Wednesday, September 19, 2012

The Tangled Chains On The Swing Set of Solipsism





       

If you aren't a Manosphere skulker, you might have missed this interesting debate about female solipsism.  Susan at HUS scoffed at the idea, and wanted to see proof.  Vox Day at Alpha Game took a swing, Dalrock made a good stab at it, and found some divorce stats that tend to favor the idea, but I thought a more easily-provable aspect of female solipsism might arise from his first point, that solipsism was proved by  "...the tendency of women to think anything being discussed is about them personally."  He did not, however, have any solid facts for this, so he expounded on the divorce stats instead.

But there's actually some evidence out there, if you know where to look.  No one is doing studies looking for solipsism in women, but observation certainly suggests the presence.

According to Linda Babcock and Sara Laschever in their book Women Don’t Ask: The High Cost of Avoiding Negotiation, “Women often worry more than men about the impact their actions will have on their relationships. This can prompt them to change their behavior… sometimes by asking for things indirectly, sometimes by asking for less than they really want, and sometimes by trying to be more deserving of what they want (say by working harder) so that they’ll be given what they want without asking.”

In other words, women have a greater sense of self-importance and sensitivity to their personal actions than men -- signs of solipsism.  Remember, solipsism isn't "selfishness", as many Manospherans mistakenly believe; it's more akin to "self-involvement", and that can be a positive or negative thing.  A woman can be completely giving to the people in her life, sacrificing much, and still be utterly solipsistic.  By putting nearly every issue in terms of "how does that effect me?" or "how do my actions effect others?", the female solipsistically maintains a frame that has herself at the center of the picture.  She might be "self-less"...but she still has the "self" front and center.

If possible, try this exercise sometime: when you're in a group that solicits volunteers, say for the decorating committee or the outreach board or the weasel rescue squadron, or whatever, listen carefully to how people volunteer themselves.  Men will have a tendency, I think you will find, to offer their help without qualification or explanation, and leave their participation open-ended: "What needs to be done?"

Women, on the other hand, will tend to lead with their reservations and exceptions, their level of participation and explain in detail just what they can and cannot offer in terms of resources.  They're perspective tends to be more "What can I do?"

It's a subtle, but extremely telling indicator of solipsism, I admit, and it's not universal.  It's subject to the same maddening variability most female psychological issues are, comparatively speaking.  But if you passively observe how men and women take different approaches toward volunteering their labor and resources for the collective effort, you can see a hint of solipsism.

Further, the constant demeaning of their own ego and accomplishments some women demonstrate in an effort to "not hog the spotlight" or "be a bossy show-off" is actually another sign of solipsism.  A non-solipsistic person (say, a typical dude) when asked to report on something for a group, will usually go out, do some half-assed research, slap together a half-assed report, and make a half-assed presentation spiked with charm and humor.  When he's done, he sits down relieved that it's over and he can go to lunch.  He may even forget that he even presented, as one colleague of mine did when someone congratulated him on his report.  

His personal investment in the work is minimal, so his investment in the response is minimal.  He's usually concerned more with the group getting ahead and distinguishing himself in some way than he is in how people think about him.  One of the advantages of the male-centered corporate world is clearly the "don't take it personally, it's just business" perspective that allows men to fail, regroup, and continue on without agonizing over their failure.  They simply aren't that personally invested in it.  The "self" is missing.


It's the kind of slap-dash, cocky shoot-from-the-hip attitude that corporations love to cultivate in mid-to-upper management, because it presents a low-key, calm and cool demeanor that seems completely capable of handling crisis situations without a fuss.  Hence the dude who phoned it in gets the attention of upper management for his lack of solipsism (or his demonstration of intellectual laziness, your pick).

But a female colleague prone to solipsism will behave much differently.  She may carefully research the topic, spend days agonizing over the report's appearance and content, and then deliver a mindfully-given oral presentation sprinkled with apologies, acknowledgements of failure, pleas for understanding and mercy, and other subtextual signals that all mean, in one way or another, "I am the focus, here, not the information, not the organization, just me and whether or not I do well or not...and I've pre-supplied plenty of reasons for the group's hamsters to reject me utterly for my poor performance and pay me attention, or elicit sympathy from other people who might appreciate just how hard I toiled on this."  

Afterward, if she doesn't get praise for her work, she obsesses about what people "really thought" about her.  She assumes that they will judge the quality of her work product based on their feelings for her, not on the ultimate utility of the work.  I've seen that happen to even savvy businesswomen: they get bogged down in the details of personal perception and group dynamics and they take every. little. thing. personally.  

If Bob checked his watch twice during her presentation, that was a deliberate slap against her.  If Wanda frowned at the wrong time, it was because something she said in the presentation that conflicted with Wanda's own plans or plots -- and that could be a good thing or bad thing for her, she'd have to watch it.  If Elaine came over afterward and gave her some tips, then it was a deliberate attempt to sabotage how she performed in the future by making her needlessly self-critical.  Even a compliment on an improved performance leads to a spiral of self-doubt, "Ohmygod, he thinks I really sucked until now!  He must hate me!"

In every situation, it is the woman and her performance or contribution that was involved as the fulcrum.  Dudes don't take things personally in business.  Women take everything personally in business.  I'm no stranger to this -- I've worked most of my life in female-dominated careers.  I've been the only dude in an office with dozens of women.  I've worked for female bosses and had female supervisors who, despite their success and achievements, constantly analyzed and over-analyzed and dissected their own performances in a way that would lead to public ridicule if demonstrated by a dude (ridicule from other men -- women would just see him as either a workoholic freak who can't lighten up or an anal-retentive whose self-esteem was so low he couldn't help but obsess).  

Dudes do the job and move on.  If we get pissed off about something, we get pissed off -- we don't usually worry.  Especially not about what other people think about us in the organization, unless we really screwed up in a big and spectacular way.  We're just not that involved in these corporate careers the feminists envied so much.  We know, in our masculine heart, that while we contribute to the success of the endeavor, that we, personally, just aren't that important in the grand scheme of things.  The  tendency of women to obsess over just that seems to lend evidence to solipsism

I'm born out by this observation by Forbes magazine recently, when their Forbeswoman columnist, L.C. Coleman reported:


..female counterparts with equally great (or better!) ideas fell prey to subtly career-sabotaging “nice girl” blunders like over-explaining, apologizing unnecessarily, using minimizing words, being the last to speak, and believing that others know more than they did, just to name a few.

Mistrusting yourself is still self-involvement and demonstrates solipsism.  Worrying that Jim took offense to something you said about his department during your presentation and obsessing over everything he says or every look he gives you (when Jim was probably just staring at your boobs and wondering what kind of underwear you were wearing today and missed the whole perceived barb) is almost uniquely a female response, and suggestive of solipsism.  Worrying that others perceive you as too aggressive or too pushy, and taking steps to undercut your own performance, are equally more feminine, and more suggestive of solipsism.

If you're looking for a source for this, look no further than the Female Social Matrix -- the Swingset.  Remember, the Matrix (a node of which is formed when any two women communicate or work in the same proximity) is constantly seeking Consensus, and each node is constantly attempting to influence that consensus without appearing to actually lead it.  

The perception among many, if not most women in the corporate world is that the Consensus sees that pushy, self-aggrandizing, loud and borderline-incompetent behavior is frowned upon in the business environment.  And that's true -- as far as it goes.  When women work in an environment with other women, and the Matrix rules are in effect, the result is that other women in higher positions within the Matrix will use just about any excuse to keep younger, more attractive, and potentially-smarter women from getting to the top of the crab basket.  

If that means casually "suggesting" proper demeanor and attire to a young "protege" that will help them "get along around here", the older woman has effectively spiked any future competition with the woman by subjecting her to her own Hamster, spinning madly about why everyone thinks she's a bitchy slut now for wearing those shoes and interrupting that time.  I saw this happen to a housemate, once.  She was a young undergraduate in her senior year taking pre-medical classes at a major private university.  She had a part-time job as a lab assistant on campus.  Within a week, three different (female) colleagues came by her desk to "helpfully" tell her that the damn male-oriented, male-dominated Administration unofficially frowned upon women who used their sexuality to distract from their performance, and any "provocative" clothing would be a sign that she wouldn't be taken seriously as a scientist.

