A young surfer recently stopped by my shop to buy an out-of-print book about her passion. During the exchange she used a familiar word to praise a sister wave-rider.
â€œShe really has the â€˜cojonesâ€™ to surf the big ones,â€ said the woman.
Most of us have heard some version of this cross-cultural clichÃ©. Language spreads the virulent notion that human courage and strength are rooted in male sex glands. We claim it takes testicles (â€œcojonesâ€ in Spanish) to excel at sports, business, and politics.
Being the sole male in a four-person household, I know this notion is nuts. Our family is fortified by a partnership that transcends gender. Often our daughters ride lifeâ€™s waves better than Jennifer and I do.
So as husband and dad Iâ€™m compelled to speak out for the inherent strength of women. Call it uterine affirmation, in honor of one of the most powerful muscles in the human body. I was compelled to testify on this point with the young surfer in my shop, who patiently nodded at the middle-aged bookseller before dashing off to hit the water.
The next day I learned that 56-year-old Congressman David Wu was accused of sexually molesting the 18-year-old daughter of one of his friends. He has since become the fourth person in Congress to resign this year because of sex scandals. Two Democrats, two Republicans, and four mighty pairs of cajones.
Last spring I defended Wu in the press when Oregon newspapers called for his resignation. At the time the call seemed rash to me, given what had been reported. Several weeks after my column ran, his staff invited me to meet with him during a visit to Seaside. I took my daughters along, thinking it would be a civics lesson.
Having never spoken directly with Wu, I began the meeting by thanking him for his stand on American trade policy with China. From the onset of his service in Washington, Wu advocated that our nationâ€™s commerce with the communist regime should advance human rights and uphold our democratic values.
Wuâ€™s stand earned him flak from some free traders in his district. Yet he held firm, saying: â€œIf the voters of Oregon decide to send me home for [my position on trade with China], Iâ€™ll have to live with that. But Iâ€™d rather turn my back on the office than turn my back on my principles.â€
I read that quote to my daughters, in Wuâ€™s presence, because I wanted them to know they were meeting a leader with strong convictions. If the recent allegations prompting his resignation are true, weâ€™ve also learned such leadership can be sacrificed to those male gonads (â€œgaowanâ€ in Chinese) that people pretend are the font of valor.
The betrayal of trust reminds me of another family story.
During Jenniferâ€™s first year in college, her sister Jeanne (then 16-years-old) flew down to visit her in California. The adventure began when Jeanne got bumped up to first class, where she enjoyed the company of a charismatic man who accompanied her off the plane to meet Jennifer.
Thankfully, the two young women had the sense to decline when their new 40-something friend, Neil Goldschmidt, suggested that they all go out for drinks. They could tell something was amiss, so they passed up the chance to party with Oregonâ€™s big-balled surfer of political power (now tragically renowned as the perpetrator in a long term sexual abuse case).
Thatâ€™s â€œgroyse beytsimâ€ in Yiddish, by the way.
From what Iâ€™ve seen, the cross-cultural truth about cajones is that they often cause serious wipe outs. Yet for some reason people talk as if theyâ€™re essential to success, even for women. When a union leader endorsed Hillary Clinton for president in 2008, he famously described her as being the right person for the job because of her â€œtesticular fortitude.â€
Was that what equipped her husband Bill for success in the Oval Office? Did it fortify the public leadership of John Edwards and Arnold Schwarzenegger?
Thereâ€™s been plenty of debate over where society should draw the line between private life and civic duty. Yet the best comment Iâ€™ve heard regarding the testicular exploits of leaders came from my mom, who asked â€œwhere do they find the time?â€
Presumably such distractions arenâ€™t a problem for most men. Yet for all too many, those â€œfamily jewelsâ€ are tools of destruction.
Changing caveman notions about success will help counter this failure. Few women in positions of power become embroiled in sex scandals. We need more leaders with uterine fortitude surfing the big waves of society.
2 replies on “Surfing Without A Pair”
Great piece, Watt– Just perfect, really. I often wonder how they find the time, but then remember how good these guys are at multitasking….
Thanks so much,
Muchas gracias, hermana!
Your salute to male multitasking brought to mind an infamous country song (which, I just learned, was written by Shel Silverstein).
“Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you’re leaving me.”