Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Most Admired and Despised among the Living

Most Admired (by me)

1. Kiko Arguello, founder of the Neocatechumenal Way.

2. Pope Leo XIV.

3. Ralph Martin and leadership of the Charismatic Renewal.

4. Bishop Robert Barron, Eric Varden and Archbishop Chaput.

5. Cardinals Zen, Sarah, Mueller, Burke, Pizzabella, Arinze, O'Malley, Dolan.

6. Fr. Mariuscz Koch and leaders of the Franciscan Friars of the Renewal.

7. Dr. Dianne Trauflet (Seton Hall University) and Sister Marilyn Minter (Felician Sisters).

8. Supreme Court Justice Amy Comey Barret.

9. Theologians at the John Paul II Institute of the Family in Washington DC: Schindler, Hanby, Healy, Lopez, Crawford, McCarthy, Walker and Prosperi (formerly) and others.

10. Thinkers: Ross Douthat, Heather King, Yuval Levin, Mary Ann Glendon, Condoliza Rice, Patrick Dineen, Arthur Brooks, Peter Kreft, Gil Baile, R. Reno, T. Guarino, Weigel, Scott Hahn, Jordan Peterson, Jonathan Haight, Remi Brague.

11. Usha Vance.

12. Zelinsky.

13. Jimmy Caviezel, Mark Wahlberg, Jonathan Roumie, Eduardo Verastegui.

14. All our co-grandparents: Rita, Allie and Massey, Tom and Ann Marie, Janice, Scott and Karen, Mark and Linda.

15. Our daughter-in-laws Margaret and Kelli. Our son-in-laws Brian, Dave, Kevin, Joe.


Most Despised (by me)

1. Hamas leadership and those involved in October 7, 2023.

2. Those who traffic children and young women, including Epstein and Coombs.

2. Joe Biden... his enablers/handlers/collaborators. 

3. Chairman Xi....and the CCP.

4. Kim Jong Un of North Korea.

5. Putin... his military and billionaire buddies. 

6. Cardinal Paglia and the unnamed lavender mafia of the Vatican.

7. Chavez of Venezuela and Ortega of Nicaragua. 

8. Khamenei and the Ayatollahs.  


Most Loved and Hated: (No one is close) Donald J. Trump


Dear Reader:  This is a fun and salutary exercise. Whom would you add? Delete? This is an organic grouping that needs to develop!




Monday, June 23, 2025

The Unveiling of Shame

 Shame is surely the most pervasive, undetected and pernicious of the toxic emotions. Anger, anxiety, depression, resentment and the others are relatively transparent. They manifest, announce themselves to the sufferer and those around him. Thus, they invite engagement, correction, confrontation, conversation, scrutiny, exploration, and resolution... interiorly and exteriorly. Not so with shame. Of its nature it is secretive. It hides itself in isolation, disconnection, sterility, paralysis, passivity, and stagnation.

What is Shame?

Shame is the interior, private judgment against oneself as worthless, bad, repulsive, disgusting and vile.

Paradoxically, it is private and subjective even as it is basically relational or social: it is an interior judgment of how I am viewed or would be viewed by others. 

It is distinct from guilt, even as the two interpenetrate each other. Guilt refers to a specific wrong act, while shame despises the entire person. I am guilty because I beat up my little brother or cheated on my wife. I am shameful because I am a bully, a bad person; I am constitutionally unfaithful. So guilt can be remedied by confession, amends, and reconciliation; after which I am restored to my state as "a good person." But shame is deeper, interior, systemic, penetrating: I am a bad person, period. Guilt is easily treated by sincere repentance. Shame is more inherent and resistant: when profound it is invulnerable to one's own agency or volition. Guilt deals with the moral...the good and the bad...in a straightforward fashion. Shame is closer to the aesthetic: I am inherently void of value, beauty, charm; I am ugly, despicable, distasteful. So, for example, we speak of "body shame": I am too skinny or fat; my ears/nose/eyes are too small or large. Such are features which define me regardless (for the most part) of my volition, effort, will power. 

