Ferdinand's Secret by Anonymous
I am happy to see the story of Ferdinand, that gentle, flower-sniffing, pacifist bull has made the big screen. I have not seen the film, but unless it completely betrays the book, Ferdinand offers us an astonishingly simple, though not entirely painless solution to a vast range of contemporary problems. Handwringing at many of the world's apparently intractable difficulties - resurgent authoritarianism, Kim Jong Il's missiles, Harvey Weinstein, Putin's flaunting of his six pack, the crisis in the Catholic church, Evangelical support for Trump, the ridiculously crowded field of democratic candidates and the looming demographic disaster of an excess of young men in China - might end if we better understood Ferdinand's secret, which is really not much of a secret at all. Though obscure to me as a boy, Ferdinand's back story is clear to me now. He had experienced a small, life-transforming operation that freed him from that great plague of humanity - and bulls - which, to maintain the subtlety of children's literature, we prefer not spell it out. Yes, it does begin with a T, and so do the excised parts.
I am likely to be severely criticized for oversimplifying many complex problems, but I think that instead we overcomplexify a simple problem. Freud understood this problem better than most. When I was young I thought Freud probably had a puerile mind, though I didn't know the word. Now, as I shudder at the rash of towers plaguing the skylines of world cities - Istanbul's is just being erected - I think Freud may have undersold his big idea. I also used to be shocked, like any good Puritan should be, at the Hindu lingam and at the Near Eastern statuettes - I recently saw one at Ephesus Museum - depicting the effects of what appears to be superhuman levels of testosterone. Either that, or an extraordinarily potent premodern Viagra. But anyone who thinks seriously about modern world leaders, Kim Jong Il's missiles, or our recent #metoo moment surely must see that we still have far more (begins with a T) around than is good for us. We just aren't as honest about our idolatry as were ancient near eastern idol carvers.
The solution is right in front of us in the form of a delightful, warm-hearted children's book. We might begin symbolically. Suppose we replace the Wall Street Bull, so heavily weighed down at the back, with a more balanced, flower-sniffing statue of Ferdinand, appropriately bandaged. Who could argue with a kinder, gentler capitalism? But we need more than symbols. We need role models. I suggest our presidential candidates might begin leading the world by example. Voluntarily? I am of two minds. A legal requirement would require a pesky Constitutional amendment, and I can see how the idea might be tough to sell at first. But with some appropriate incentives - a requirement for participation in debates? a massive influx of campaign cash? unparalleled publicity? - who could resist the peer pressure, and the potent benefits - somehow that seems like the wrong adjective - of such a small operation. Mike Pence would never have to worry about being alone in an elevator with a woman again, and neither would the women. President Trump could clearly demonstrate once and for all that, whatever may or may not have been fake news from the past, he will certainly have no future interest in the Wrong Sort of Playmate. Imagine Melania's relief.
But it's the democrats who stand to benefit most. If the idea caught on, we would likely see an immediate and virtuous thinning of that over crowded field. Those who remained would have the immediate benefit of casting away any past #metoo type scandals, and preventing future ones. What about the women candidates? Wouldn't this give ambitious women an unfair advantage? The IAAF - the the International Association of Athletics Federations - has shown the way, recognizing the fundamental unfairness of excess testosterone. Amy Klobuchar, judging from her alleged treatment of her staff, should certainly be tested and disqualified, unless she is willing to submit to hormone suppressants and ongoing monitoring. Imagine the love fest our last Presidential election might have been if the race had been between a Ferdinand-like Donald and a Hillary with suppressed hormones, and smiling in the background an entirely benevolent and disinterested Vladimir Putin smelling the flowers of a new Russian Spring.
If we Christians truly want to distance ourselves from modern paganism - I'm thinking of the statuette in the Ephesus museum again - then why not just cut if off. Literally.
There is excellent biblical warrant. Origen saw this, acted on it, and has been unjustly castigated ever since. Yet it seems the obvious solution to the modern scandal of the Catholic church. If life long celibacy is really such a good idea, why not make it easier and safer? It could be a truly back to the Bible moment for evangelicals who have inexplicably resisted application one of the clearest of our Lord's recommendations.
So I have a dream, a dream in which crowds of men, all with the face of Harvey Weinstein, fill the Mall in Washington, and like the massive gathering of eunuchs in "The Last Emperor", hold aloft the evidence that they are no longer a danger to humanity and proudly chant "ME TOO!" It would mark the beginning of an invigorated - sorry, wrong adjective again - and truly gender-inclusive #metoo movement. Inspiring!
*Note: The brilliant author of this piece wishes to remain anonymous.