She took the news to heart, and started to wear far more conservative clothing (she had been pretty demure to begin with) until, when you added her lab coat, you had the academic equivalent of a burkha.  Her boobs were safely hidden from the eyes of professors and grad students alike, she put her gorgeous hair up all the time, and she wore glasses instead of contacts.  She dropped her number at least two points through selective wardrobe, hair, and make-up choices.  And yes, she was "taken more seriously" -- while the three harpies who "helped" her made a point to flirt outrageously with every man in the Administration. 

The higher-positioned within the Matrix have a vested interest in seeing other women do well...but not too well, and never as well as they do.  They have spun solipsism into a subtle art, using ostensibly friendly, sisterly overtures, or opportunities for "woman-to-woman mentoring", to undermine and sabotage potential rivals while publicly maintaining the illusion of a united front.  

The higher-positioned woman uses the younger woman's own solipsism against her, encouraging her to look at herself not just as another chick trying to achieve in a hard work environment (as her male counterparts do), but as a de facto representative of the wider female Matrix, and therefore both responsible to it and subject to it in the name of Consensus.  Feminism, in particular, is an insidious method of Consensus-building, because it has implicit within the idea that a woman who does not participate in the Feminist Consensus is an ostracized traitor to her own gender, not merely a cog in a corporate machine trying to make it to the top.

In other words, she uses the younger woman's solipsism to utterly undermine her confidence and assertiveness, while scoring Matrix points for being "helpful" to a sister in the icky old world of nasty mens.
And the natural result of this sabotage?

When it comes to determining where to spend their time and money, investors reward confident sounding entrepreneurs the same way that supervisors and mentors reward confident and assertive protégés.


Now, if you're still doubting, then consider this: there are a plethora of articles out there about how a woman can survive and even thrive in a "male-dominated business world" (I prefer the term "male designed-and-created business world", but I digress).  That is, we have women talking to other women.  Importantly, even those these women are in the same meta-Matrix, the reader and the author don't personally know each other, so it's safe to think that the advice contained therein will be free from personal, solipsistically-driven cattiness.

In 7 Ways To Excel In a Male-Dominated Workplace, author Jane Fang advises women to speak up for themselves, as opposed to waiting patiently and quietly for their work contribution to be acknowledged.  Good enough advice -- if you don't ask for a raise, you probably won't get one.  But then she follows with superb demonstration of female solipsism, as well as the FSM's perspective on how organizations should be run:


Sadly, most bosses are too busy to figure out what the most equitable project allocation is, and it often comes down to who yapped last to them about that hot media deal or the new partnership your company is launching. 

Emphasis mine.  The reason this is compelling is that this is a woman speaking to other women, offering advice that must be needed or it wouldn't have been said.  Anthropologists and historians use that standard all the time -- if a medieval monastic order has an ordinance prohibiting carnal knowledge of goats, then you can reasonably assume that the violation of goats was a serious enough problem to warrant a rule.  Similarly, if the problems above didn't exist, no one would write about them and no one would read them.  

But notice something about the bolded section: the whole way she frames the issue is telling: the focus isn't on individual achievement or the achieving the ultimate goals of the company, the two areas where dudes are most likely to focus, but on whether or not the boss was "fair" and "thoughtful" in parceling out the work.  That's a pristine solipsistic perspective: while focusing on individual achievement is often self-centered, it's rare that individual achievement in an organization comes at the expense of the goals and purpose of the organization. The solipsistic nature of individual women and women in general ("The Matrix") put the emphasis not on the ultimate goal, but how that goal was achieved and whether or not it was fair and equitable.  

For men, the issue is the RESULT.  For women, the issue is the PROCESS.  

It doesn't matter to men how the work was parceled out: the greater the challenge, the greater the achievement.  Tell a man to do the impossible and he's got a good chance to do it, not because he was fair and thoughtful about who on his team deserved the best parts of the project, but because he put everyone's egos on the back burner and focused their attention on the goal.  

Tell a woman to do the impossible, and she accepts that you've asked her to do what can't be done (at least by her and her team) and therefore abandons all but nominal allegiance to the result and focuses almost entirely on ensuring a fair distribution of the workload. She doesn't see a greater challenge as an opportunity for greater achievement -- she sees it as a personal attack and an attempt to question both her leadership and her ability.  SHE is at the center of the equation, and by extension her team is.  All that matters is that everyone was treated fairly and equitably at the end of the day, and no one can blame her if they weren't.

A result-oriented perspective on work and other issues gives men a decided advantage in business.  They can simultaneously push for individual achievement and distinction AND work tirelessly and selflessly toward a common goal.  Even if leadership barely acknowledges their contribution, everyone within the Male Social Matrix (a weak and anemic thing, compared to the FSM) knows that Jim screwed around this time while Bob burned the midnight oil and came up with that thing that saved the company millions.  And they'll talk about it at lunch, too, or call each other out if things get heated.

But women?  A process-oriented approach to work often decreases institutional momentum toward a specific goal.  When the focus is on whether there are enough shovels to go around, and who has to take turns, and not on how much dirt everyone moved that day, the social friction created by this solipsistic perspective is a serious drag on performance.  But even if the goal fails, women will still look on their experience as a "victory" if the way they did it was agreeable to everyone.  By worrying about themselves and how to ensure fair play and a level playing field for everyone else -- and assuming that everyone else is also worrying about those things first -- women allow their solipsistic nature to cloud their perspective in business.  

I got called out on this once when I was early in my secretarial career.  It's instructional.  It's also long and involved, so I'll refrain from my usual post padding with pretty pictures of pre-feminist pin-ups and let you focus on the story.  Besides, I'm leaving for Las Vegas in a few hours with Mrs. Ironwood, and I really can't spare the time.

But this is an observational example of the Tangled Chains On The Swing Set of Solipsism that is implicit in the female character.  Susan, pay attention: this might be technically anectdotal, but I'd hope you credit me with at least being able to make an objective observation about the subject.  Note that some names have been changed, because I couldn't remember them all.

About 18 years ago I was working in a medical office with 13 women as a temp, and we were all destined to slave away for weeks on digitizing old records.  While we weren't being paid based on how much we did, the fact was that there were 15,000 files to get through, a monumental job by anyone's estimation.  I was the only dude (again!), the rest were women ranging in age from 21 to 58.  The FSM with a Southern accent.

15,000 files among 14 people gives you about a thousand per person.  We could each do about a hundred a week, if we worked steady.  By the end of the first week, I'd made my quota and then some . . . but it became clear that not everyone was being as dilligent.  I posted a list of employees along with how many completed files they had for the week, just to show everyone where we were and how much we had ahead of us.  I thought it was pretty innocuous -- wasn't that the point, getting the job done?

Apparently not.  Within two days my list disappeared and I was called into my supervisor's office.  The list was on her desk.

"What exactly are you trying to accomplish here, Mr. Ironwood?" she said, reprovingly.

"Uh . . . digitizing medical files?"  I really didn't understand what the problem was.

"Of course you're digitizing medical files!" she said, exasperated.  "And I can't help but notice that you did more than everyone else."

"Thirty-five more," I said, proudly.  "I figure I can get another five done a day, if I press myself."

"Stop it."

"Huh?"  WTF?  Wasn't I here to do a job?

"I said stop it, Ironwood.  Stop posting this list -- it's bad for morale.  Did you see Betty in the break room?" Betty was in her 50s, on her third career, and was slow as January molasses when it came to processing files.  I could get five done in the time it took her to do one, and she hated the computers and the computer system.  She didn't even really understand what "digitize" meant, but she made cookies and always was the center of conversation, a kind of matronly figure for the other women.  "She was close to tears, after she saw herself at the bottom of the list.  And you have Angie and Courtney at each others throats, because they're running neck and neck and Angie is convinced she's better than everyone else."