Shame is so pernicious because it fosters and festers in secrecy. Shame tells me I am despicable; therefore any self-revelation to another will expose me to rejection. Shame thrives in isolation. The real cure for shame is connection: self-revelation and then positive regard, acceptance, respect, affection and delight from the other. Self-affirmations (such as those of Stuart Smalley of Saturday Night Live) are futile and self-evidently ridiculous. We need to trust and receive love from another. Shame cannot be banished by self-will, private agency, good thinking. The interior conviction of ones own disvalue in the eyes of others can only be overcome by valuation from another. Not from one's own subjectivity.  Such encounters are possible only in sacred places of confidentiality, reverence and affection: family or friend, counselor, Rabbi or priest, 12-step similar group. The overcoming of shame comes neither in privacy nor in public, but in privileged encounters of care and respect.

Men, Where Have You Gone?

In a poignant, insightful piece in today's (6/23/25) NY Times "Modern Love," Rachel Ducker grieves: "Men, Where Have You Gone? Please Come Back." Anecdotally, she notes the absence of men in public, in restaurants, where she sees groups of women, pairs of women and single women, but few men. She believes they are all isolated, "retreated from intimacy, hiding behind filters, firewalls and curated personas." She pleas: "You don't have to be perfect; you just have to be present. Just show up."

Casually, she makes a startling admission: "I spent over a decade behind the curtain of digital desire. As the custodian of records for Playboy and its affiliated hardcore properties, I was responsible for some of the world's most infringed-upon adult content. I worked ... to understand exactly what it took to get a man to pay for content he could easily find free.  We knew how to frame a face, a gesture, a moment of implication...just enough to ignite fantasy and open a wallet. I came to understand in exact terms what cues tempt the average 18-36-year-old cis heterosexual man. What drew him in. What kept him coming back. It wasn't intimacy. It wasn't mutuality. It was simulation...clean, fast, frictionless. In that world, there's no need for conversation. No effort. No curiosity. No reciprocity. No ones feelings to consider, no vulnerability to navigate. Just a closed loop of consumption." 

She is matter-of-fact: little mention of contrition or reparation. But clearly she is associating her work in porn with the male problem. She is not aware of the shame dimension.

 Phenomenology of Shame in the Theology of the Body of St. Pope John Paul II

Adam and Eve, innocent in the Garden before the fall into sin, were "naked without shame:" childlike, trusting, free, spontaneous. Immediately after the fall, they cover themselves in shame. John Paul sees that this response of shame was protective of their dignity. They retained, even after sin, the image of God in which they were created, innate, ineffable, inherent goodness. But this was now threatened by sin: personal/subjective and that of the other. Therefore, they cover themselves to protect their now vulnerable dignity: from their personal and other's contempt, lust, manipulation, deception, violence and degradation.

By this reading, shame is given a surprisingly positive reading: it is protective of inherent dignity. This is correct! We cover ourselves, we dress modestly, we speak respectfully, we exercise custody of the eyes...all to protect innocence and goodness. At a certain age, (is it 3? 4?) the child develops an appropriate sense of privacy in regard to the body, the bathroom, and such. This is a good thing. Like the other negative emotions (anger, anxiety, etc.) it is a troubling feeling, but has a positive task. To protect dignity. To say that one is "without shame" is a damning judgment: it means a fundamental lack of dignity. 

Shame, Porn, Masturbation and Emasculation

Porn consumption, voyeuristic compulsivity, erotic fantasy, and masturbation together are inherently private, isolating, shameful, and emasculating. Our Catholicism, but all ancient traditions and faiths, revere sexuality as sacred, as Godlike, as life-bearing, as incomparably intimate/unitive, and as coherent with the deepest dimension of the heart and soul. So we sense, deeply and intuitively in the conscience, that misuse of sexuality is sacrilegious and shameful. 

The aim of the sexual revolution of the 1960s and the resulting cultural liberalism is to subdue, repress, cancel this "shame" so that we might indulge in free sex, detached from marriage and family, deaf to the interior voice of conscience.

Rachel Drucker, writing in the NY Times, is surely such a cultural progressive, deeply in denial of shame. She was herself a key agent in the pornographic assault on the innocence of our youth, but seems oblivious of it.

