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Welcome Sluts! Oh, wait. This isn’t the Slut Walk. Welcome Hugo Schwyzer’s Facebook Friends! You all think I’m a creep for addressing your guru, but my post here is mostly a reaction to Mr. Schwyzer’s post last week about how he had sex with a woman and colluded with that woman to have another man raise the child that was possibly sprung from their tryst. The sticking point for me is that Mr. Schwyzer believes that the woman in question had the right to choose who would raise her child. Hugo had absolutely no concern about the man who may very well be raising a child that isn’t his. And Hugo justified this by the very Machiavellian argument that the child is in good hands now – an argument that speaks nothing about Hugo’s and the woman’s ethics many years ago. So that is your teacher. Also the same man who has carried on illicit affairs with students in the past. My contention is that Schwyzer has traded off one form of narcissim for another; he went from shagging Fem 101 students to playing their benevolent savior. In short: I question the man’s motives. Some believe that I am being petty by posting this, but I probably wouldn’t have if the good professor hadn’t evaded almost every honest and salient critique of his original piece. He played daft and dumb and erected strawmen, evaded questions, and tried to make it seem as if a certain subset of men just wanted to control women’s choices. But that’s not it. Personally, I am just against lying and unethical behavior.
There is really no excuse for taking self-snapped photos and posting them for the world to see. Only a narcissist or a prima donna would do such a thing with any regularity. While I’ll admit that I’ve taken self-snap photos and put them on Facebook, they’ve always been done ironically – as in, I took the self-snap in order to make fun of the concept of the self-snap. That is really the only defense of the self-snap, and even then you run the risk of being labeled a post-ironic hipster doofus.
Hugo Schwyzer doesn’t place those limitations on himself, though. But after all, he does eat hummus.
Here is just one self-snap from Schwyzer’s Facebook which is full of upwards of 200 displays of compensatory self-love.
The man is obviously obsessed with his own image. He’s hardly any degrees removed from Anthony Weiner in terms of the need for validation from outside (feminine) sources – which could explain the good professor’s fascination with sexting, dick pics, and professor-student relationships.
Schwyzer is obviously familiar with the workings of a mind that is predisposed to this type of behavior – which he’s admitted to in the various affairs he’s conducted with his female students. Now, I have no problem with professor-student relationships nor do I really care about Anthony Weiner, but I’m also not a gender studies professor who seeks to disprove the notion that gender roles and behaviors sex differences are rooted in nature. For his part though, Schwyzer has disavowed the prof-student relationship and has let the pendulum swing to the complete opposite end of the spectrum by advocating for female students and denigrating the older male professor who would like to lay with them. Since he can no longer justify banging his students (he has a wife and a kid and it isn’t in the spirit of feminism) he has constructed an argument that it is forever and always hegemonic for an older man to carry on an affair with a student or a woman below a certain age.
And then we have a two-fer: the self-snap Vegan sweatshirt. The personal is political with these people; the use of meat and animal byproducts becomes an issue for activism that creates a need for protest hoodies.
There are other markings of a need for validation. There are Schwyzer’s several pictures denoting the various non-meat meals he’s consuming, the non-alcoholic drinks he’s imbibing, and the picture of Hollywood actor Guy Pearce who Schwyzer believes he looks like.
Everything he does – from his writing to his leading L.A.’s SlutWalk to his posing for his own pictures – screams “Look at me! Look at me!” I’m not sure if Schwyzer has drawn a direct line from his previous addictions to his current one, and I’m not sure how well he understands himself. At the heart of all of this is Schwyzer’s need for attention – especially from women. Which is really at the heart of the pussy-beggar and the male feminist and the male apologist alike. Smart of him, then, to become a women’s studies teacher. I’ll give him props for that.