{"id":679,"date":"2019-02-07T10:18:14","date_gmt":"2019-02-07T18:18:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=679"},"modified":"2019-02-07T11:17:41","modified_gmt":"2019-02-07T19:17:41","slug":"a-p-von-korys-short-history-of-chauvinism","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2019\/02\/07\/a-p-von-korys-short-history-of-chauvinism\/","title":{"rendered":"A P von K’Ory’s Short History of Chauvinism"},"content":{"rendered":"

Simon Thomas wrote a piece for the OED that caught my interest. It was about chauvinism. Now, that rings a bell, even without the \u2018male\u2019 preceding the noun. There\u2019s been a whole lot of public discussion since the #MeToo movement. And the staggering public discourse around sexism, bigotry, and prejudice. Thomas brought the word chauvinism<\/em> into my focus.<\/p>\n

Most of us have heard the term used in the phrase male chauvinism<\/em>, which means \u2018male prejudice against women; the belief that men are superior in terms of ability, intelligence,\u2019 and all the rest of it. According to research, the prevalence of this opinion dates back to the 1930s. There\u2019s no need to explain the male bit. But what about the chauvinism?<\/p>\n

Soldiering on<\/strong>
\nWho would have thought soldiers came into this, especially in an age where we have female soldiers? But it all began, according to Thomas, with one Nicolas Chauvin of Rochefort. Fighting in the time of Napoleon on the side of France, Chauvin\u2019s one major disadvantage was the soldier\u2019s nonexistence. On the other hand, his demonstrative patriotism and loyalty were the stuff of legend, and his name was used to celebrate as well as ridicule extreme patriotism, particularly as related to warfare. Indeed, the earliest sense in the OED is \u2018exaggerated patriotism of a bellicose sort; blind enthusiasm for national glory or military ascendancy<\/em>\u2019. The English equivalent is jingoism, which was originally a nickname for those who supported the policy of Lord Beaconsfield in sending a British fleet into Turkish waters to resist the advance of Russia in 1878.<\/p>\n

Here might be an idea for the historical novelists among us.
\nAfter the fall of Napoleon, the term \u2013 in the French versions chauvinisme<\/em> \u2013 was widely applied to ridicule old soldiers of the Empire (who chiefly professed heightened admiration for all Napoleon said and did). Chauvin was popularized in the Cogniard brothers\u2019 vaudeville La Cocarde Tricolor<\/em> \u2013 translating as \u2018the tricolour cockade\u2019 \u2013 where tricolour<\/em> is the French flag with its three bands of colour that most of us have heard of and seen, especially when it comes to football. The cockade<\/em> is \u2018a rosette or knot of ribbons worn in a hat as a badge of office, or as part of a livery\u2019. A right royal show, by the sounds of it.<\/p>\n

Broadening the definition<\/strong>
\nWhile \u2018excessive or aggressive patriotism\u2019 is still in use as a sense of chauvinism<\/em>, it has also become used in the sense of \u2018excessive or prejudiced support for one\u2019s own cause, group, or sex\u2019. So how did the broadening change occur? Well, the first use of chauvinism<\/em> dates to 1870, and the broadening sense followed by 1955. It frequently appeared\/appears with a defining adjective \u2013 such as cultural<\/em> or scientific<\/em>. Yet male<\/em> became far and away the most connotative adjective.<\/p>\n

Familiar with male chauvinist pig<\/em>, anyone? Quite what the pig did to deserve this connotation is unclear, but the noun (again, for \u2018a man who believes that men are superior to women\u2019) emerged around 1970. Perhaps surprisingly, the earliest use of the term comes from Playboy<\/em> (1970). The magazine \u2013 euphemistically labelled \u2018an American men\u2019s lifestyle and entertainment magazine\u2019 by Wikipedia \u2013 isn\u2019t always noted for its progressive views on feminism. Perhaps the Playboy<\/em> quotation in which the term appears \u2013 \u2018Up Against the Wall Male Chauvinist Pig!\u2019 \u2013 isn\u2019t the rallying cry for equality that it might seem, out of context.<\/p>\n