"But . . . I did more than twice what Betty did!" I protested.  This was crazy.  We had a job to do, a quota to fill, a definite metric of progress . . . and I was getting yelled at for paying attention.  To object to my work because I was "hurting someone's feelings" implied that a) emotional feelings were important to getting the job done, of which I was unconvinced, and b) I was somehow responsible for my co-workers feelings to begin with.  Shit.  I was just grinding mindlessly at data entry.  

"That's my point!" she said with a disgusted sigh.  "You're trying to make everyone else on the team feel bad about the job they're doing."

"Uh, shouldn't they?  I mean, you could fire Betty and let me grind through her stuff and probably save--"

"MR. IRONWOOD!" she bellowed.  "The only one in danger of losing their job is you.  I will not have a disruptive influence on my team.  You trying to promote yourself over everyone else, clearly, and you're trying to sow dissension among your teammates.  What are people supposed to do when they see this list?"

"Uh, work harder?"

"They're going to start getting competitive.  They're going to start to stress out that they aren't keeping up.  They're going to start to blame each other for falling behind, and then every lunch hour will turn into a big bitch fest about who isn't doing their part."

I shrugged.  "Doesn't bother me -- I work through my lunch."

"You WHAT?"

"I work through my lunch," I said, slowly and deliberately.  "Because I've got a thousand and change of these things to get through, and I don't want to spend the rest of my life here doing it."

"You know you don't get paid for that!" she said, her nostrils flaring.  "I don't want to see that on your time card!"

"Oh, no problem.  I'm just trying to get the work done."

"You're just trying to sabotage my team," she said, eyes narrowing.  "No more working unpaid during lunch. No more posting stupid lists to start fights.  Got it?"

I answered in my best Blue Pill Beta ass-kissing tone, and then went back to work.  I was so angry that I redoubled my efforts -- the male ability to work through problems through work was in full bore.  I got nearly two hundred done that second week, but the following Monday morning found me once again in my supervisor's office.  Her nostrils were flaring already, and I knew I was in trouble.

"What the hell is this, Ironwood?" she demanded.  "I thought we had a word last week!"

"We did!" I said, confused.  "I didn't post anything.  I'm not working through my lunch.  I'm not claiming anything extra on my time card!"

"Yet you still finished almost three times as many files as Betty did."  She said it like I had walked up to the old biddy and slapped her.  "She was in here this morning, crying her eyes out, because she's worried I'm going to let her go."

"And that's my fault?"

"You're creating an environment that's hostile to her," she said, falling back into Personneleese.  "You are deliberately trying to turn her co-workers against her."

"How?" I demanded.  "All I've done is sit at my desk and enter data!"

"Oh, I think you know very well how," she said, eyes narrowing.  "And I won't put up with it!"

"I'm still in the dark," I shrugged.  "Unless you can elaborate further.  Can I go now?"

"One more thing," she said.  "About lunch..."

"I told you, I didn't put my lunch on my timecard.  Consider last week a gift."

"It's not that.  You're the only one who doesn't eat lunch in the employees lounge."

I shrugged again.  "So?"  Honestly, it was the last place I wanted to spend the precious half-hour that divided my day.  I didn't eat lunch at all most days, I just went out to my car and smoked cigarettes and read.

"So I want to remind you that company policy says that the only place where you may eat is in the Employee Lounge."

"I'm not eating," I shrugged.  I did a lot of that on that job.  I figured that would handle it.  It didn't -- my boss looked at me like I just spit on her.

"You don't eat?" she asked in disbelief.  Lunch was the sacred birthright of every clerical worker.  My co-workers started discussing when lunch was, what they brought or ordered that day, and the glories of lunches past nearly every morning like daily prayer.

"Not lunch.  Why, am I required to?"  I admit, I was a little sarcastic at that point.

"No," she said, slowly.  "But the rest of your co-workers would appreciate it if you would join them."

"Why?" I was really confused about this -- I was getting the definite impression that my co-workers were forming a Consensus against me.  "I don't eat, I just read.  They're too loud to read in there."

"Nevertheless, I want you in the lounge at lunch time," she insisted.  "And I recommend you eat something.  You're making your co-workers uncomfortable by not participating."

"In lunch?" I asked in disbelief.

"Courtney and I talked last Friday, and she mentioned that it was strange that you didn't sit in with everyone else.  In fact, you have apparently become the topic of some speculation, Ironwood.  You disappear for the entire lunch period, then come back and barely say a word to anyone."

"I . . . I'm just working," I said, even more confused.  "I'm just sitting in my car reading." 

Her eyes narrowed again with suspicion.  "Are you really, Mr. Ironwood?  Because that's not what your co-workers think."

I waited.  I didn't say anything.  I was getting pissed.  She waited for me to defend myself, or to give a good excuse for my behavior, or something.  But I wasn't playing.  Even back then I recognized her baiting tone as a shit test.  And even back then I knew how to deal with an obvious shit test.  That's one difference between men and women in the workplace: when a dude has had it, that's it. She wanted me to ask "so what do my co-workers think?" with some level of concern, and I wasn't biting.

"Your co-workers think you're flirting with the receptionist across the hall."  She said it as if I'd bent the poor girl over and ravaged her.  She was attractive -- but I'd only spoken to her twice, she was engaged, and at the most I'd smile at her through the glass doors of her office as I went in and out of the building.

"Well, I have a girlfriend," I protested (yes, this was when Mrs. I and I were shacking up, albeit seriously at that point, and at the time I resented the implication.).  "I'm not flirting with anyone!  I'm reading a book in my car!"

"You aren't where they can see you," she emphasized.  "That's a problem."

I just stared at her blankly.  "Why . . . is where and how I choose to spend my lunch time . . . of any possible concern to anyone other than myself?"  I tried to be diplomatic and logical.

"The problem, Mr. Ironwood, is that your actions lend to the perception that you are . . ." she trailed off, suddenly at a loss.

"That I am . . . what?  Molesting puppies?  Smoking dope?  Abusing myself?"  When stated in those terms, she started to look silly, and she knew it.  And yes, I actually said 'abusing puppies'.  I still remember that.

"The perception that you are not a team player."  

"Yet I perform at twice the level of . . . some other co-workers," I pointed out.  "How is that not being a 'team player'?  And how is spending lunch by myself . . . or the perceptions of my co-workers . . . relevant to my job performance?  By every objective metric I've been an ideal employee.  I'd be happy to review my performance with my agency, if you'd like."  The threat was implicit -- if this kind of thing continued, I'd get the temp agency involved.  While that wasn't the end of the world, it would call attention to the matter, and my boss was in the same social circle as the owner of the temp agency.  I knew that.  I might not be in the FSM, but I know how to use it.

"Just . . . conform to the company policies as they are explained to you, Mr. Ironwood.  That is all," she dismissed. 

While I was seriously resentful, I also needed the job.  Cushy temp work in the air-conditioning paid a lot better than construction or waiting tables.  Beside, I was still enough of a Puerarch to want to subvert the whole operation just to spite her.  So I appeared to knuckle under and concede.  I started spending my lunches in the employee lounge where I was subjected to all sorts of inane feminine chatter.  My one concession to eating was bringing in a single, phallic banana every day, carrying it around with me wherever I went, and then devouring it in seconds at the start of lunch.  After that . . . well, I can't read when thirteen women are comparing their weekends and jockeying for matrix position over microwavable pasta.  There's just too much distraction.  

But I can write.  I'm a writer, everyone knew that.  I had a book and everything.  It was easily the most interesting thing about me.  I started bringing a notebook to lunch with me, and I would sit over in the corner and write stuff down.  Sometimes I doodled.  No big whup.

Enter Female Solipsism: the practice had an immediate and intriguing effect.  Suddenly, everyone in the building was extremely interested in just what I was writing.  And it became A Thing.

