This 1993 candid is worth a thousand words, but not the thousand about which most people think. Few people know the backstory to this nostalgic visual that we all love—the first public snapshot of John and Carolyn while they were both watching the NYC Marathon. It was during that week that her quasi boyfriend at the time, model hunk Michael Bergen, caught the photo in the headlines and confronted her about it. For the longest time, her ongoing response was the nonchalant “Oh, he’s just a friend, Michael.” That Carolyn was either the most intelligent calculating woman out there or the most ignorant folly of a case, the jury is still out.
Unbeknownst to Carolyn, she coined the 21st century euphemism “Oh we’re just hanging out” and “Yea, we’re talking”. Ummm, right, over your cologne-scented pillows, girl. If you know anything about Carolyn Bessette—the tall cut-throat blonde who nabbed smoldering American prince of the 90s JFK Jr—she was a low-key man eater, in my opinion. She never wanted to define anything. She hung with the boys and she did it really well. She was unconventionally gorgeous and whip smart which added to the male intrigue. One thing that set her apart from most females is that she didn’t play hard to get, she just intrinsically was hard to get. I learned of this other angle to her life after reading The Other Man in which Michael Bergman chronicled their love story. Page 21 and 23 sums up our girl—that kind of girl everyone knows at least one in their life:
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“What happened? I asked?
“Nothing,” she said. “We went out a couple of times.”
“Dinner?”
“Dinner,” she repeated. “And once or twice to Martha’s Vineyard.”
“You went to Martha’s Vineyard with John Kennedy Jr.?” I wasn't exactly thrilled by the idea. Not that I suffer from retroactive jealousy, but I was nuts about Carolyn and didn’t want anything to go wrong.
We were at the entrance to the subway now. She put her hand on my arm, as if to reassure me. “It was nothing, Michael.”
“Nothing,” I said, trying to control my voice. "You don’t go away for a weekend with a guy and say it’s nothing.”
“It really was nothing,” she said, with a note of irritation now. “I went as a friend.”
“What does that mean, friend?” It occurred to me that she had never once admitted to any kind of serious liaison with any man. Not Jason. Not JFK Jr. Not the hockey player she had dated in college. It was almost as if she didn't want to aknowledge that she had any sexual history at all. She wanted to be a virgin for me. Every other man had just been a friend.
Carolyn liked to talk about the future even less than she liked talking about the past, if that was remotely possible. Even the near term was too complicated for her. She refused to make a plan. It always depended on how things went at work, how much she got down, whether she had to go to that boring thing at the Met.
But I didn’t mind. I was idiotically happy. As far as I was concerned, it was nothing short of a miracle that I had this amazing woman in my life.
What other man has been in Michael’s place?
I have long been puzzled, yet very intrigued, by the concept of male-female friendships—the PLATONIC-I-don’t-expect-anything-from-you definition of friendship. This stems from me being a natural Girl’s Girl: I have a ton of girl friends. I’m incapable of “rollin’ with the homies” like some girls, while culture preemptively makes those girls the cool ones to aspire to, right? Nevermind that they are the exceptions to successful male-female dynamics outside of conventional romantic coupledom. I’ve realized we as culture have this hasty sophomoric ideal “Well, if they can do it I can, too!” to make certain exceptions the rule when it comes to what some individuals can fancifully get away with that the masses can’t. Despite all of the progress we’ve made, I believe the western first world countries are in a massive state of denial. And it’s not just with this area of life but with so many others. In a relativistic “my truth” world—not to mention the extreme issues of no defining terms on what a woman is and redefinition of marriage—I’m not surprised that we are still keeping up with these minor charades of male-female close knit friendships, much stemming from the 1960’s Free Love movement (reason #3 below).
I started this blog 7 months ago and have been procrastinating on finishing it because there is so much nuance to this subject. For instance, I do have some amazing male friendships in my life, BUT to be politically correct I’d like to call them acquaintances—compared to the scale of friendship I can have with my female friends. Because I think having a platonic male friend has never and will never be the same as having a female friend. Think more boundaries. It’s a different dynamic and we need to respect that dynamic—-unlike what Carolyn and other women like her have done to murk those waters.
I’ve talked to “Guy’s Girl’s” regarding this topic and here is the proverbial response I have gotten over the years: “I just get along better with guys.” Well, to that I say: I get along really well with men, too. I have lively intelligent conversations, I love a man’s self deprecation and different perspective on things that I can’t glean from a woman. I love hanging out in groups with them BUT there is a subtle tension nobody in that camp seems to acknowledge when it comes to platonic conversations with the opposite sex that is ampliflied even more when it’s one on one. With romance it’s a different dynamic: both parties subconsciously welcome that tension but if one is not romantically interested in the other, then what is the point of expending that sexual tension on them? One will either get screwed, literally (see reason #5, below) or one will be disappointed because nothing is coming from the interactions (reason #3).
And I’m not just talking about in person—this could be over the phone too, because that is still a one-on-one intimate conversation. Neverless, I do have long conversations with people in general and one time I spent 3 hours on the phone with one of my male friends! When I got off the phone I thought to myself, “damn that was special, but rare. I’m not doing this every day or even every week with you—things are going to get awkward!” You see, we don’t experience the same type of vulnerability within our species as we do outside of our species. I think of girls being my same species while guys are not. Now that’s quiet hyperbolic because I know what you are thinking, “Whitney we are still the same species!” Yea, and men are from Mars and women are from Venus! Look, in the midst of our woke non-binary, feminist leaning culture I promote, for the sake of arguments like these, using more hyperbole to counteract the blur into which society is trying to meld us.
This subject of male-female friendship reminds me of a cute baby elephant in the room, one that we don’t want to disrupt because it looks like it’s having so much fun over there in the corner (such like the Carlolyn excerpts I will use throughout this blog). But, it so often ends up being a conundrum too many of us humans find ourselves in, especially in this modern age. I’ll attempt to address that elephant—which may ruffle some tomboy’s overalls—and you’ll find out why I don’t go out of my way to have male friendships. Let me explain 5 reasons why, coming from a female’s perspective and my personal experience sprinkled in…
1. BASIC INSTINCT: the primal sexual tension factor is a real thing.
It took me a while to comprehend my feelings as a legitimate concept to talk about—maybe because I thought I was the only one out there thinking this way and I felt weird? After years of experiencing this, I will bring it to the surface. It’s hard to form intimacy (the cerebral kind) with a male friend if I’m only going to remain friends with him: if I don’t feel or foresee any romance in the future then I don’t care to get closer physically or mentally. My brain gives me this red light. I feel emotionally constipated, like I can’t fully be myself because if I was I would be defaulting to flirtatious behavior (see Reason #4) that could “lead the guy on” to a direction not in the cards for us. It’s emotional and intellectual energy better spent on my girlfriends, geriatric male mentors and such. There only seems to be sexual tension with men who are in my mating bracket—imagine that! They could be the most upstanding man and it has nothing to do with trusting them around me (like they will make a move or something), it has to do with not wanting to face sexual tension within myself for a man I have no chemistry/compatability/longterm romance for. And I’m sure several of them have felt the same…..This could be explored further in the TEDtalk by evolutionary pscyhologist David Buss who delivers a very uncomfortable yet hilarious truth about men and women: