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Biology vs. Culture DEATHMATCH! (Part 1)

31 Mar

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Amit Varma over at India Uncut blogged his disapproval of the women’s reservation bill in India recently citing biological differences between men and women as the reason why there are “naturally” few women in politics all over the world and concluding that therefore reservation of political seats for women will do nothing more than put unqualified people into leadership positions while subverting the democratic process.

This of course raised my hackles immediately.

See, this is why evolutionary psychology is such a pile of crap: it’s used by every Tom, Dick and Harry (seldom Jane, Juanita or Jaswanti) to justify doing nothing to correct the vast and virulently harmful systems of oppression the world over. It’s BIOLOGY, is the war cry. Unfixable by definition. Why try?

I called Amit on his bullshit. I asked him to please point me to this new groundbreaking research he apparently has access to which has proved the existence of the “POLITICS YAY” gene in men and “POLITICS NAY” gene in women. In a shameless but unsurprising shyster move, Amit pointed to the weasel words he had used to cover his ass – “I’m sure there is some discrimination, but it is not the sole factor…” – and claimed that he only meant biology was part of the equation, though it was by far the bigger part, the deciding factor.

I’m dying to talk about this biology crap. I’ve even written what can only be called a treatise on evolutionary psychology, which only needs some awesome linkage dug up and tacked on to be posted up here in all its kickass glory: it will be done by the weekend. But for now here’s another treatise I wrote that’s more on point to rebut, dismantle and shatter the myth that cultural discrimination plays little or no role in oppressing women/minorities.

Unlike Amit who has yet to show any evidence whatsoever for his OMG BIOLOGY position, I actually have support for my case – that the overwhelmingly larger role in keeping Indian women out of politics is played by culture. It’s ridiculously easy to find.

How about some evidence that Indian people truly are not open to the idea of female leaders? Here’s an MIT study conducted in West Bengal’s villages which shows exactly that.

Villagers [in the study] are not shy about admitting explicit preferences for males. [W]e see that men rank male villagers [69%] higher than female villagers. Women exhibit a much smaller, but significant, bias in favor of male villagers ([39%]). For both genders, this bias is magnified in the case of leaders. Male villagers rate male leaders [144%] higher than female leaders. For female villagers the difference, while smaller ([56%]),remains significant.

The same study shows that villagers were 150% less likely to agree with statements biased against female leaders when the village was forced to have female leaders for two consecutive terms because of quotas and reservations. They were also 300% less likely to agree with statements biased against women in general.

Here’s a Stanford University study of constituencies Greater Bombay whose top political seats were reserved for women; the study shows that after the reservation system ended, constituencies which had previously been governed by women were 500% more likely to freely elect women again than constituencies which had never been exposed to female leadership.

This is hard data that directly supports the cultural-bias hypothesis and flies in the face of the biology hypothesis.

But this isn’t surprising data, it isn’t something that contradicts our experience. It’s just that the OMG BIOLOGY crowd loves to assume away ground realities that mar their idealised depictions of how fair and good and just we are as a society. The first thing any of those people will tell you is “equal rights are already enshrined in law, discrimination is no longer a big deal.” But honestly, don’t we all know how far we have yet to go to achieve truly equal rights and equal opportunities and the end of gender/race/sexuality/disability-based discrimination? Don’t we all see the ground realities all around us every single day?

For instance, let’s consider the actual realities of life for Indian women. Let’s even tilt the playing field in favour of the biology hypothesis by talking only about young women, urban women, educated women, women from middle-class-or-richer backgrounds and “liberal” families. Here’s the story of these women’s lives:

She is born. If she is the firstborn or the second/third/nth girl of the family, neighbours and friends show up to commiserate with the mother. (Rural mothers from exceedingly oppressive backgrounds may well be forced to kill the child at this point, end of story. Good thing we’re only talking about urbanites, a demograohic less likely to commit female infanticide.)

She grows into a child. Her brothers play cricket outside while she helps her mother cook and clean to prepare for her future. Because after all, “Indira Gandhi may be Prime Minister, but when she comes home in the evening she is still a woman” who needs to fulfil her domestic duties. (Poor female children very frequently become maids in other people’s houses. Good thing we’re only thinking about middle-class-or-richer girls.)