Because every woman there was convinced -- utterly convinced -- that I was writing stuff about her.  Specifically, stuff that was unflattering to her.  She was sure of it, be she 21 or 51.

If that isn't solipsism, I don't know what is.

It only dawned on me that this had become A Thing when Courtney, mid-20s, came to me after lunch and actually flirted with me for the first time.  Courtney was office hot, definitely doable, but she clearly had a higher opinion of herself than I did.  Still, I was polite, if laconic.

"So," she said, after meaningless bullshit.  "Whatcha writin' about?"

It took me by surprise.  "Oh, just character sketches and stuff.  Notes.  I'm working on a new book."  I didn't mean anything by it at the time -- I'm a writer.  I've been "working on a new book" since I started writing.  It's a stock answer.

Courtney, however, took it to mean (rather solipsistically) that I was writing a new book . . . about her.  Or the someone in the group.  She asked me more probing questions, and as I figured out what she was trying to do, my answers became more and more vague and mysterious and she got more and more agitated.  I hadn't given her one single piece of concrete data, yet by the end of the day 'everyone knew' that I was writing a book about Courtney.  Or someone in the group, but Courtney was pretty sure it was about Courtney, otherwise I wouldn't have been so mysterious.  In FSM terms, Courtney had used the episode to "push" herself up in position, because a dude writing a book about you is incredible attention, the coin of the realm in the Matrix.

The next day, four women approached me before lunch with meaningless reasons, and all four managed to mention my writing somehow.  I didn't take the bait.  My notebook remained on the corner of my desk until lunch.  At lunch, now that I was aware of the interest in my book, I began to take notes with more purpose.  In fact, most of the stuff I was writing down had nothing to do with anything or anyone in the office.  But it was the way I wrote it that perpetuated the myth.  I waited until there was a break in the conversation, for instance, and then scribbled something down furiously while everyone in the room watched and tried to keep from looking like they were watching. Then I'd stop, the conversation would resume, and I'd wait for another break.

As an experiment, I decided to pace my notes based on which woman was speaking.  I picked Margaret, one of the older women, for no real reason.  Every time Margaret opened her mouth, I was writing.  It took a few times before she was aware of it, and then she got uncomfortable.  Then some of the other women clued into it, and were immediately abuzz.  Margaret started blushing, and ended up excusing herself to the ladies' room.

I hadn't said a word.  It was fucking hysterical.  In the literal sense.

By the end of the day, everyone was certain the book was about Margaret.

The next day, I focused on Lisa, and wrote down stuff mostly after she was talking.  Lisa got flustered, too, but instead of running and blushing, she started paying a lot more attention to her diction and word choice.  Half-way through lunch, I switched and did the same thing with Courtney again.  After lunch, Margaret approached me as I was heading back to my desk.

"You know, Ian, I really don't appreciate that!" she said.

"What?" I asked, genuinely confused.  

"You writing about me in that notebook," she accused.  I almost smiled.  Instead I affected a confused expression.

"What do you mean?  Who said I was writing things about you?"

"Everyone knows-- look, I'm just a very private person, and if you want to know anything I would appreciate it if you would come to me, personally, and not rely on other people.  Okay?"

"Uh . . . okay," I agreed.  Not only had she assumed that I was writing about her, she was absolutely convinced that I was talking to other women in the office about her.  

Every day that week I ground away at the pile of files and then amused myself with the luncheon Solipsism Floor Show.  It became a game for me: how little could I say and do and still inspire wild speculation about my "book"?  Just how much of a tizzy could I through these ladies into . . . without doing a damn thing but my job?

If women weren't solipsistic, then it wouldn't have worked.  As it was, it worked spectacularly well.  

Wednesday it was a divided room, as I wrote only after the younger women (less than thirty) spoke, and ignored the older women.  Thursday, Janet -- who hadn't spoken two words to me the entire time I'd been there -- started pumping me for information about my life and my book over in the corner.  I gave her as little as possible, and gave her no false information, and figured I was just frustrating her.  Only I didn't realize what she'd done -- with our little private conference, she'd made it appear to the Matrix that she had the inside scoop, and she used that leverage brutally in the free-for-all that followed.  

That afternoon, when I was coming back from the Men's Room (the Fortress of Solitude, I called it), I caught that old biddy Betty trying to slyly leaf through the notebook.  

"Excuse me?" I said, coming up from behind her and slamming my hand down on it.  "Is there a problem?"

"Oh, I was just looking for some staples," she said, airily.

"There are none in my notebook.  Check the supply closet.  That's where I'd put them."

She shuffled away guiltily.  And it became a trend.  Suddenly I was getting called away from my desk every ten minutes or so, and when I went to get more files one of the girls stalled me.  I'd set my telephone on top of my notebook, which frustrated them because I made a point to pay attention to how the cord was arrayed.  When I got back, it hadn't moved, and I got a lot of frustrated glances.

Thursday, it was almost mayhem.  I was having a hell of a good time watching these ladies push each other off of the swing set -- it was more fun than doing it yourself.  I still hadn't admitted anything.  I hadn't done anything.  I'd just written some notes down in a spiral notebook and quietly ate my banana.  But the inclination to assume, automatically, that the unknown words in my book were clearly about them -- whichever 'them' it was who was assuming -- drove these women to distraction.  Thursday was a shit day, production wise, and a dozen little arguments broke out over stupid stuff.  I kept to myself and jammed.  I was doing about 50 files a week above quota, and the more I was exposed to this toxic estrogen environment, the more I wanted to be done.

Lunch was a lot of fun -- that day, I wrote according to boob size.  The bigger the boobs, the more "attention" they got from my pencil.  They didn't know my criteria, of course, but the result was fun to watch. Another woman, call her Melissa, came up to me after lunch on Thursday, too.

"Margaret's pretty pissed at you," she said, with a lot more concern than one usually accords a temporary co-worker.

"Yeah, so? What did I do?"

"I don't know -- but she's pissed off at you.  Something you said, I guess, or maybe something you wrote."

"Really?" I asked.  Time to throw the sharks a puppy.  "Something I wrote?  That's strange . . . I've only shown it to one person, and I don't think she would have told anyone what was really in my notebook."  I left for the Fortress of Solitude post haste.  Melissa looked both horrified and gleeful: the Swing Set had a potential infiltrator!

The crowd went wild.  Suddenly, every woman in the office suspected every other woman in the office of being my "secret" friend as news that I'd shown the thing to someone -- one of them -- spread.  Someone knew what was in the notebook . . . and everyone denied that it was them, and accused everyone else.  Despite not having a shred of actual evidence, every woman in the place was convinced of conspiracy against her.  Paranoia is a common side-effect of solipsism, I've observed.

Friday was fun.  The women had abandoned subterfuge and were approaching me outright.  "So, what's in the book?" Courtney asked, once again.  Time to show a little of my irritation.  

"Would you believe that it's none of your business?" I asked.  

"Of course it's my business!  You're writing it at work, about me!"

"Please explain the logic underlying that conclusion," I said, patiently.

That took her by surprise.  She expected either a denial or a confession, not a challenge to her reasoning.

"I . . . everyone knows . . . I . . . Margaret and Melissa said . . . Ian, just tell me what's in it, okay?" she pleaded.

"So you don't have any idea what I'm writing about," I stated, flatly.

"Well, if you would just tell me--"

"None of your business," I repeated, and walked away.

There were more attempts to pester me and more attempts to sneak a look.  Margaret approached me just before lunch, on my way back from the file room.

"So, I saw you and Courtney talking earlier," she said, tentatively.  "Is she the one you let see your writing?"

"Does it matter?" I asked, blandly.  "In fact, does it matter at all what I write in that book?"  I sounded annoyed enough so she backed down a bit, and re-approached the subject from a less-confrontational perspective.

"You've got a lot of people very curious," she offered.

"Not something I set out to do," I lied.  "It's my personal time, it's my personal notebook.  My business," I repeated.  That just seemed to confirm her suspicions.  She lowered her voice and glanced around.

"Look, you little shit, if you write anything about me ever, I'll gut you, understood?"

"Gosh, that sounds like a threat of workplace violence.  This is becoming a hostile work environment," I mocked, walking away.  Inside, I was busting a gut.

At lunch on Friday, for once there was very little said.  I'd decided to give a preference to brunettes over blondes that day.  I've always had trust issues with blondes.  Courtney was blonde.  Margaret and Lisa were brunettes.  Hilarity ensued.  I still just gobbled my banana and kept to myself, silently scribbling (notes about siege warfare, if I remember correctly). They got to talking about a birthday party one of the women (forget her name, call her Becky) was having over the weekend, to which all of us had been invited and most of us had agreed to attend.  I had not.  Lunch was over a lot more quickly than usual, and I got some daggers stared at me for the traditional No Good Reason, and I banged out another couple of hundred files before quitting time.  Then I got the hell out of there and went home to forget them for the weekend.

Monday morning, I was let go.

Not technically -- technically, the company and my immediate superior were "re-allocating resources due to the differences in planning and execution", or some bullshit like that.  My temp boss (one of the most reasonable women I know) told me later that the project had fallen behind, and despite the fact that I was doing huge amounts of work, faster and more efficiently than any of the others, I had been "randomly" selected to be retired instead of being included on the "adjusted schedule".

My boss at the office told me that morning, and she was not happy.  She gruffly mentioned that there was going to be an organizational change, and I was going to be re-assigned.  I would be paid for half a day, end of story.  That's both the advantage and disadvantage of temp work: it can come or go without notice.

And then the subject of the notebook came up.

"It's come to my attention that some employees have been making unauthorized notes, possibly about patient files," she said, carefully.  In case you hadn't picked up on it, she didn't like me, I didn't like her.  "That is strictly against policy, and in violation of the NDA you all signed when you came to work here."

I just waited -- if you noticed, she hadn't accused me of anything, and until she did, I didn't have anything to say.


"It has been noted that you frequently write in a notebook."

"In my own time, off company time," I shrugged, for the last time.  "And it's my private work.  I never wrote down any patient information."  This was before HIPA, so Non-Disclosure Agreements were pretty standard in medical offices. 

"Still, I can't take the chance that you did," she said, with an air of finality.  "Please go get it for me."

"Uh, no," I guffawed.  "That's my private work."

"Which you brought onto company property, which makes it subject to search," she reasoned.

"Unfortunately for you, that notebook is not on company property.  It's in my car," I pointed out, getting angry.

"Ironwood, damn it, I want to see what is in that notebook."

"Why?  I've told you it isn't patient information.  That should be the only thing you're interested in.  The idea that I actually would be scribbling down patient information is ludicrous.  Or that I could remember anything by lunch time, which is the only time I write.  So . . . no, not until you give me a compelling reason why."

She looked at me thoughtfully.  She was on thin ice and she knew it.

"People are saying you write things about them in that notebook," she said, quietly.

"People say a lot of things," I challenged.  "Which people?  I'd like to hear it from them."

"I'm not at liberty to say.  It's a personnel matter," she said. "But you don't deny it?"

"I don't confirm or deny it.  I'm wondering what evidence you base this on.  Or are you going by rumor?"

"If the accusation is serious enough, it has to be investigated," she rationalized.

"And just what am I being investigated for?"

"I need to see what you wrote in that notebook, then we'll decide what to do about it."  She was trying to be forceful and commanding, but she had no legal right to compel me, and we both knew it.  She was trying to brow-beat me into submission, and for the first time I realized that she thought that I had been writing about HER the whole time.  

"Unless you can tell me why, and how you came to those suspicions, I think our work is done here."

Her nostrils flared.  "You bet it is.  You're not a team player, Ironwood, and that's sad.  I had high hopes for you.  Margaret says you didn't even go to Becky's party on Saturday." She said it like she was accusing me of buggery.

"It's my day off.  I barely know Becky.  I've spoken to her like five times in three weeks.  We're not close."

"Still, if you had gone, maybe we could have worked something out.  As it is, you're probably going to get a poor performance review from the company."

"One that points out I did twice as much work as . . . some people?  Because that's what I say in the detailed response that I'll include in my file, a copy of which -- detailing some other things I've observed -- will go to your office."  She paled a little.  Nice effect.

"So, you're not going to cooperate..." she said, making one last stab at intimidation.  I was done for the day.  I had nothing to lose.  "I want to see what's in that notebook!"

I snorted.  "You didn't even say 'please', so no, no, no. No you may not.  My private property -- and as a writer, a published author whose words have some nominal value, it could be construed by a jury or the Employment Commission as an attempt to unlawfully appropriate my ideas.  Give it up, Lady.  I'm out of here, and so is my notebook . . . and whatever might happen to be in it."  I walked out, made one last stop at the Fortress of Solitude, stole two rolls of high-quality toilet paper the all-male staff of physicians horded for themselves, slung my backpack over my back and headed out.  I smiled one last time at the pretty receptionist, and just couldn't resist sticking my head into the cube farm door to say good bye.

"It's been real, Ladies, but I've been re-assigned," I explained, simply.  Half of them looked at me anxiously, the other half looked away disgustedly.  I had no idea why, but I'm sure it was something terribly, terribly important.  A few of them were kind enough to hug me good-bye, but most gave a half-hearted wave and got back to work.

The lesson of the story is that every single aspect of the response from a group of 14 women (13 co-workers and a boss) was based on a) her solipsistic belief that I was writing about her based solely on the fact that she didn't know WHAT or WHOM I was writing about  b) her belief in the absence of evidence that my stubborn silence was proof that I was writing about her and c) the belief that every other woman in the group was conspiring against her over the imaginary book for some reason.

I'll freely admit, there were other dynamics at play here -- race, class, ethnicity, education, etc. were all present, as they are in any large office in the South.  But the undeniably solipsistic nature of their response remains to this day in my mind the epitome of demonstrating female solipsism.

It ain't a peer-reviewed study, Susan . . . but it's one hell of a raw data set.



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  1. I think is possible that is part of the herd mentality. Women cannot compete with other women phisically but they do it verbally and with tiny social cues and microexpressions. If you happen not to be liked in the herd you were brought to by war or marriage. There was no garantue you will have help when collecting the fruit, birthing of your kids and so on. So constantly checking out "how you are perceived by the world" makes sense.
    I do think male solipsism is probably based more on how the leader/figure of authority of the pack perceives you hence is harder to identify.
    Great analysis although a bit long.

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  2. Interesting post, Ian, and quite balanced and reasonable. My objection to the term "female solipsism", aside from the fact that I do not see it referenced in any philosophers' discussions of solipsism, is that it is generally used to demean the female debater. A woman leaves a comment online, and often a male commenter will say something like "Behold the female solipsism! Women just don't think clearly." etc. It is meant as derision.

    I like your definition, but Vox defines it as "egoistic self-absorption," which changes the meaning pretty significantly I think.

    And whether we call is solipsism, or narcissism, or something else I believe that both sexes exhibit frequent egoistic self-absorption.

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    1. Actually, Susan, I'd say that both definitions have the kernel of truth to them.

      Self-involved hypersensitivity to how one's actions affect those around them looks an awful lot like egoistic self-absorption from more than four feet away to most dudes -- that's kinda the point: we're not as sensitive to how our actions are perceived/affect other people, because we don't put ourselves at the center of every equation. So when we see a woman freak out over what we perceive is a small and ultimately inconsequential aspect of her actions and their potential perceived effect, we can come to the understandable conclusion that she is being egoistically self-absorbed, or solipsistic.

      Every single woman involved in my little tale was instantly suspicious of something that was effectively unknown -- and then operated under the assumption that what is unknown is therefore harmful to her. Dudes don't do that, usually. When we're confronted by the unknown, unless there is a compelling reason to suspect that the unknown is a danger, more often than not we'll either investigate with mild curiosity or we'll pass by, allowing the mysteries of the universe to entertain themselves while we get our shit done. We do not, usually, assume that they are there as part of a cosmic plot to undermine our position and do us harm unless we can ferret out the secrets and control them.

      I can't call this narcissism -- narcissism is a wildly inflated sense of importance in the universe based on an aggrandized self-love, not an automatic tendency to see things only in terms of how they affect you/how you will affect them. I know some narcissists: the question isn't how this is going to affect them, or what affect they have on other people, it's how can this make them look even better because they have a special place in the universe and that's what they deserve.

      The solipsism of women is understandable -- as understandable as the stubborn tendency in men to cling to an ideal long after its utility has expired. It serves a function, in the greater Evolutionary Biological scheme of things. By placing themselves, and the vital genetic information of which they are the conservators, at the center of every equation first, they hope to anticipate and reduce any potential threats or foresee and exploit any potential benefits on behalf of themselves and their progeny. That's a perfectly decent rationale for mild solipsism.

      But it becomes intellectually dishonest (as dishonest as blanket rationalizations for infidelity)and counterproductive when the solipsism undermines the stated biological goal: the production and security of children. Severe solipsism erodes the necessary bonds of trust and reciprocation underlying any long-term heterosexual relationship. I'm witnessing this right now as Mrs. Ironwood's BFF goes through a solipsistic fit after being dumped by a man for the first time. There is nothing in the world that happens right now that she doesn't put herself in the middle of. And even when she is prompted to think about other people, we get a blank stare, as if we're talking crazy talk.

      In any case, those are the things we mean by solipsism; if it's "another Manosphere circlejerk", then it's one with a lot of basis in observable fact, not mere speculative fancy on our part.

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    2. Related, I'm not sure if you read the blogger 'the last psychiatrist'. He observes the same egoistic self absorption in both men and women today and talks about how society and culture are structured to encourage and foster such an attitude.

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    3. Susan,
      You have to remember that if you're going to use the old philosophers as a baseline, that they were men writing FOR MEN. Not for women. And also in very different social structures than the one we're in today. To demand that a thought or idea that has arose in prevalence and importance due to very modern changes to our social structure then be backed by old philosophers who lived in a vastly different world than us is....

      Silly? An attempt to avoid the discussion of a new modern issue by saying since it didn't exist before it must not exist now? That's like saying since Economists in the 1800's didn't write about issues that are affecting us today with the increased globalization and internet; that those issues cannot exist today.

      Female solipsism was less of an issue through out history because they competed in an indirect fashion. They did so because the social structures forced them to in an intelligent use of a woman's strength to work through subtle, indirect manners. To influence the world, she had to find mind to influence and make that happen. Thus was solipsism both controlled and used - women had to look at the world as it being all about her because that viewpoint was an integral part of a belief system necessary to be able to use such subtle indirect power as women have evolved to do throughout time.

      As Anacoana has pointed out, this behavior is also what leads to the Herd. Because women now frequently go back and forth between male and female groups more than they have in history past, as well as being untied to a male and family who's own status they have an interest in forwarding and bettering, the world has become much more about them. This varies to great degrees depending on the woman's upbringing, morality, religion, status, and cultural background.... But because they're not tied to another person's cause beyond their own, they become more self centered as those solipsistic tendencies assert themselves over a single woman instead of being used to better a family unit.

      I'm not going to post a direct link here, so I avoid getting caught in spam, but my on my own blog I explored this kind of indirect and subtle power. I looked at how it led to our current out of control hypergamy in a post called "The History of Modern Hypergamy". Might be worth checking out for anyone interested.

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    4. I find this part really interesting: "By placing themselves, and the vital genetic information of which they are the conservators, at the center of every equation first, they hope to anticipate and reduce any potential threats or foresee and exploit any potential benefits on behalf of themselves and their progeny."

      There was something I read recently - and for the life of me, I can't remember weather it was on a Mommy Blog or in a childrearing book, but the author was explaining what psychological changes you'll go through right after having a baby. She said she suddenly saw everything, every piece of news, through the lens of how it would affect her baby. Gas prices went up? That's going to affect how much money she has left afterward to provide for her son, and what if the prices skyrocket and then she might not be able to afford gas at all and the baby won't be able to get to the pediatrician if he gets sick... and on and on.

      It sounds really useless in our modern life, but I can see how this would have been a very crucial skill for primitive humans - tailoring every last decision to what would be best for the newborn probably kept a lot of babies alive, over the millienia.

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  3. Great article. Especially the discussion of work performance and working TOO hard in women's groups.

    And about being focused on the job and the accomplishment--which is impersonal and irrespective of people.

    I have seen this dynamic in play personally, and in society now at large. There must be equality--not achievement because that makes people envious. This is especially true among women.

    Men often dont realize how much of the manipulative, nasty and clannish behavior women will engage in during work.

    Men are about the job. I really don;t care if you totally hate me--or vice versa-- get the job done and act professionally. That's it. Period.

    Zip it and get it done.


    The office supervisor is so true to life. Great portrayal.


    I work as a doctor in an office where some of the (female) staff must wear surgical dress and shoes while others can wear nice clothes. The petty fashion competitions and status displays among those who are able to dress up is ridiculous and ever escalating. AS the only man in the office the women probably suspect I don't notice.

    I do, I just don't blink when I see it. The parading and pettiness is unbelievable.

    Do the job ladies. NOT you, the job.

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    1. Heh. I used to read a lot of autie blogs. Some autistic guys used to complain that they got grief from their (male) co-workers (usually in unionized jobs) for working too hard and making the more socially-oriented guys look bad. There may have been some rational basis to the co-workers' objections, in that management might expect the same level of work from the NT slackers as the autie had demonstrated, if they found out about it. Why, yes, I do suspect that I have a touch of the "A". I think of neurotypical males as "female lite."

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  4. In my sheer hell of a lifelong clerical "career" I've suffered through many episodes like the one you described.

    I do not now have nor have I ever had a penis. In fact, I am not even a lesbian. I am a writer, though. I get a lot done. I don't much understand how anyone can talk about nail polish for a solid hour. (10 minutes, max!) I take notes. I'm a lot more discrete about how I do it now, though. I've repeatedly been emotionally or officially jumped on for working too hard.

    I don't seem to get along well with either sex at work. I hate the work world with a passion no one knows but me.

    BTW, try being a woman writing in a notebook in a bar. It will NOT be the men asking you what you're writing about, and yes, in that circumstance at least, men will ask you if you're writing about them. And yes, they are crushed and offended when you explain that you are outlining your next novel.

    Only 17 years until retirement, unless I win the lottery or something.

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    1. //BTW, try being a woman writing in a notebook in a bar.

      Boo-hoo. I have 5 words for you: Pencil, sketchbook, busy cafe, go.
      If they see you write, you can be writing good or bad things about them - they don't know. But if you are drawing, they immediately assume ерфе their radiant beauty has drawn your attention and you just had to commemorate their brilliant image for next generations.

      Jeesh, people, get a grip. Pretty faces are dime a dozen and trust me - yours is no exception. A sketching artist would much more often be fascinated with something specific.
      On my trip to Barcelona I just couldn't get enough of backs - the ridges of scapulas, the graceful curves of erector spinae, bulges of romboids and trapezoids, all moving in unison in graceful waves of tanned smooth skin.

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    2. Ma'am, please see my comment just above. Dang, you seem like my type. For instance, there is an awkward disheveled gal in my congregation, on whom I have a slight crush, whom I convinced to take the AQ test. She got back to me the next week with the words, "You bastard!" and disclosed her score. Yup, she is One Of Us. I am rarely wrong in my Aspie-spotting.

      I would go further with her, but she gave up the ethanol years ago, and I am not ready to quit yet. I find that a mild buzz makes it easier to put up with the Normals.

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  5. So it seems that "breaking through the glass ceiling" is made more difficult by the horde of harpies trying to pull you off the ladder.

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  6. We recently started raising chickens. I see many of the same behaviors among the hens.

    I'm going to use this opportunity to teach some basic game principles to my young son.

