Super Sloppy 17ths

By Genevieve Dempre

I realized I was a feminist the first time I gave myself permission to be angry with men. My first boyfriend in high school spent a lot of time undermining me in ways that felt like love. He’d tell me I was pretty but not sexy, and then have sex with me. He’d tell me I was smart, but then laugh with his brothers at how I was “ditzy.” He’d look deep into my eyes and tell me the world was ours, and how much he loved me, then tell me I was being crazy when I’d call him more than he liked, or when I’d ask for anything at all. He gave me what he wanted to give me when he wanted to give it to me, and I got to tell myself over and over again that it was what being in love was like.

That guy broke my heart when he broke up with me, and I felt like I lost my whole world. He made me feel like my world wasn’t any bigger than him and that any attempts to make it so were a result of me being “crazy.” After that I gravitated towards any guy who made me feel validated for a few minutes. I wanted to be friends with guys only—I told myself that women were catty and shallow, and that I just got along better with guys. Looking back on that time, I was desperately unhappy and also desperate to be someone who mattered. And the only people I knew who mattered were men.

I sat through marathon sports sessions and pretended to care. I cooked and I cleaned and I fetched beer and I sat by while guys made comments about other girls … girls who weren’t me, because I certainly wasn’t that girl. I wasn’t stupid and slutty and weak, I wasn’t obsessed with Sex and the City and bad alcohol, and I certainly didn’t get easily offended like all those other girls did, by stuff like porn and strippers and sexual comments.

I could keep that face on until I couldn’t. And that’s when the shortfalls of these guys became painfully apparent. When I missed my first boyfriend so much, I cried during sex with a one night stand and the guy asked if I was OK—and when I said yes, he kept going while I kept crying. When a guy cheated on his girlfriend with me and—nevermind that I was drunk and he was four years older and it was my first week of college—she stayed in a relationship with him but made sure everyone we knew heard about what an evil, dirty, boyfriend-stealing slut I was. When I was too drunk to drive home and asked a male acquaintance to drive me, and we had sex that I don’t fully remember—but he told everyone. And this stuff happened again and again, until it culminated in a night when at a fraternity party, someone grabbed a microphone and asked if anyone wanted their turn at “super sloppy seventeenths” with me.

I dropped out of school then. I felt so worthless I wanted to die. Everyone had figured it out: I was weak, worthless, stupid, and worst of all, a total whore. And after I hit rock-bottom I started to wonder why. Why was it that sex meant that something had been taken away from me and given to some guy? Why was it that guys could shamelessly talk about their sex lives, but I was supposed to be ashamed of mine? Where exactly did this slut label that was breaking my heart come from?

And then the first guy came back. After another painfully draining relationship with him, I got the opportunity to tell him to go fuck himself, to get his things out of the house and leave me to my life. I finally started living for myself. And I realized that straight white men are given power, but the rest of us have to find ours. That made me so angry and so determined at the same time, and something inside me fundamentally changed: I stopped accepting things for what they are and started asking questions about why they are that way. This changed my career trajectory in an insanely positive way. It changed how I relate to men, which led to a fantastic, egalitarian relationship with a man I plan to marry (I’m the one who proposed). And perhaps most importantly, it led to some deeply rewarding friendships with other women. Whom I stopped viewing as the enemy in my quest for male validation and started to see as fellow survivors of the patriarchy.

I found feminism like some people find religion. It changed my life and it made me whole.

This was originally posted on the Ms. Magazine Blog on March 31, 2011. The piece was part of a week-long blog carnival in honor of Feminist Coming Out Day.

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I have a Ph.D. from UCLA in sociology (emphasis: gender, social psych, women's psych). I currently teach sociology and women's studies at Foothill College in Los Altos Hills, CA. I have also lectured at San Jose State University. And I have blogged for Ms. Magazine, The Good Men Project and Daily Kos.

Posted on April 12, 2011, in feminism, gender, men, psychology, relationships, sex, sexism, women and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. I sort of question Ms. Dempre’s view on feminism, which seems to be an outlet for her to dislike men (other than her partner). Feminism is more than that…

    • I guess different people can read this in different ways.

      I didn’t see this as saying men are bad, but rather, that the times when she felt ill-treated by men brought out her feminism. (You only get a few hundred words in a blog post – can’t discuss everything.)

  2. I can completely relate to this blog post. When I was younger I met a boy and made him my world I spent 7 years being what I thought he wanted. Even though I knew that who I was being in that relationship wasn’t who I really was. I became what he wanted me to be. I also allowed things to happen that on a normal basis would have never been ok. Along with all this it helped me to mold the woman that I am now, it helped me to become a more independent woman, this bad relationship paved the way for me to know what I want in a relationship and a partner. I spent 7 years feeling like I was never good enough to be with him, because he would tell me “I was nothing without him”. I find comfort in knowing that I was not alone and that there are other women that have felt the same way I did.

  3. Tricia Sanders

    Everyone needs to find their power within, sometimes it comes to you on a rocky journey. The important thing is to learn from mistakes made and move on and find your place. As a teenager, that first relationship can determine what’s to come if you let it get the best of you. Teenagers are still learning how to handle their emotions and balance their lives along with many other things and many times their relationship becomes their entire life. One the breakup occurs, often times there is a feeling of being lost and alone in the world.

    Once someone finds his or her power it is amazing how fast his or her lives fall into place. There is that sense of control and accomplishment.

  4. Smeeta Maharaj

    This is such a great piece. I hate how girls cant sleep with multiple guys but guys can sleep around however much they want. Even in our class discussion about this, most of the boys argued how they wouldn’t like a girl who has had more experience then them. I think it is because their pride gets shut down. Like a man is suppose to “control” the bedroom and if the women knows more then it just looks bad i guess. It’s wrong. I agree that women shouldn’t sleep around but that same rule applies for a man. I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship where the guy has been with a lot of different girls. To me sex is a way to show how much you care about someone and if you both have slept around a lot then the sex just means sex not love.

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