She is a woman and does not understand masculine sexuality and shame. A man in a compulsive porn/masturbation habit may well be dealing with and self-medicating anxiety, depression, inadequacy and prior shame. But this exercise heightens the isolation and loneliness, as in all addictions, and deepens the self-condemnation. In a vicious cycle, the habit intensifies shame and isolation; the self-loathing is than medicated by the indulgence. All the time masculine self-esteem is depleted. 

For a man to  engage a woman...in conversation, cooperation, friendship, intimacy, courtship and marriage... he needs interior confidence, energy, peace, and strength. To appreciate, revere and delight in femininity, a man requires a strong sense of his own masculine worth. A degree of insecurity is surely normal and widespread. A degree is fine: no one wants a cocky, overconfident, righteous man. But such normal insecurity needs to coexist with an interior sense of worth, received in loving relationships and accompanying accomplishments and encouragements. A man drawn into porn and "self-abuse" (a traditional term which might be retrieved) is depleted of self worth, of agency, of courage, of boldness and infected with self-contempt. Porn and masturbation are emasculating.

Male Sexuality and Shame

In my adolescence, the explosion of sexual desire was accompanied by powerful guilt/shame/anxiety. The  narrative of cultural liberalism would, of course, disparage this as the result of my Catholic indoctrination. I do not see it that way.

We did learn, of course, of the sacredness of sex within marriage and that any sexual activity outside of that is seriously sinful. We learned that even thoughts, desires and intentions were to be carefully scrutinized as possible movements toward sin. This was, on the whole, presented in a low key, matter-of-fact manner. My parents and people in general did not talk about it. The topic of sex was surrounded by a reverent silence. In retrospect, my criticism of my upbringing is that the topic was too little discussed. It was avoided, by priests at mass and the sisters and brothers who taught us. 

I see my adolescent-and-ongoing shame/guilt/fear, not as resulting from negative socialization, but as a basically normal and healthy response, cautious/fearful/vigilant, to powerful, overwhelming passons. The reality of male sexuality, in the condition of concupiscence after the Fall, is violent, irrational, chaotic, overwhelming, and menacing. This toxicity is inherent, constitutive of our sinful nature. It is not a superficial socialization that can be overcome by some Me-Too movement or an enlightened, therapeutic approach to sex.

And so, shame around sexual desire is a wholesome, normal thing. It is a warning. A call to prayer, discipline, repentance and confession. It is an impulse to seek, vigorously, purity of heart. Imagine:  an insecure, anxious young man powerfully drawn to fantasize about pictures of voluptuous women; a married woman, unhappy with an inattentive husband, who delights in the attention of another man and imagines romance with him; a happily married man inordinately attracted, physically and emotionally to other women...all of these properly arouse shame/guilt in a healthy conscience, arouse vigilance, arouse a sense of urgency in prayer, sacrament and habit of life. 

Homosexuality and Gay "Liberation"

Sex between men is mutual masturbation. It is not unitive, intimate, open to life or to the Holy. It is properly shameful. For men it is additionally emasculating as there is an inherent, unavoidable dynamic of domination in the mechanics of the various contortions: there is always an "upper" and a "lower." This finds blatant expression in slang, street language in which the deepest insult to one's masculinity is reference to male-on-male sex.

The goal of gay liberation is to overcome shame by affirming such sex as normal and wholesome.  It is a key component of the broader sexual liberation: detachment of sex from fertility, marriage, generational communion, tradition, and the supernatural. This entire effort, like the "contra-cepted" acts themselves,  is sterile and futile. Uprooted from community, tradition and fidelity, it isolates sex as individualistic, deracinated, narcissistic, shameful and hopeless.

The Fragile Masculine Identity of the Homosexual: the Proposals of Eve Tushnet

The attainment of a mature masculine identity, in the best circumstances...mentoring, father figures, camaraderie, support, correction, encouragement, opportunity, cis-heterosexual inclinations...is a long, tentative and perilous journey. I have to think it is 10 times harder for the homosexual with all that added anxiety, insecurity, social stigma and awkwardness. We care about this suffering.