She goes to school. It is a golden part of her life, where she is held to the same standard as boys are, expected to do the same things as boys are, and for once is treated as if she is a person who matters, not “just a no-account woman”. (Women who are in their 50s or 60s today did not enjoy this luxury. Good thing we’re only considering 20-or-30-somethings.)

She steps out of school. She walks home as quickly as possible to avoid being sexually harassed by strangers who lie in wait on the streets. Her parents expect her to come straight home for her own safety. Her brothers play cricket, build radios, hang out at street corners, hoot at girls, smoke, meet people, go for joyrides, hang out with their friends while she stays in helping mother with the cooking.

She gets her first period. Her parents promptly pull her out of all physical-fitness-type activities, forbid her from playing lagori or any other game with too much running involved, throw out her entire wardrobe and buy her a bunch of “modest” “womanly” traditional clothes instead. From this moment on her interactions with any male person, be it relative or classmate or friend or neighbour, is supervised, scrutinised for transgressions, and discouraged altogether. Her brothers reach puberty, and their mother only mutters under her breath that she cannot handle these young men any more. Their behaviour or movements are not curtailed in any way.

She grows into a young woman. In addition to her tertiary education, she regularly manages at least half of all domestic work and often does much more. Her mother is beginning to take life easy and “enjoy the help while she can”. Even though she is 20 years old she has a strict 7 PM curfew. Her brothers do not, and often party late or even stay out all night. Her parents tell her what a good girl she is, and how out-of-hand her brothers have gotten. But somehow, it is her brothers’ favourite dishes which are always being cooked for dinner, it is for her brothers’ business that the family savings are spent, and it is increasingly her brothers who seem to have taken over from their dad as the family decision makers.

She finishes college. Within one month of her final year exams, regardless of her wishes, she is engaged to be married to a suitable boy of her parents’ choice. She is forced to change her name, wear a mangalsultra, dress much more traditionally than when she was unmarried, and cease all contact with remaining male friends. Within one month of receiving her graduation certificate, she is married to him. Within one year of her wedding she gives birth to her first child, and even if she wasn’t before she is now a full time housewife and mother. Her brothers, meanwhile, are unencumbered by family pressures in any way and are busy building their careers and enjoying a lot of free time. If they do get married, they keep their own names, don’t dress any differently after marriage, do not move into their wife’s parents’ homes, and do not wear any outward symbol of couplehood (rings don’t count in India, since they don’t particularly symbolise anything, and unmarried people wear rings all the time).

She accepts her domestic-and-maternal role. She works just as hard as her husband but recieves no wages for her labour, and thus remains financially dependent on him. If she is very, very lucky, her husband gives her a little pocket-money to spend as she pleases, as if she has no real claim over “his” earnings. If she is moderately lucky, she is denied nothing but must specifically ask for money and permission from her in-laws or husband to buy every little thing she needs, be it sanitary pads or a movie ticket. If she is unlucky, she gets nothing other than the most basic sustenance and clothing as decided by her in-laws or husband. Her brothers, though, are given every form of assistance and opportunity to stand on their own two feet: they are automatically favoured by every employer, client and investor on the basis of their gender, their parents are willing to invest their life savings in their businesses, they are not expected to work without pay, they are not expected to even care for their own children… all that matters is that they earn a good income and thus retain their dignity by not having to depend on others for their needs and wants. Her dignity isn’t important, his is.

She raises children to school age. If she is lucky, she is allowed to get a job at this point, but she still has to work a second shift of domestic duties when she comes home and a third shift of childcare as she is expected to feed the kids, check their homework, and put them to bed. By necessity her job must not require late hours – which curtails her opportunities for advancement and higher pay. She cannot even consider taking a job that requires travel or worse, frequent transfers, because which husband would be willing to quit his job and move just because his wife got a job in a different city? Her brothers, meanwhile, have jobs that require travel 20 days a month. They switch jobs every few years and grab opportunities to move to new cities or even overseas, and their wives willingly move with them at the expense of their own careers. What kind of wife doesn’t move with her husband?