Things have, therefore, come full circle. While chauvinism<\/em> started life with a very specific application, it gradually grew broader, and then narrowed again. There are still a few applications that the noun chauvinist<\/em> can have, but in isolation, it\u2019s a pretty safe bet that it\u2019s being used to suggest that somebody is a misogynist.<\/p>\n

Another word which I plan to have a closer look at, as a writer of \u00a9Sophisterotica, where my female MCs aren\u2019t involved with \u2018damaged\u2019 men to save. Rather, the men may well be the saviours of strong, rebellious women, damaged or otherwise. Note the double entendre!<\/p>\n

\"The<\/p>\n

Blurb: Golden Shana: The Chase (Book 1)<\/strong>
\nAn evening at the opera house La Scala in Milan twirled the lives of five people into a web of intrigues, heartaches, human hunts, loss and revenge.<\/p>\n

Roman: I never chased after a woman. It was always the other way around. Then I caught a glimpse of the woman I would kneel for, at the opera, and I didn\u2019t even know her name. But I determined to find her if it took me the rest of my life.<\/p>\n

Shana: He stood in the room with her. The frisson in the currents freaking between them was as solid as a steel portal. The mutual force of predator and prey blasted its way into her core … her soul … Danger. Keep far away from him.<\/em><\/p>\n

Marie: Some men were born to rule the world; others were born to ruin it. Roman<\/p>\n

Alastair Northcott Broughton Castell was born to do both. But she loved him and awaited his baby.<\/p>\n

Alyssa: He was the lover she wouldn\u2019t tire of. Roman had something so damned perilous about him he was addictive. Who gets addicted to safe and riskless? Not her.<\/p>\n

Grieg\/Phoenix: Had His Girl interpreted that Friday night as abuse? He\u2019d only done what she wanted \u2013 protection of her cherished innocence.<\/p>\n

Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Chase (Book 1)<\/strong><\/p>\n

What a difference a day makes\u2026<\/em> And it hadn\u2019t been a day. It had been an evening<\/em> in Milan. Brief moments<\/em> of an evening. I didn\u2019t care about the consequences to whomever. Through my obsession with Svadishana I became aware of the fact that I was a person. A human being, not an almighty god, with all the baggage that comes with being that. I too \u2013 eureka! \u2013 had a heart pumping white and red corpuscles through my veins. Blood, not icicles.<\/p>\n

Was it love I felt for Svadishana? A woman I\u2019d spoken three whiny words \u2013 Please call me!<\/em> \u2013 to? Was it more than simple lust and desire? Did I want to possess more than just her body?<\/p>\n

Pondering these questions alone was so unlike me. That woman had turned me into an alien even unto my own self. What I felt, my inner voice said, was more than the thrill of the hunt. More than lust, desire, need, passion, the excitement of possession, and subjugation.<\/p>\n

Of course all that was part of it. But the basis or the source, the seedbed on which all that sprouted and was growing to full blossom in me, could well be something else.<\/p>\n

When I thought of her, saw her image from Milan in my mind, watched how she moved in long smooth strides in YouTube, my brow beaded with sweat. I couldn\u2019t pull my gaze away from the few photos I\u2019d fished out of the Internet. Group photos at a family birthday or the authorized biography of her father. Her movements in a YouTube conference clip were springy and powerful even in their smoothness. She exuded strength all over the place, laughing, talking, gesticulating.<\/p>\n

A breath-taking beauty. Such beauty that I dared not believe it at times.<\/p>\n

And brains to go with it.<\/p>\n

In love or not, I knew what I wanted and Svadishana was the answer. I wanted her and would do anything short of suicide to get her. Who knows \u2013 perhaps when it came to that as the only means available, I\u2019d really murder too. I didn\u2019t in the least care about the consequences, as long as they got me to where I wanted to get to.<\/p>\n

Svadishana\u2019s arms and knickers and\u2026 heart?<\/p>\n

What obsession, Roman. Get back to real.<\/em><\/p>\n

No chance. Real<\/em> was Svadishana.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/p>\n

Blurb: Golden Shana: The Capture (Book 2)<\/strong>
\nRoman finally gets together with Shana. But he finds himself wedged between three women and the man intent on killing him because of Shana. And there\u2019s the secret of Marie\u2019s unborn baby.<\/p>\n

Roman: I wanted to eat all of her. Even within that fortress I longed to erect around her to hold her captive in, to keep her away from men not worthy of the sight of her, I\u2019d devour her.<\/p>\n

Shana: Roman was deadly sex. She had no antigenic for immunity against him. Instead she lay there on his bed, in an impossible state of sluttish disarray, holding her breath.<\/p>\n

Marie: \u201cSo you didn\u2019t bring your rich old cow with you.\u201d The bitch was ten years older than her, years older than Roman himself. Weren\u2019t men supposed to prefer younger women?<\/p>\n

Alyssa: She was not going to let Roman treat her like a hole in the air. He started this triangle and she was going to make it equilateral.<\/p>\n

Grieg\/Phoenix: His philosophy stated that peace was bondage, and war was freedom. His Girl was his territory, and no other man\u2019s.<\/p>\n

Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Capture (Book 2)<\/strong>
\nI picked her up and carried her like a bride. Or a sleeping child. She nuzzled between my neck and shoulder. I kicked the door shut behind us.<\/p>\n

We were both ablaze, and I needed to check that, wind it down a notch.<\/p>\n

\u201cLike to lie down on the sofa and cuddle till we both slow down a bit?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBed.\u201d Her voice vibrated against my neck.<\/p>\n

We left the entrance hall behind us. The flames kept on leaping.<\/p>\n

\u201cOverriding my sensible decision?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. Bed.\u201d Tremulous once, tremulous twice.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust got me, and you want to run away with it.\u201d I bore her past the living room.<\/p>\n

\u201cBed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m getting a restraining order on you.\u201d I took the first stair, chest tight again.<\/p>\n

She lifted her head off my shoulder and her Huskies sent megawatts to my blues. Unveiled desire. My balls clenched. At this degree I risked coming where I stood with her in my arms. I was tempted to close my eyes and summon my control. For the first time I felt life surge through my veins for a woman, the whole woman, not just sex with her. Again, I experienced that powerful instinct in me to guard and protect her, the fragile and most precious thing in my life. She had a pull on every cell in me. Her masses of loose curls gave warm slaps through my chinos to my hip, sending the sergeant into planning guerrilla warfare for its freedom.<\/p>\n

The witch. I was hypnotized. I had to stop climbing the stairs and get my head cleared. She was as necessary to me as the air I breathed, yet she knocked that air straight out of my lungs. Her naked desire was intoxicating. Insanity mingled with reality. I really had her back in my arms. She came to me, came to my home for the first time. And ordered Bed<\/em>, not a mutual shower. She was the first and only woman to take me to this Newland. She was my perfect balance. I\u2019d fallen hard and didn\u2019t even want to get back up. It happens to the worst of us ingrained rogue playboys.<\/p>\n

The Huskies still pinned me in Newland. \u201cSkirting around the deed, are we?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProtecting my golden goddess.\u201d<\/p>\n

For sheer survival, I broke the lock of our eyes and started up the stairs again.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/p>\n

Blurb: Golden Shana: The Untouchable (Book 3)<\/strong>
\nRoman doesn\u2019t even want a harem. But the harem relentlessly seeks him. No sooner has Shana left Roman than Grieg\/Phoenix is marking time on Roman\u2019s door, out for a war, not a fight, over Shana. And so is Marie, whose pregnancy Roman still keeps a secret.<\/p>\n

Roman: I loved owning women. Then I found my woman. But she would never be owned, not even by the gods. She left me. Still, her dangerous admirer and I began wars over her, not merely street fisticuffs.<\/p>\n

Shana: Roman scares me in every way and the fear excites me. I\u2019m brainless in his arms, brainless just from thinking about him. He makes me navigate so many labyrinthine passages and secret doors that I\u2019d never even been aware of before. My body knelt and wept for him. My common sense made me flee from him while I could.<\/p>\n

Marie: I sold Roman my heart and soul. Only to realise my body had not been consulted, and was therefore out for war.<\/p>\n