The argument here is that "gay affirmation" is eventually futile, self-defeating and cruel. It is a desperation to cancel, repress, and deny feelings of shame that are inevitable and normal. The very word "gay" is ironic in a perverse way: it denies the unavoidable suffering that accompanies the state. It offers the false hope that social stigma alone, rather than the very moral order and concupiscence, is the source of the shame. So it promises, falsely, that the overcoming of social homophobia will eliminate shame and suffering and bring happiness.

On the other hand, a traditional moralistic/voluntaristic approach..."just be chaste"...does not adequately address the dense, profound emotional realities involved with same-sex attraction. It is far more than physical sex. It is accompanied by complexities of feelings, passions, sufferings, values, sensitivities, appreciations, charisms, difficulties...positives and negatives both. Sexuality is always more than physical: it permeates the entire person, touching the deepest parts of heart and soul.

And so we have the interesting figure of Eve Tushnet who identifies happily as lesbian, chaste Catholic. She sees them as compatible. She explores new kinds of relationships/covenants/friendships which are sexually chaste and yet quasi-spousal in regard to romantic energy, affective intimacy and exclusivity.

Hers is a fascinating, provocative proposal. It is valuable in that it expands the Catholic conversation beyond the physical to the more important emotional/psychological. From the perspective of our tradition however, these new quasi-spousal relationships are problematic. Our sexual ethos distinguishes sharply: friendship vs. marital and premarital intimacy; celibacy and spousal fidelity; sacraments of marriage and orders; the states of consecration, priesthood and the laity. While a chaste, intimate and holy relationship with the same sex may be possible, with the grace of God, in exceptional cases, it is a dangerous experiment. Since the passionate intimacy, exclusiveness, and mutuality in possessiveness is not rooted in and open to the full nuptial mystery in its natural and supernatural fullness, it presents many dangers. Prudence would caution that intimacy needs be met within the traditional practices of friendship and family.

I number among my friends a number of men...singles, priests, religious...who live celibate, holy lives as they identify as "gay." On friend opened up to me about his sexuality in the weeks before his death. Clearly this meant more to him than the mere performance of sex. I read of a nursing home in which gays/lesbians resented prejudice. One might wonder: at that stage, does it matter? Well it matters quite a bit. As mentioned, sexuality permeates and penetrates the person powerfully and deeply, in all dimensions. 

The homosexual needs to grow in esteem, virility, confidence and freedom from shame in intimate relationships: family, friendships, counseling and therapy, confession and spiritual direction. 12-step and support groups. Such provide protection, confidentiality, honesty and an itinerary into chastity as sexual sobriety. Freedom will not be found in privacy, isolation, disconnection. Nor will it be found in the publicity of "coming out," parades, pride month, and ideological crusading. And yet we can thank the Gay Movement for bringing to our attention the severe suffering of the homosexual.

Courage, the confidential support group for homosexuals who practice the Catholic ethos is much despised by sexual progressives, but it does seem to offer just such an environment of authenticity, acceptance, support, and encouragement. 

Befriending Shame

Shame is our enemy only when it remains secretive, isolated, closeted, disconnected. When it is recognized, scrutinized, and shared in appropriate relationships it becomes a friend. At its core, it is protection of our dignity. It is a trigger warning, like anxiety or anger, that something may be wrong: a threat to our innocence and integrity. As a feeling it is far from infallible so it must be scrutinized. Oftentimes it is pointing to a reality which must be acknowledged, corrected, repented, amended. Often enough it is mistaken, residual from earlier difficulties, traumas, mistakes. In that case it can be gently dismissed. 

Shame around sexuality is entirely normal and wholesome. It is a testimony to three realities. First, that one's libidinal, romantic energies are still burning. Secondly, that one's conscience is sensitive and vigorous. Lastly, that one's concupiscence (inherited propensity to sin) is strong and being confronted. A priest in confession told me that my body would be cold in the grave four days before I am relieved of these passions. 

Let us attend, anxiety-free, to our shame. Let us welcome, scrutinize and question it. Let us share it prudently with friend, family, priest, therapist. Let us bring it to the Lord in prayer. Let us invoke the Holy Spirit and all the gifts of purity, continence, fidelity, virility, serenity, and generosity. 