She wants to enter politics. Her husband laughs at her. She says she wants to make women’s lives better. Nobody understands what she means. “Everything is provided for you,” people tell her. “Your life is easy. You have a good husband and good children. He is not drinking or beating you. You live in this big house because of the money HE earns. He allows you to work and be independent. What are you complaining about?” Her in-laws flat-out forbid it. Emergency phone calls are made to her parents, and her parents talk to her as if she is a child and tell her she is being foolish. What sort of work is politics for a woman? No, no, that cannot be allowed. Better stick to her secretary job. Her brothers on the other hand deal with politicians and politics every day in the course of business. If they want to go into politics, the parents grumble but what can they do? By now they are retired and dependent on their son. And after all a man must do what he must do to earn a living… and after all, politics needs bright young people like their son.

She begins canvassing for her candidacy at the grassroots level, begins to build her network of supporters, begins to work hard and long to pursue her dream in spite of family opposition. This is when her inlaws and her husband throw her out of her home. How can a man tolerate a wife who neglects her chores, her inlaws and her kids, and is not at home to cook and serve his dinner on time? Even one as virtuous and tolerant as Lord Rama abandoned his chaste wife because she was kidnapped by a man and forced to spend weeks in the same palace as him. She intentionally goes out and has meetings with and works with so many strange men, staying out late with them, having lunch and dinner and tea with them! No man can tolerate this from his wife. Her brothers, ha, her brothers don’t even need to do any grassrots activism because they have a readymade network of boyhood friends and business contacts already among the rich and powerful. But even if they do go door to door at some point, they are never questioned – it’s part of their work! Why would parents and wives try to stop them from doing it?

She gets divorced. She loses her home. She is awarded no alimony even though her husband and inlaws forced her to give up her career long ago. She has no claim on any of her “husband’s money”, or even her own dowry, perhaps not even her personal jewellery which were handed over to her husband’s family the moment she became part of their family. She loses custody of her kids even though she has always been their primary caregiver, because the judge thinks they will be better off with the rich father than the poor hussy of a mother. She is ordered by a judge to change her name back to her maiden name, because her husband doesn’t want people to think they are still married. He owns the name, he gets to force it on her and strip her of it. Her parents will not admit her back into their homes because she is a disgrace to the family. She has nothing and no one. Her brothers may get divorced, but they will not lose their home or property or name or family as a result of it.

She goes on the campaign trail, against all odds. Her support for anti-gender-discrimination laws, women’s emancipation, maternity leave guarantees in private companies, and other women’s issues earns the ridicule of the male dominated progressive media. She is branded a narrow, irrelevant “special interests” politician, someone who wants “special rights” for women, in spite of the fact that she is representing the long-ignored interests of fully 50% of the population, and asking for human rights to be extended to them rather than special rights to be created for them. In the male dominated conservative media she is branded a hussy, a slut, an affront to womanhood, a woman of loose morals, an immodest woman, an uppity woman, too emotional, too frigid, not a woman at all, a ball-breaker, an unattractive she-male whore, a bitch, a dyke, a disgrace to the rich cultural heritage of India… etc etc. Notice that on both sides of the fence she is primarily attacked FOR BEING A WOMAN, and not at all on her actual policies or credentials or promises. When her brothers enter politics, they are critiqued on the content of their campaigns and character rather than the contents of their pants.

She is given her polling results. Most people who don’t want to vote for her say, “I don’t care if she is a woman or a man, but I just somehow find her unlikeable”. Or else they say, “I don’t care if she is a woman or a man, but I don’t agree with her policies”. Some people admit they are not sure if a woman can be as good a leader as a man: isn’t it a biological fact that women just don’t have the GOOD LEADER gene? Her brothers poll better with the public. Nobody in their polls ever utters the words “I don’t care if he is a man or a woman”.

She wants to raise more funds for her campaign. Backers, financers and donors are hard to come by, because few people believe in her chances of winning this. Her brothers throw gala fundraising dinners, and all their inside connections in business and politics fork out lakhs of rupees at a time. They stand a good chance of winning, so it’s good to start the process of trading favours already.

She realises that what she needs is an entourage of men. Having men surround her on the stage when she makes speeches, or when she does a photo op, or when she meets with the rich and powerful seems to get her better results than if she is alone or surrounded by a group of women. People take her more seriously when they see that MEN are on her side, not just no-account women. Her brothers do not need to surround themselves with women to be taken seriously. They do not face any negative consequences from having an all-male team as staff. In fact, having women on their team is dangerous. It could make them look as if they are womanisers, because everyone knows that the only reason why women would be there is for sex.

She goes on TV to give interviews. She must be careful what she says, and she must also be careful what emotions she shows. She should smile, or people will say she is a ball breaking bitch. She should not smile too much, or else people will say she does not have the gravitas of a true politician. She should not show anger, or people will she is hysterical. She should not cry, or people will write her off as “just another emotional woman trying to gain sympathy”. She should dress modestly in a saree or salwaar kameez, never a pantsuit or any type of western dress. She should cover her head with her pallu or dupatta. She should expect to mainly be quizzed on her family life, her divorce, her children, and stuff like “Why are today’s women like this or that”. Her brothers go on TV to be interviewed. They can smile just as much as they always have all their lives – their habits of facial expression are considered normal and people don’t read too much into them. They can show anger, they will be thought strong and passionate for it. They can cry, they will be thought sensitive, sincere and “deep” for it. They can dress in western or in traditional clothes, and wear what they normally wear without being thought immodest. They will be quizzed on their policies, promises and the content of their campaign, and any questions about their families is nothing more than a side note. They will never be asked to speak for their gender.

She has lost the election. People will use her failure as a case in point for why women should not enter politics (look how she ruined her life!) or why women are just not biologically suited for it (that’s why women always lose elections!). Amit Varma will proclaim that women are not in politics because they don’t want to be there. Amit Varma proclaims that this woman must not have been qualified to run, so the will of the people is done. Her brothers also lose the election. People do not draw conclusions about the irresponsibility of men towards their families or the incapacity of the whole male gender from their failure. Her brothers’ teams start preparing for the next election season.

All Laughter, No Tears Over Pumped Milk

12 Mar

I’ve written about this before, but in case the message didn’t sink in then, let me repeat:

Breastfeeding, on balance, sucks donkey balls.

Yeah, yeah, it’s all about TEH GLORIOUS BREASTMILK so you do it because you have to, but think about this:

In the first few months, you have to breastfeed ten to twelve times a day, half an hour at a time. If your baby is anything like mine and refuses to latch, or anything like I apparently used to be and falls asleep after two sucks, it takes twice as long. What’s ten-to-twelve times thirty-to-sixty minutes, people? Anyone? Bueller?

Yeah.

Pumping cuts this time in HALF or even better, without sacrificing TEH GLORIOUS BREASTMILK. And it comes with the priceless benefit of dad being able to take over half the feedings.

Not sold?

How about the fact that your kid will never have the chance to grow so fond of your boob that she won’t sleep without it in her mouth (i.e. 8 PM bedtime for you). How about not having to pull your boob out in front of a hundred strangers if your kid wants to eat when you’re out. How about BEING ABLE to go out because you’re not too exhausted to take a shower and pull on your jeans. How about a kid who is – get a load of this – is equally attached to mommy and daddy, instead of clinging to mommy 24/7.

Still not sold?

What if I told you pumping doesn’t make your nipples crack and bleed. Pumping doesn’t give your kid a chance to BITE. Pumping doesn’t make you never want to think about sex ever again. (You may still not want to think about sex this month, but that comes with the territory for new moms, yes?)

Yeah. Pumping, if you can do it, is exactly that awesome.

But what about the closeness, the bonding, the rush of maternal love and oxytocin, you ask? Bonding is not about breastmilk, it’s about touching and closeness. Be naked if you like the skin-to-skin contact. The oxytocin will flow. And ask dad how he bonds – dads have always known.

And you know what, even if you’re one of Those Women who truly love to breastfeed (I hate you people; you have perfect hair and your kitchens are spotless) heed my advice: the only way you’ll get a break when you need one is to get your baby used to bottlefeeding once or twice a day. Pump a little, just in case.