    I think every man reading this will instantly be able to relate to this story from past experience, if they ever had to work for more than 1 day in a mostly female environment. I've found that most male bosses are oblivious to the underlying drama among their employees, and will underperform mightily as a result.

    By the way, one of the most amusing things about your story is that not a single woman of that office will remember that they themselves caused every moment of the drama, but rather that you were the bad guy and how awful it can be to have to work with any man.

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  7. So if you are thinking of quitting, but rather get fired for unemployment checks, get a notebook.

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  8. Here's an example that clarified it for me.

    Since my father died, my mother (who has only one eye due to cancer) has taken up painting. She derives a great deal of validation and pleasure from her painting. She recently has developed accelerated macular degeneration in her remaining eye, which requires injection directly into her eyeball for treatment, and which clearly threatens her eyesight, as well as the activity she derives the most pleasure from.

    My wife caught a case of pink eye at about the time my mother's vision was in danger, and every time my mother's medical issues came up in conversation, my wife would make sure to remind all that SHE HAD PINK EYE.

    Thayer Martin

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  9. My ex accused me of emotional abuse for using the word "sure" when she asked me to do things. I thought I meant "don't mind if I do," but it turns out I was passive-aggressively abusing her by refusing to give her a straight answer. I discovered this after using the word innocently for 3 years, of course.

    I used to think she just invented that as an excuse for the divorce, but now I realize it was solipsism -- everything I did, even my choice of words for 'yes,' was calculated to do something to her, and once she didn't like me anymore, it had to be calculated to hurt her.

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  10. This was an illuminating post. You always hear how women are 'detail' oriented and men are 'big picture' oriented. Women have a harder time seeing the forest past the trees, the trees being themselves, really. It's not that they're the most important thing in the universe; it's that they are the universe and they have a hard time contemplating the existence of anything outside of it.

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  11. This article reinforces many of the points you have made about women, and specifically women in the workplace--
    http://www.worklifepolicy.org/documents/Sponsor_Effect.pdf
    See "The Dirty Game" on page 18.
    Unfortunately, cut&paste is disabled for the pdf.

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  12. One of the best articles that I've ever read.

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  13. This reminds the definition of a misogynist.

    A misogynist is a man who treats women as badly as women treat women.

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  14. I think the whole Eco-chic consciousness in recent decades is the direct result of female solipsism: the idea that one little girl can save the whole darn world just by buying some sustainably grown dried apricots and carrying them home in a canvas reusable tote bag.

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    1. I think it's more that enviromental charities and greenwashed companies deliberately appeal to this side of women. People knew for years about the destruction plastic waist can wreck on the ocean, but only a small percentage of 'crunchy granola types' were motivated by that to change their entire lifestyle. But if you parse in in terms of what you, as an individual, are doing to the planet, people take their actions more seriously.

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  15. Soplisism example: my girlfriend's roommate is a Green Bay Packers fan, and we all live in the great state of Minnesota, home of the Vikings, and the Green Bay/Vikings rivalry is pretty potent here since there are so many Wisconsin transplants.

    Whenever the Vikings come up, the roommate won't say "boo Vikings, they suck!" like a man would, she always has to say "I don't like the Vikings", emphasizing the "I".

    Well no shit, you're a fan of the rival team, or course you don't like out team! But she always has to say something highlighting her personal opinion of our team.

    Another example: I had a female friend in high school tell me to NEVER go to the state of Montana since her evil ex-boyfriend lived there. A few years later, I was employed as a tutor at a learning center and one of my students was a 4th grade girl. We were working on state capitals, and when the state of Maryland came up she said: "Oh my gosh! NEVER go to Maryland! It's a terrible place. My sister's ex-boyfriend lives there and he's a jerk!" WTF? A whole state is considered evil and off limits for everyone for all eternity because a bad, bad man lives somewhere within it's borders. Insane.

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    1. ...as a Montanan I would suggest that people don't move to Montana. We like it the way it is.

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  16. I've noticed this in another area as well: Women vs. Animals.

    On a given day, a woman will think pretty much any animal is cute and shouldn't be killed or hurt...

    UNLESS...

    It does something to personally offend her. I noticed this in my sister, who generally is a caring female regarding furry woodland creatures. There was a woodpecker who developed a particularly annoying habit of pecking on the metal chimney of our house at around 6am while my sister was trying to sleep. After a few days of this, she quickly developed a burning hatred of this little bird and wanted it killed and cooked for her all because it had the audacity to disturb her sleep.

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  17. Just to add my vote: 100% gold. And now, to depress you futher, I've seen much the same in the military, even 20 years ago.

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  18. Fantastic story.

    I've experienced female dominated workplaces and it's not pretty.

    I don't know how you managed to keep your cool through all of this, or how you managed to avoid laughing at them openly.

    Well played Sir!

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  19. Holding up a mirror, some say that the MALE GAZE is responsible.

    John Berger's book, Ways of Seeing:

    To be born a woman has to be born, within an allotted and confined space, into the keeping of men. The social presence of women is developed as a result of their ingenuity in living under such tutelage within such a limited space. But this has been at the cost of a woman’s self being split into two. A woman must continually watch herself. She is almost continually accompanied by her own image of herself. Whilst she is walking across a room or whilst she is weeping at the death of her father, she can scarcely avoid envisaging herself walking or weeping. From earliest childhood she has been taught and persuaded to survey herself continually. And so she comes to consider the surveyor and the surveyed within her as the two constituent yet always distinct elements of her identity as a woman. She has to survey everything she is and everything she does because how she appears to men, is of crucial importance for what is normally thought of as the success of her life. Her own sense of being in herself is supplanted by a sense of being appreciated as herself by another….One might simplify this by saying: men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at. This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relation of women to themselves. The surveyor of woman in herself is male: the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object — and most particularly an object of vision: a sight.

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    1. Some might . . . and they would be wrong.

      Blaming men for women's neurosis is just intellectually dishonest. It's a cry for attention more than anything else. Women raised without the benefit of men in their lives develop these same characteristics. If they get all squirrely about it, that's not our fault. And when women start taking responsibility for their neurosis, that will be a wonderful day indeed.

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    2. This argument is used all the time to excuse anorexia, or plastic surgery, or overeating, or whatever "body image" issue of the day happens to be. Men, somehow, are to blame, even though we don't usually want a woman who is skeletal or who has giant fake clown tits.

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    3. Yeah, you see this same reasoning whenever people are talking about makeup or fashion, something along the lines of 'men don't really care that much, so stop it!' Which completely misses the point. We *know* men can't even tell when we're wearing makeup; we don't wear it for them. We do it to impress other women, and secondarily, to improve our own self image. Even in female-only spaces (a sorority house, say) women still put a lot of thought and effort into their looks. And more anecdotally, I've noticed some (but only some) women drop these routines when they're going somewhere they expect to encounter only men.

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  20. Great article. But I wouldn't engage in debate with Susan Walsh, in the same way I wouldn't engage in debate with a feminist. As a member of the fair and weaker sex, her grasp of the issues are limited at best. The claim that women are solipsistic is taken personally by her and her reaction is designed to shame you into withdrawing the claim.

    Any man who has had any dealing with women knows that every thing you do - or don't do - is taken by them personally, as if you are deliberately doing that thing (or not doing it), to somehow either to please or to annoy them.

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    1. I managed. She even tacitly admitted the truth of what I was saying in her blog when she quoted me. I work in porn. I don't shame easily.

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  21. Let me preface this by saying i enjoy your blog and i am a man.

    But you came off like a twat in that story, sounds like you were enjoying the attention more then they were.

    Yes the Boss was crazy. But putting up a performance list when you are the top is absurd. Why go out of your way to hurt an old ladys feelings? To make yourself feel important? the costs of hireing/fireing people are large (alot of the time it isnt even a legal option).

    You were getting paid by the hour i assume until the job was done and it was work you obviously wanted as you didnt want labouring etc? You failed bigt ime by getting yourself let go by being a determent to the environment by acting like an attention whore yourself. You were basking in the glory of being toxic to work with. The women were far from the only ones acting solipsistically in this story. Cant see how noone has pointed out the contradiction yet.