 







 


Friday, June 6, 2025

A Complete Sucker: the Cophetua Complex

 "He is a sucker, a complete sucker for any needy woman. A complete sucker!" My wife repeated the indictment against me several times, as in a  chant or a prayer, with considerable emphasis on "sucker."  My daughter, who is always protective of me, nodded her head in quiet, serious, reluctant agreement. My son-in-law laughed heartily as he also repeated, with evident sympathy: "Ouch! Ouch! Oh No! Ouch! Ouch!" My plea:  "Guilty as charged!"

"I had no idea whatever of falling in love with her.  For one thing, she was beautiful, and beautiful women, especially if they are intelligent, arouse within me a deep feeling of inferiority. I don't know if psychologists have yet named the Cophetua complex, but I have always found it hard to feel sexual desire without some sense of superiority, mental or physical."  Maurice Bendix, protagonist-narrator in Graham Greene's The End of the Affair.

Fabled African King Cophetua was strangely free of any sexual attraction until one day he looked out his window and saw a beautiful, very poor beggar woman, Penelophon, on the street below. He  fell madly in love with her; ran down; told her he wanted to marry her or he would kill himself. She consented. They lived many years happily together and were much loved by their people.

More than 75 years after Greene's rumination about the "Cophetua Complex,"  it remains unknown in psychology but is evident to anyone with an interest in masculine psychology and sexuality. I asked my high school religion class of 17-18 year old girls what they looked for in a man partner. They surprised me:  he must be intelligent; he must make me laugh. I doubt many 18 year old males pine for an intelligent comedienne. It is not that we men do not cherish and enjoy, in women, intelligence, humor, character, confidence, status, agency, accomplishment, faith and spirituality. Such are integral to friendship and marriage, but such are not ordinarily romantic triggers. On the contrary, very many of us sympathize with the Greene protagonist: we feel inferior in the presence of such a woman, and therefore romantically disinclined. It is not unusual to meet a young woman whose outer beauty is excelled by her inner loveliness and yet she remains unattached: she is intimidating.

Obviously, this is in part male insecurity. But only in part. The argument here is that in normal, even wholesome masculine sexuality there is a passionate romantic-emotional-sexual response to a woman in need, a woman who has to be rescued. It is analogous to the ordinary response of women to babies: they coo and want to hold and caress the little one. The oxytocin surges. Something similar happens for the man faced with a woman at risk, in danger, in need. Paternal impulses are engaged; combined with attraction they become explosive. A man wants to be a hero. And wants to rescue the princess. 

In the movie The Firm, Tom Cruise,  very happily married, is employed by a law firm from hell. Away on a business trip on an exotic island, his mentor (Gene Hackman, of happy memory) invites him out for a few drinks and women. He declines, faithful to his wife. Walking quietly along the beach he hears a woman screaming and intervenes; the rapist flees. She is terrified and he walks her home. She asks that he stay with her a while as she is still frightened. She is petite, adorable. She seduces him; pictures are taken and used by the firm to blackmail and control him. This is a good man and a good husband. But the combination of needy, fragile, vulnerable, and beautiful woman is almost impossible to resist. I thought, upon watching this drama, the choice for fidelity and chastity would require, for most of us, a divine intervention, a blatant, powerful actual grace.  

Similarly, in Someone to Watch Over Me, Tom Berrenger plays a happily married NYPD detective assigned to protect a gorgeous socialite witness to a murder who is targeted by the gangster. Her life is at risk. She has a jerk of a boyfriend but no other positive male figures such as brother, father, friend, etc. Of course she falls for him; and he for her. Again, in the natural realm, which is also the arena of sin (world, flesh, devil), he is without defense. The combination of beauty and frailty is irresistible. The Cophetua complex is engaged; very powerful!

About half a century ago, when many priests left to marry, I noted with interest that often it was a needy woman, rather than a beautiful, talented, intelligent or accomplished woman that won his heart. The same nurturing, generous impulses that brought him into the priesthood led him out as he counseled a damsel in distress.

The chemistry here is the commingling of sexual attraction with paternal instincts...the urge to protect the fragile and vulnerable...that is so explosive. If the woman has, in addition to beauty and vulnerability, interior riches (feminine, maternal generosity; intelligence; humor; candor; courage; religious faith, etc.) than the male will be entirely captivated. 

Then there is the dark, even demonic side of the Cophetua syndrome. Some years ago, my then-JAG-lawyer son called me, more distraught and troubled than I have ever seen him, before or since. For months he had been preparing a rape prosecution case. Much work with the victim! The day before trial begins, at a preliminary hearing, he is with an expert sent down from the Pentagon to assist. The accused entered the room and the victim fell completely to pieces. The expert whispered: our case is done; it will be impossible to prosecute. It seems the victim and accused had a close friendship: the older man as mentor to the younger woman. Was the perpetrator from the beginning a calculating, grooming predator? Or did a genuine fraternal or paternal tenderness turn dark? Under the influence of alcohol?

The predator senses in the beggar woman, who is weak, powerless, bereft of social and personal resources, a vulnerable victim. The sexual aggressor is skilled in detecting and grooming the weak. Most of us men behavior properly most of the time, in spite of the raging libidinal fires within, for many reasons: social disapproval, voice of conscience, reverence for feminine virtue, and other. Not least of these is the intuition that the desired woman has power, stature, confidence and will not tolerate an indecent gesture or proposal.  The woman who is poor...not well connected and low in confidence...presents a strong temptation to the lustful man.

Considering all this, we see wisdom in old fashioned taboos and boundaries: for example, priests and married men avoid private and compromising situations with women. Such rules are largely discarded. They are worth reconsidering. A relative freedom is possible, however, when all involved know that the man is strong in his state of life, marriage or priesthood or vowed. The Cophetua inclination, in itself wholesome, if vulnerable to corruption, can be expressed fruitfully where precautions and vigilance are in place. 

On the woman's side, we see something analogous: the maternal inclination to nurture a man who is weak. On its own, of course, this is inadequate for a solid friendship or marriage. A healthy marriage, especially, builds upon many foundations: romantic/erotic attraction, friendship in things that are good, emotional maturity, moral character, Christlike agapic love, support of family/community, and religious faith. Part of this rich recipe is a good dose of paternal and maternal tenderness for each other. The husband is strong when the wife is weak; the wife strong when the husband is weak. Ideally, there is a fluid, creative dance between the two: a basic equality in partnership, along with a sensitivity and mutuality in deference, agency, receptivity and tenderness. That is why Cophetua and Penelophon delighted their people and lived happily ever after!


Sunday, June 1, 2025

"Heat" the Movie: Masculine Agon, Loneliness and Intimacy

It's not me, Babe,

No, No, No it's not me Babe,

It's not me you're looking for Babe.  Bob Dylan  

Home alone last night, I indulged in 174 minutes of a real guy movie: "Heat." I knew Pacino and De Niro, both in their prime, could not disappoint. I was not prepared for a tour de force, a masterpiece! This rates with The Godfather, Goodfellas, and A Bronx Tale; but deeper in insight, sensitivity and poignancy.

Hard criminal De Niro and obsessed detective Pacino, long before they meet, recognize in each other their equal. They are mirror, mimetic rivals: tough, smart, aggressive masters of their respective universes. It is a classical cat-and-mouse game, but unusually well done. They are doubles, almost doppelgangers, of each other. Which is why they know they must kill each other.

Exactly half way through the movie (which lasts almost 3 hours but feels like 5 minutes) they sit across from each other over a coffee in a dinner. It might be the best dialogue in any movie ever. They eye each other. Quiet. An indescribable feeling of awe. I am tempted to say mystically, they know each other, without words. Their facial expressions; the tone of voice. I cannot describe it. They speak a few words, but each is deep and true and penetrating. They reverence each other. A profound, mutual, virile affection. They know they will battle to kill each other. It is calm; sober; reverent. The plot prior to the coffee leads up to it; the plot after flows from it. This is classic male agon: rivalry, combat, warfare.