Further reading: take a look at this article. It does make a couple of painfully fake attempts at “evenhandedness”, tries to rustle up a few dissenting opinions, but they’re laughable. For example -

(This after discussing a mom who gave up on breastfeeding because it hurt too much, and let me tell you it hurts like a BITCH for three weeks straight:)

But lactation experts say mothers should allow themselves more than two days to adjust to breast-feeding. Often it takes much longer to overcome initial anxiety, discomfort or even pain

Uh huh. Any thoughts on why you shouldn’t avoid the pain altogether if you can?

One large study, published in 2009 in the journal Obstetrics & Gynecology, found that women who never breast-fed were more likely than women who had to develop high blood pressure, diabetes, high cholesterol and heart disease years later, in menopause.

Now they’re just reaching, right? The first breastpumps came on the market in 1991, and their use is still not all that widespread. So basically this study doesn’t debunk the awesomeness of using pumps, it’s talking about women who didn’t have kids or chose formula.

Even more further reading: Pumping Moms FAQ.

Celebrate

8 Mar

Every day I run into sexism:

I log into Facebook and at the top of my feed is one of my friends wisecracking about Kathryn Bigelow’s awesome Oscar win, saying women go apeshit whenever any woman anywhere achieves something. No, dude, we only go apeshit when you finally recognise a woman’s achievement.

I Google “Women’s Day” and the first news result is a Reuters story about this supermodel saying Women’s Day is an absurd and insulting concept. Why is this the top headline?

I look lower down to the first search result proper; it is “Women’s Day Recipes”. Why is this the top result?

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Every day I run into reasons to remain a feminist:

My phone rings, and it’s my favourite cousin. It’s funny how she, the primary breadwinner of her family who is also going to school part time, is so often badgered by her own very progressive parents to do more of the cooking even though her husband stays home with their son.

I log into my email, and there’s my friend bemoaning the fact that she had to get a manicure and buy eyeliner for the first time in her life because she daren’t look like something the cat brought in at this conference she’s attending.

I check my actual mailbox, and my son’s got something from his grandma. Reading the envelope, there is a pang that I experience for probably the hundredth time in my son’s short life because his name, while loudly proclaiming his father’s identity, gives no hint of who his mother is.

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A disgustingly large proportion of mainstream culture hates women, not just in the soft “doesn’t like the idea of women getting uppity” sense but outright “ewwww, women” sense:

Rush Limbaugh last month on TV: “Oh I’m a huge supporter of women … I love the women’s movement — especially when walking behind it.”

Newly elected Massachusetts senator Scott Brown in his January victory speech on national television joking about his two daughters, “Yes, they’re both available.”

Glenn Beck, reacting to Brown’s little joke: “Women are psychos. You don’t know the psychosis that is chickdom.”

Oh, no, not just the rightwing nutjobs.

Christopher Hitchens, the man with millions of devotees in the New Atheist movement: “Women Aren’t Funny” (because of evolution, obviously), calls Clinton “soppy” and “bitchy”, calls Wanda Sykes “that black dyke”… but nobody in the oh-so-rational ever-so-progressive so-very-enlightened movement seems to care.

Bill Maher, left-wing political commentator: jesus where do I begin listing the shit this guy spews? Women who are annoying deserve to be actually, literally choked. On Clinton: “Because the first thing a woman does, of course, is cry.” On women who are so ill-bred as to breastfeed in public: “Breastfeeding activists … say this is a human right and appropriate everywhere, because it’s natural. Well, so is masturbating, but I generally don’t do that at Applebee’s.” (And so much more FAIL here if you care to read.)

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Also:

All the little indignities endured by people women know and love. When the political becomes personal, as it so often does, there’s no blog to run to and no slogans to hide behind.

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And now we can stop pretending we only need to talk about the most rich, modernised and white nations on earth because that’s where the women who matter live.

I am Indian, and you, my readers, are mostly Indian. You know to just what extent women are second class citizens – if they are acknowleged as human entities at all – in India and most of the world. This is not news to you.

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Let me tell you why Women’s Day is important:

It’s because women’s causes are far, far from won. We need the reminder.