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    1. I agree that posting the list was a step over the line. But the fact that he got in trouble for working harder than everyone else and not taking a lunch was pretty ridiculous. I've seen this myself.

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    2. I wasn't going out of my way to hurt an old lady's feelings . . . I was attempting to unify an effective team response in the face of a budgetary deadline. One of those stupid "male" things we do when we actually want to accomplish something more than we want to avoid hurting feelings. The fact was, I didn't enjoy the attention -- I wanted to hide in my car in the face of that sea of estrogen. But I wasn't allowed to.

      And I don't see that as a "fail" because I did more work than any other single employee, and more than several of them put together. The only thing "toxic" about working with me was when people wanted me to do something entirely outside of reasonable working conditions. If someone failed, it was the boss. She poorly managed a tense situation through imposing her own ideals and considerations on the situation. I did what I was supposed to to get my paycheck.

      Maybe I was solipsistic, a bit. But only in self-defense. I firmly stand by both my actions and my observations.

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  22. really should reply to the above comment.

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  23. Wow. Such a story.

    I frequently see examples of female solipsism in the comment threads of articles about female behavior. About as common from females as the NAWALT response is "But I'm not like that." Maybe more common.

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  24. This is a really weird misapplication of the term solipsism. What you are describing is egotism, plain and simple. This has nothing to do with solipsism really.

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  25. I find the distinction between solipsism and selfishness very important: the modern world tends to look down on selfishness and not see that solipsism is a problem, the ancient world saw it the other way around.

    To this day, I prefer someone who buys a motorbike for fun to someone who donates that money to some grand charity: at least the first guy understands that he is no big deal, the second one often thinks is the messiah to save the world.

    But. This observation tends to fit that recent manosphere pattern of correctly recognizing how modern people suck, but then mistaking it as a woman-only thing. Yes, a real man supposed to be non-solipsistic, but very few men today are of that type anymore.

    The "don't take it personally, just business" it is not merely a man's credo but an alpha mans credo. Very, very few men are like that. For example the average funny t-shirt and sandals IT guy I know takes every question as a critique, so starts the answer by first qualfiying how he is doing everything right and nothing can be his fault ever, and then goes on to explain.

    I mean there is a certain amount of wishful thinking it taking the great alpha man qualities, and then kind of saying men are like this women not. I think this author makes this mistake. Non-solipsist is alpha. Most men today are not.

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  26. An Exellent post, Mr. Ironwood!

    Reminds me of feminists accusing "the Patriarcate" of everything... Collective solipsism? Or is it just female narcissism on an international level? Hating "the Patriarcate" seems to keep the feminist movement from falling apart.

    Stockholm, Sweden

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  27. I found this article sad. I'm a woman, and it really hurts to think that this is what men think of women as a whole.
    Personally, I think both parties were at fault. You didn't have to rile everyone up with your notebook. And the fact that you take pride in it is awful. It puts me in mind of a woman who took pride in punching a guy in the face right after he told a rape joke to his (male) friend. These are awful things to be proud of. You drove a pack of women insane with curiosity because you found it funny. She punched a guy so hard she broke three fingers. Its not something to be proud of. Its not something to yell "Yeah, you go girl/dude!" Think about what this is doing to society.
    If women are guilty of over-thinking how their actions impact the world around them, then men are guilty of under-thinking.
    Whenever I hear internet debates like this, with each party cheering and booing in turn, it makes me really sad. We're one species, not just men and women. Humans.

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    1. While I might agree philosophically, the pragmatic fact of the matter is that feminism forever nullified that ideal. There is no going back.

      You might find it sad, but hurt feelings are not going to change the fact that I was provoked when I tried to do my own thing within the bounds of the job. Perhaps my behavior was "typically male", in the response of their "typically female" group dynamic - in which case we have a delightful display of gender differences in the workplace.

      But what would you have me do? Be the "noble" one, try to be the bigger man and indulge them in their projections and rationalizations and solipsisms? Why should I be the one to do so, and not they? Feminism established the ideal of the "level playing field", but your attempt to shame me with your sadness and disappointment just furthers the idea that I should live up to female standards of behavior when the females in question held themselves to no such ideal. I can't help but notice that many women take recourse in the why can't you just grow up argument, without being willing to hold themselves or their female peers to account in the same way.

      So the price of their provocation was having their own solipsism used against them. And now it is enshrined in the internet forever as an example to others. You can shake your head and disapprove, but without a more compelling reason than that, I don't see why I should have done anything different, when I was clearly in a disadventageous situation. If you can come up with something better than "be nice", I'd like to hear it. "Don't tease them because they are girls" doesn't work. Thank feminism for that, too.

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    2. Just do your fucking job effectively (instead of wasting time on chatting, spreading rumors at work) - you will avoid shitty drama like that described in the story.
      Folks, her comment is another example (proof) of solipsism (notice, there's a shit load of "ME" and "I"s - she took article too personally).
      Article is not "sad", dear lady. There is just projection of sadness in you solipsistic mind. Keep it for yourself.

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    3. What made me laugh hardest was: "She punched a guy so hard she broke three fingers. Its not something to be proud of." Yeah, as if that's the main thing wrong with a girl punching a guy in the face for telling a joke to his friend that she didn't like. To her, the worst thing about it is that the woman hurt her fingers punching the guy. What an amazing display of female solipsism.

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  28. Disappointed. I thought it was going to be about swinging ;)

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  29. The post states that solipsism isn't bad in and of itself, that it's not the same as selfishness, yet the examples given are extremes. Getting a handle on the use of solipsism is a bit difficult because it's usage differs from the philosophical concept, and it seems to be a catchall judgment for whatever a woman is doing wrong. I'm not sure I understand its purpose in the discussions, since we can always come up with some extreme form of behavior and say, "See, here's female solipsism at work." Women's "selves" are central to their lives. Yes. The "selves" of men are not central to their lives. Men and women are different. And?

    That workplace sounds bizarre. FWIW, I think giving tips on being more efficient would have been more helpful than posting a list of what each person had accomplished. The intent may have been to increase productivity, but strategy is more important in that respect than just ranking people. Really, all the list told them was where they fell relative to others, not what they were doing wrong to not be as productive as they could be. I worked many temp jobs and often was very fast--so much so that it was commented on. Some people are faster than others. Some people are better at figuring out how to do things most quickly. Others not so much.

    The story in some ways made me think that it's good that women and men are different because not everything is always about getting to the bottom line most efficiently. Not even in business as it turns out. That kind of mentality is what leads companies to lay people off right before they are going to hit retirement because they think, "Who cares about feelings, this is just about the results." That's an extreme, but it definitely happens.

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  30. The pictures of women in suggestive poses and reveling clothing undermine the points you are trying to make. Much has been written about how the continual objectification of women has caused the crippling self-consciousness/involvement you deride.

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    1. Much has been written about phrenology, too. Objectification is a basic and intrinsic aspect of male sexuality. The pictures I chose emphasize, not undermine, the point I'm trying to make.

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    2. How are you emphasizing your point? The FSM uses the 'male gaze' to suppress the fresher while using it to their advantage in the example you gave. And objectification isn't limited to men FYI.

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  31. These posts on FSM are just brilliant.
    U should also include in them how one can use these to our advantage from game point of view.
    I think it was roissy who said 'the best weapon in ur game arsenal is a woman's imagination'.

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  32. This is awesome. I didn't think I'd ever find anyone who would relate to these things I've been noticing and you said it. Thanks! You nailed it! But just bear in mind that not all women are like that and people might end up stereotyping some woman who was trying to be a genuine team player, the way you were. And hopefully the term female solipsism won't be abused the way feminism is. But otherwise, well observed!

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  34. Personally, I'd have "accidentally" left the notebook behind, but in full view of everybody in the middle of an empty desk.
    Going to lunch / the toilet / home that day would have been the world's biggest game of chicken.

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