About it: a virile sobriety. In this age of the therapeutic and narcissistic, this is not about feelings. Not personal. This is business. They agree: De Niro does scores; Pacino chases bad guys. Not personal. No resentment, hurt feelings, victims. The cold objectivity of  a Supreme Court Judge; of the Catholic sacraments; of the magisterium of the Church; of a good 12-step meeting. Like NBA athletes who clobber each other furiously on the court but then enjoy jokes and drinks later. Like Lee and Grant and their generals at Appomattox: after years of killing each other, old friends from West Point, they are gracious, congenial, respectful and affectionate. Like dealings between management and union at UPS where I worked for 25 years. Company and union leaders both came up from the ranks: same class, culture, types. As son of a union organizer and nephew of a slew of union men, I respected my antagonists. We competed, but within a framework of objective rules and rubrics: the contract. When, according to the contract, I was wrong, I was wrong. Cut and dry. Nothing personal! No human resource involvement; no intersectionality; no victim groups; no hurt feelings. Objective. Sober.

The Dualistic Male World

Every man, from adolescence, lives in two worlds: that of home, mother, wife, family; and the outside arena of competition/teamwork, achievement/failure, life/death, win/lose. Every man knows this intuitively. A woman does not, emotionally, understand this. This includes: sports, fights, argument, politics, war, cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, crime gangs, culture war, geopolitics, spiritual combat, ad infinitum. Few movies capture so well the asymmetry, the dissonance between the two worlds as does Heat.

In the best case scenario, of course, the man triumphs in his arena of competition, becomes a "made man," and returns home, a hero (however modest) to provide and protect his cherished wife and family. But things often go awry. There are men who develop double lives: devoted husband and secretly a hit man, a spy, an active homosexual, a compulsive gambler or serial killer. My maternal uncle was an affectionate, if eccentric husband/father, a disorganized businessman and secretly an intelligence agent in South America.

In the small world of my own large extended family, over 40 marriages, almost all emulate (not my uncle, but) my father: respectable achievement in the arena but primacy given to family. This makes for stable families, happy wives and thriving children. There is another type of man, not necessarily better or worse, who loves family but is drawn strongly to some engagement in the world. This can be business, sports, politics, crime, scholarship, medicine, ministry or mission. On the positive side, these are great men of history, heroes, martyrs, often generous souls. But this is difficult, if not impossible, for the bride or wife. This can occur, more rarely, with women: read the heart-rending biography of Dorothy Day (Beauty Will Save the World) by her granddaughter Kate Hennessey. Such men will most probably fail in romance or marriage. Exceptional successes include when the wife has herself abundant personal/communal resources or herself shares in the man's purpose. The women in Heat were not so fortunate.

Female Roles in Heat

Generally, most gangster/crime movies are straight-up guy things: the women marginal as sexual/romantic interests or wives, suffering/saintly/victimized. Heat is exceptional. Four romances: each rich with mutual tenderness, reverence, longing, and finally tragedy. The women (including Ashley Judd and Amy Brenneman) are interesting characters, radiant with feminine warmth, charm, intelligence, strength, appeal and character. All four are doomed from the start: the males are entirely committed to the life of crime or police work. This is especially clear with the Pacino character: he is ruining his third marriage when his wife sadly tells him: "I get the leftovers; your heart goes always first to your work." He agrees. He cannot help himself. At a climatic, nerve wracking moment towards the end, De Niro is driving,  with lots of money and his beautiful girlfriend who is crazy about him, away from his life of crime to paradise in the Pacific; but you know he simply cannot keep himself from settling a final score.

(Aside:  this is some of the Catholic wisdom in requiring celibacy of our priests. Their work is so important that it must be the priority; the wife and children would have to be secondary. The sacrament of orders and matrimony are each so demanding that they cannot tolerate each other. This suggests a fundamental self-contradiction in the permanent married diaconate. And so, the Catholic husband always knows that his first and final loyalty is to his wife: not his mission, or profession, or cause, or mother, or even children! The Catholic husband who feeds the hungry, or kills the bad guys, or wins the war, but neglects wife and children will be ill prepared for final judgment (i.e. retribution 😃).