It’s because women have begun to break down the walls erected around them. We need the jolt. We celebrate not because “some woman somewhere has managed to achieve something” – that is a ridiculous pronouncement considering how much women achieve every single day – but because this is yet another achievement against the odds of a patriarchal culture that even the bottom-feeding scum cannot ignore. She beat them at their own game, and how! IN YOUR FACE, Hollywood!

It’s because if “every day is women’s day”, then no day is.

Just A Little Bit More

8 Feb

I quit reddit a few weeks ago. I was going to write a post telling you why but that reminded me of a post I’ve been wanting to write for months now about one poisonous opinion held widely by reddit and the world at large: that for one reason or another, women cannot be trusted with control over their own bodies and other people (or sometimes “potential people”) have a superceding right to use them.

This sort of thinking really shouldn’t exist in supposedly educated, liberal, progressive circles. But it does, so to refute it let me tell you about three hypothetical people: Malini, Melanie and Mei Lin.

Malini donates money regularly to charity. One of her beneficiaries is a sick man who after years of treatment at Malini’s expense has just one more surgery to go before he’s cured. But Malini has had a change of heart: she no longer wants to give away her money. The sick man faces death from incomplete treatment. So he forces Malini to pay for his last treatment. Is this robbery?

Melanie is having sex with her boyfriend. Things are getting hot and heavy, and both are having a good time until suddenly Melanie …. isn’t. Maybe the boyfriend said “who’s your daddy” which grossed her out. Maybe she just stubbed her toe – the one with the ingrown nail – on the footboard and the pain is overwhelming the horny. Maybe the angle of the light made her think of her dead grandmother which makes her terribly depressed. So Melanie tells her boyfriend to stop. But he’s so close he “just can’t stop”, so close, just one minute more… he keeps going till he’s finished. Is this rape?

Mei Lin is pregnant. She thought she wanted to have a baby but then something changed: maybe she lost her job or her husband turned out to be baby enough to last her a while or she just really really HATES being pregnant. So she wants an abortion… but the government tells her that the fetus only needs to use her uterus for a just few more months, and forces Mei Lin to keep carrying it in her body, forces her to keep nourishing it, forces her to endure the permanement health/career/financial/mental/life consequences of continuing the pregnancy, and forces her to give birth to the baby. Is this a violation of Mei Lin’s body?

The answer to all three questions should be an uncomplicated ‘yes’.

But on reddit and elsewhere I’ve heard so many excuses and so many rationalisations of ‘no’ to the last two: because consent once given cannot be withdrawn (why?), because melanie’s boyfriend really physically cannot stop (why?!), because Melanie is a bitch (so?), because Mei Lin chose to get pregnant and must face the consequences (why?), because the fetus is innocent and does not deserve death (why does it deserve life at the expense of another person’s organs?)… and on and on.

But it’s really simple, isn’t it? It’s only about acknowledging women are capable of being the owners of themselves.

In memory of Dr. George Tiller, who often wore a button that simply said: Trust Women.

An Open Letter to VGR

21 Jan

Dear VGR:

You’re a blogging celebrity. And you seemed like a nice guy when I met you about 18 months ago. So I thought I’d do you a favour and tell you that which others don’t seem to have told you: you are talking out of your arse.

A few days ago some guy called Clay Shirky wrote A Rant About Women. You linked to it on Facebook yesterday. I gave it my thumbs up. Clay Shirky’s advice to women – that we’d get further in our careers if we were “self-aggrandizing jerks”, like men – is sound. Almost like a hippie suggesting that the way to end wars is for the nations of the world to disarm, his advice is overly simplistic in its prescriptiveness, only shallowly thought out and rather condescending, but it was at its core sound. Women shouldn’t be so hesitant at promoting themselves.

Mostly, though, I was pleased to see that a “rant about women” did not resort to essentialism, that cesspit of pseudoscience where live such gems of theories as women prefer pink because cavewomen had to pick red berries and not at all because the late-20th-century western women who participated in the study had been pink-coded from day 1 of their lives, no sir.

