forced-marriage-ists over there.
We don’t need anything as clumsy and obvious as Sharia up in this mug. In fact, our patriarchy is so elegantly engineered that women themselves voluntarily do much of the dirty work of oppression, so greatly do they enjoy and freely choose dudecentricity as the logical conclusion of their natural-born femininity. Many Western women hardly need more than the occasional implied threat to keep them on their little painted toes.
For example, here in the US, patriarchs don’t need to marry off their daughters to assholes; the daughters are sufficiently saturated in the patriarchal imperative (“a husband gives you an identity without which you are worthless”) that they marry themselves off to assholes. And then they call it The Happiest Day of My Life.