Male Loneliness and Intimacy

The co-protagonists are deeply lonely men. They are so evenly matched that neither can be demoted to antagonist. I found myself rooting more for the "bad guy" De Niro. Possibly because he is  always a favorite of mine. Possibly because Pacino is agitated, restless, frenzied (as in Scarface and Devils'Advocate) while De Niro is quiet, calm, brooding, and profoundly sad in a striking virility. In their contrasting ways, each is constitutionally incapable of permanence in union with a woman.

Their real love is for each other, strangely, that they engage, defeat, and thus somehow psychically incorporate the other. The entire movie is moving inexorably to the final combat. We know blood and death are inevitable. We don't know exactly how.  The ending may be the best ever in any movie: unexpected, surprising, but it makes complete sense. No spoiler here. I will just say that the ending, in a tiny gesture, epitomizes the toughness and tenderness of masculinity.

A subordinate theme, especially for the De Niro character, is the fraternal loyalty among the criminal buddies. John Voigt and Val Kilmer, partners and prison buddies of De Niro, give performances that would have stolen the movie if the main actors were anyone other than these two. As often in such mob movies, there is stirring code of loyalty here. These men would and do die for each other.

This is, finally, a love story. Primarily, between the co-protagonists who are inexorably drawn to engage each other in mortal combat. Secondly, among the friends in crime whose loyalty to each other is eventually stronger than their longing for the love of a woman and family. And finally, the futile and tragic craving of man and woman for each other in a world afire with masculine agon.

Another Aside:  The Catholic priesthood is inversely mirrored in the quasi-celibacy of the detective and criminals. Their wholehearted devotion to crime-fighting or crime mirrors the priests devotion to the work of Christ. The fraternity which they share with each other, but not with a woman, is likewise a mirror of priestly brotherhood. The difference: the celibate, masculine priesthood is a participation in the masculinity of Christ, which is heroic even as it is spousal in its love for the bridal Church. At its best, Catholic priesthood is both uber-masculine and fully/fruitfully spousal and paternal

Final Aside: The reflection here may shed some light on the strange, troubling, entirely camouflaged loneliness of President Donald Trump. He is deeply alone and isolated. He has no close friends. His relationship with Melania seems to be cold and distant. On the other hand, he has a bizarre infatuation with Putin. He is remembered by high school classmates as the guy who always had a "trophy girlfriend." This "trophy" phenomenon suggests a desperate attempt to secure male approval (affection) along with an indifference or even aversion to the woman herself. This sheds light on their marriage. But also on his emotive idealization of the vile Putin. Masculine in his physicality, Trump seems to harbor homosexual cravings, not corporal, but emotional.

Gratitude...for Mentors

I surge with gratitude and awe...as I consider my theological mentors.

Joseph Whelan S.J., mystic theologian who taught me theology of prayer and the Catholic mystics.

Avery Cardinal Dulles S.J., quintessential Catholic theologian as Catholic, comprehensive, deep, loyal, filial, humble, prayerful, judicious, brilliant. Taught me fundamental theology.

St. John Paul II, my hero. THE HERO of our time.

Pope Benedict: incomparable theologian and catechist. Humble, holy, brilliant.

David L. Schindler and his colleagues who gave us "Balthasar for Americans."

Ralph Martin and others in the Catholic Charismatic Renewal.

Also: Ivan Illich, Etienne Gilson, Jacques Maritain, Graham Green, Dorothy Day, Bill W., and Kiko Arguello. 


As the firstborn son of nine, I never had an older brother or sister. But the Lord provided a hundredfold:

Pat Williams, John Rapinich, John Wrynn S.J., Neil Dougherty S.J., Fr. Paul Viale, Brother Ray Murphy, Merryl Jacobson, Fr. Tim Tighe. 

Betty Hopf, Sister Joan Noreen, Sister Virginia Keane, Sister Patricia Brennan, Sister Maria Martha Joyce.

(If you are counting, that is four Jesuits and three Charities of Convent Station.)

I stand on the shoulders of giants!

Glory to God in all his holy and wise ones!