These days biological determinism has become my own private Bechdel Test, a very, very low bar by which to judge if the article falls above or below my tolerance level for sexist attitudes. I was glad this article at least steered clear of this worst of sins in the politics of gender.

But then you came along, saying

[men being more aggressive about self-promotion than women] is rooted in genetics and it won’t be easy to modify with cultural interventions.

Um.

Won’t be easy to modify, not eliminate?

You say cultural interventions as if it would be something radically new, as if our culture stays demurely out of questions of appropriate gendered behaviour.

Boys are raised so differently from girls. Girls are supposed to smile, be friendly, be attentive, be nice, obey their teachers, set an example for those rowdy boys who always get a free pass for their rule breaking in a way girls never do, because “boys will be boys”. Boys are raised to be assertive risk takers and boundary testers, girls are raised to be obedient to the rule book under threat of Consequences From The World At Large Which Are Depressingly Real. Sure, some of it can be chalked down to innate tendencies, but our culture plays a humungous role in reinforcing, policing and very often wholly inventing the strict rules of gender expression.

Harriet Jacobs at Fugitivus puts it very well. She’s speaking in the context of rape, but her points translate perfectly here:

If we teach women that there are only certain ways they may acceptably behave, we should not be surprised when they behave in those ways.

… People wonder why women “don’t fight” but they don’t wonder about it when women back down in arguments, are interrupted, purposefully lower and modulate their voices to express less negative emotion … They don’t wonder about all those daily social interactions in which women are quieter, ignored, or invisible.

You, of course, do wonder but conclude it must be all biology (cultural intervention can’t even modify women’s behaviour). Yeah.

Like the culture that allowed my father to yell at me for “putting myself on display” by being in a college play, while himself acting on stage multiple times, had nothing to do with it. (He apologised later and more than made up for it, but the fact that it came up at all should make one think.)

If you work in an office setting, perhaps you are familiar with the concept of women teaming up with male colleagues who function as their “repeater”. The repeater’s job is analogous to the white dude who thumbs down a cab for a black dude in NYC. The necessity for a repeater is a natural consequence of women being forced by our culture to cover themselves up, speak softer or not at all, disagree little, smile a lot and “just get along”, so that the end result is a sort of invisibility akin to wearing a burqa.

Women who refuse to conform to the expected “womanliness” – who take risks at this most basic level, with their personal life – are punished, not rewarded.

When women get angry they are seen as “overly emotional” and less competent, as opposed to men whose stock is bolstered by nonviolent displays of anger. When it comes to being an aggressive vs conciliatory negotiator, women are damned-if-they-do-and-damned-if-they-don’t, but men are rewarded no matter what their negotiating style. Did you notice the torrents of gendered insults unleashed on Clinton for being so unwomanly as to want to run for president?

Maybe that has something to do with why few women attempt to step out of the lines?

You are from India. Do you think women in our country of birth have even a tenth of the freedom of expression that their male counterparts enjoy? Your ethnicity should make you see the cultural factors at work in silencing women even more easily.

Your comment gets worse.

Biologically/genetically, I am told, men are basically mutant women, so it makes some vague sort of sense that men can be feminized more easily than women can be masculinized.

No, it doesn’t make any sense. How is it easier for a mutant to un-mutantise than for a non-mutant to develop a mutation? If anything you have things exactly backwards.

And then, even though you say this makes only a “vague sort of” sense, you seem to be very confident indeed when you draw your most preposterous conclusion directly from it:

women are less able to adopt a certain behavior pattern in environments that reward it.

Wow.

Less able… than men. Because men would, hypothetically, survive easily in a hypothetical business environment built around female culture (gossip,passive aggression and backstabbing: you helpfully paint us a misogynistic picture). Women who are struggling in the patriarchal culture of today are in fact (not just hypothetically) doing worse than men hypothetically would if the situation was reversed because men are just that awesome and cool, what with being kickass mutants and all.

You know, Larry Summers said very little that was objectionable. But the reason why his work turned into a trainwreck is because of people thinking the way you do here.