Alyssa: I really got all that about Roman. The super-ink indelibility of him, the substance of him that stamped his four-figure-euro Ferragamo Oxfords, the supernatural charisma that rocketed him all the way up there with Lucifer. His square would never fit my round. But hope springs eternal, right?<\/p>\n

Grieg: \u201cIf I have whoever your girl is, why don\u2019t you simply come over and take me off her or her off me?\u201d<\/em> Roman had not reacted like a man who had received that damning message. Over the phone, he\u2019d sounded as if he didn\u2019t have a single feather ruffled. Time to start the war.<\/p>\n

Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Untouchable (Book 3)<\/strong>
\nI heard him change the phone to the other ear. \u201cCastell, you\u2019re a kid running a billion-euro crib, you pervert.\u201d<\/p>\n

My system actually waged wars for me to jump out of my skin. Control, Castell.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yes. I\u2019m about as straight as the U-bend under a sink, fuckwit. So is this the problem? A pissing contest based on having some beef about your wallet being a little anorexic in comparison? Have I got that bracketed?\u201d I heard him swallow again. I decided on a blind knock on that, although for all I knew he was drinking water. \u201cBy the way, I\u2019d ease up on the drink. Otherwise you won\u2019t manage to solve the square root of bugger all, let alone remember if you have any other name but Sggirb.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know you right up to your fucking perve room, Castell. I delivered the CD\u2014had the CD delivered \u2013 right into your fucking office, practically into your hands. You know nothing about me. So you better watch your smart mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, you thought you\u2019d simply storm the Bastille that\u2019s my home and be discreet about it, then slink into my office building and show me the dot over the i that amounts to your balls? You\u2019re right, I know nothing about you. You\u2019re not even in my periphery, private or public.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not a ball of yarn to your kitten, so watch your fucking mouth, Castell!\u201d<\/p>\n

Just to keep him put off his stroke, \u201cWho would you say has all the tools for annihilation, fuckwit, the kitten or the yarn?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re lucky I\u2019m\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLuck is basically mythical. Reality is called chance<\/em>. How about we meet?\u201d<\/p>\n

He said nothing.<\/p>\n

Not good, because now that I was screwing him hard, I needed to keep up the pace. So I said, \u201cYou could make it your mud hole or you could haul your arse back here to my city. Then we roll up our sleeves, or whisk off our T-shirts. Then we start doing a little tribute to Muhammad Ali out in the Congo with Joe Frazier.\u201d<\/p>\n

He said nothing. I heard him swallow at intervals during the silence. \u201cI\u2019m rapt with attention, fuckwit Sggirb, so let\u2019s have a date and then \u2013 to quote your countryman \u2013you are<\/em> an American \u2013 float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think you\u2019re so fucking cool\u2026\u201d He rumbled the word out long: Coooooollll\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I don\u2019t just think it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust keep your hands off her, Castell. Keep your hands off My Girl!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I have whoever your girl is, why don\u2019t you simply come over and take me off her or her off me?\u201d I paused for a reply, none came. \u201cOr is this the sheep being docile until they get utterly famished?\u201d Another pause. Silence, so I continued, \u201cYou sound like you wouldn\u2019t find a clitoris if you were armed with a compass, street map and a fucking NASA telescope.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t intimidate me, Castell.\u201d<\/p>\n

Which only exposed to me the wound I\u2019d ripped open in him. Time to add chilli.<\/p>\n

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Simon Thomas wrote a piece for the OED that caught my interest. It was about chauvinism. Now, that rings a bell, even without the \u2018male\u2019 preceding the noun. There\u2019s been a whole lot of public discussion since the #MeToo movement. And the staggering public discourse around sexism, bigotry, and prejudice. Thomas brought the word chauvinism … Continue reading “A P von K’Ory’s Short History of Chauvinism”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[3,1],"tags":[375,379,377,376,378],"class_list":["post-679","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","category-uncategorized","tag-a-p-von-kory","tag-golden-shana","tag-the-capture","tag-the-chase","tag-the-untouchable"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p9wA33-aX","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/679","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=679"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/679\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":722,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/679\/revisions\/722"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=679"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=679"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=679"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}