You take tentative indications from dubious studies of small nonrepresentative segments of the world population, and tease out long chains of pseudoscientific “logic” from it on the basis of nothing but “my gut instinct says..” and “it makes a vague sort of sense…”, and then state your conclusions in stone. These conclusions always seem to be: Men are just better than women, more reasonable and less emotional and more adaptable and smarter in the fields that matter and stronger and faster and more decisive and less likely to take long vacations … oops, go on maternity leave …

Then you use your manly celebrity blogger PhD voice to boom your conclusions out to the world, and soon advising women to just give up already and get back in the kitchen is only the natural and reasonable next step.

Yeah, I know. That’s not what you intended to suggest. But take a good hard look at your comment, and your own unexamined beliefs about gender. Because that’s what you did suggest. With your power and privilege comes responsibility. I think you need to educate yourself on gender issues – not just read one book and proclaim yourself knowledgeable – before making statements like these.

Sincerely,

Nandini


*dream sequence*

APPLAUSE!! RETRACTIONS!! APOLOGIES!! AWARDS FOR INCISIVE ARGUMENTATION!!
All showered at the feet of my blog.

The Niche dusts herself off haughtily. She did not create this post after five months of utter silence for heaps of congratulations.

The resurrection is its own reward.

*end dream sequence*


My Road To Feminism, Part One: What I Never Understood About Those Shrill Shrews

15 Jun

It has only been a few years, too few, since I began to call myself a feminist. My mother had trained me up to be one since I was a kid, but during my teens – those years when a person’s astounding ignorance coincides with absolute conviction – I laboured under the misapprehension that feminists are extremist dykes who have lost touch with reality.

In my defence, I was reading people like Andrea Dworkin, who famously demanded from men twenty-four hours in which there was no rape. Wait, what? Feminism as a movement has a peculiar (so I thought at the time) obsession with rape. I read so very many angry rants, and to my mind the question was: we don’t go around ranting that way about murder, do we? What is UP with these people?

But I get it. I finally do. And it was a guy’s oh-so-typical response to this post that did it. (You might want to browse through that incredible comment thread, by the way, if you have a few weeks to spare. 2915 and counting!)

What this man said was – I’m paraphrasing to condense -

We all know rapists are bad but rapists exist, that’s life, so women should avoid putting themselves in situations where bad things could happen to them – if I’m showing off my gold Rolex in a bad part of town, I shouldn’t be surprised if it gets stolen from me.

It sounds so simple, so logical, so harmless and almost truistic. But it made me realise just how many times I’d heard this bullshit. Heard it not only from internet trolls but from my nearest and dearest, from teachers and parents and people who taught me how to think and behave. Heard it from myself, in my weaker moments, when I blamed myself for being attacked.

The more I thought about it, it made my blood boil.

BOIL.

The commenter equates the unchangeable state of being female to a vulgar display of goods that people will naturally want to steal. There is something fundamentally wrong with the world when a man looking at a woman can only think SEX, the way people looking at a gold watch can only think MONEY. You’ve heard the phrase “objectification of women”. This is what it means. Objectification is wrong. Women are people; there is more to us than being the focus of (straight) men’s sexual desires.

The commenter wants women to avoid “bad situations” in which they may get assaulted. So women should not drink in men’s presence whether at home or in a pub, or go out alone, or travel alone, or share a meal with men, or accept drinks from men, or wear clothes that could possibly be construed as an invitation to rape, or kiss men, etc. If they do, they “shouldn’t be surprised” when they are raped.

And when women do restrict their lives to the maximum possible extent, when they draw the boundaries around themselves so tight they must crouch in their burqas at the far corners of their husband’s homes away from dangerous windows, and their husbands come home and rape them anyway, then what? “It’s their culture,” is the response, as if women had an equal hand in creating this culture. Or else, worse, “Why did she marry this man?”

It’s worth remembering it’s not just rape victims who are blamed for being attacked – any woman who has been sexually harassed or molested hears this too. We’re only ever told to get over it, stop wearing that tight sweater and get on with life.

So this is the story of how I learned to understand where feminism’s rape rage was coming from. The moral of the story is not to dismiss something just because I don’t understand it.

The corollary to the moral is that I was no less a feminist even when I rejected the rape rage. Feminism’s heart is bigger and more inclusive than you think.

That’s a story for another day.

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