By Nisha Susan
Originally published on 21 October 2015.
Under rather unexpected circumstances I found myself being congratulated this month by a Jesuit priest in training for not being too much of a feminist. (Not that there are ever any right circumstances to be congratulated by a Jesuit for flying the feminist flag in a limp manner.) I had just been in a public discussion with a filmmaker about a film she had made five years ago and how hers and my understanding of how class plays out (in the city-is-not-safe-for-women discussion) had changed as we grew older. It was a short conversation of a ritual nature, full of gestures at conversations and hopes for conversations, as panel discussions are. In a way the filmmaker and I were both doing public penance for the women we were and how little we once knew.
Perhaps it was the penance the young Jesuit was responding to. In any case his expectations were clearly so low that he thought it was commendable that I didn’t hate working-class men or men in general. He was visibly working hard to articulate what he was thinking with exactness, without malice. Words mattered to him. And because they mattered to him I didn’t say “my mother is calling” and run away as I normally would have. I found it easy to tell this complete stranger the truth – that he had got it backwards. I had disliked men until feminism hit me.
I have a good memory for what I was reading when the transition happened, what I was writing just before the transition happened. What I was writing: what is the point (with the same bitterness that Anthony Lane asked about Demi Moore) of a Man? What I got out of reading Simone De Beauvoir, Germaine Greer, Jeanette Winterson and Margaret Atwood and Marilyn French and bell hooks and Suniti Namjoshi and the millions of women in Tharu and Lalita: you and the Men of the world are in a Mexican standoff. They need to get out of the way for you to get some of the things you want.
It was at last an answer to the question that I had asked loudly when I was 7, embarrassing one troop of visiting relatives: Are human beings like lions? The lionesses do all the work but the lions eat first, eat most of the food and go to sleep. This confirmation that there was something wrong with the way with the world was ordered calmed me down. It took a couple of years for the undefined, inchoate rage to depart. But it did. It gave me this relationship to the men of all the world – roughly like lawyers who hang out with each other after hours or tennis players in an incestuous, perpetual tournament world.
Here’s why it calmed me down. When you know when there is a fight coming you can prepare for it. When you know millions of women around the world have been in this very same fight, you can train. When you learn that there are even names for each of the crappy situations you have been in, you are elevated in your own mind from miserable victim to scrappy member of a worldwide cadre. You can even prepare yourself to lose.
Feminism let me breathe again. It stopped me from removing all the enamel from my teeth via gnashing. It trained me for years before the moment in my first job when my boss thought waving a wooden dildo in my face was funny, or for my first day in my third job when my male colleague (in a four-person office) asked me to pour out the tea. Neither my boss nor my male colleague was evil and I didn’t hate them. But how satisfying it was to say no with varying degrees of bite (“Take the dildo away and get out.” “Tea-pouring is not in my contract.”) and go back to typing. So much more satisfying than to do things you don’t want to do and worry/fume afterwards. Of course, you are not prepared for all battles and sometimes you bleed afterwards and sometimes they are evil.
It trained me for years to not be surprised by male ‘allies’ who sometimes come to feminist meetings and play with their phone (not even hidden under the table to enable crotch-smiling). To not be shocked that after you get married your male colleagues can suddenly say hee-hee you are going home early (when you were going at the same time you have always been). Or that your boyfriend thinks it’s okay for you to wake up at 6am to cook for his visiting granny while he sleeps.
It prepared me to ask everyday what is it that I really, really want.
Okay, I lied. Sometimes even after years of inner peace, inner peace, dammit inner peace, you will still be a little surprised. And it’s insanely hard to figure out what you really, really want.
Sometimes the world order is hard to figure out. Can you actually let Boyfriend’s Granny cook for herself while you too choose to sleep? What are the factors you will let play here? Solidarity with a woman who has done unpaid carework for 50 years, her age, her health, her good opinion of you, your boyfriend’s good opinion of you, your good opinion of you. Sometimes the need for sleep will win over guilt caused by elder abuse and terrible hospitality. Sometimes you will wake up long enough to kick your boyfriend out to the kitchen and resume a supine position. Sometimes you may wake up and slowly giggle through his granny’s impatience at your inefficiency.
But after Granny-In-Law’s gone back home or after you throw out the Idiot Ally and his phone, after you continue to sail out of the office past colleagues ‘working late’, the beauty of being prepared for war is that you don’t have to think about who dislikes you now. Because you can tell yourself: It’s not personal. It’s just realigning the world order. It’s your job.
October 21, 2015 at 10:05 am
“I found it easy to tell this complete stranger the truth – that he had got it backwards. I had disliked men *until* feminism hit me.”
October 21, 2015 at 10:06 am
“When you know when there is a fight coming you can prepare for it.” http://bit.ly/1W4WsvP
October 21, 2015 at 10:13 am
theladiesfinger Hah, that poster is gold!
October 21, 2015 at 10:13 am
CRPD_India truly!
October 21, 2015 at 10:35 am
theladiesfinger “it’s not personal; it’s your job” <3
October 21, 2015 at 10:35 am
SinfullyAlive theladiesfinger you are welgum.
October 21, 2015 at 10:41 am
theladiesfinger SallyRMelb she looks like she’s about to pop a squat and do a shit
October 21, 2015 at 10:43 am
PillboBaggins2 SallyRMelb hahaha
October 21, 2015 at 11:42 am
‘Because you can tell yourself: It’s not personal. It’s just realigning the world order. It’s your job.’ Brilliant!
http://theladiesfinger.com/feminism-is-why-i-dont-hate-men/
October 21, 2015 at 11:55 am
aparna_jain Women too. Lots of female handles – desi too – who are thumping their chests proclaiming that they aren’t feminists.
October 21, 2015 at 11:55 am
SupriyaUnniNair yeah yeah, they just don’t know the meaning. kiranmanral is going to take a stab at addressing this
October 21, 2015 at 11:57 am
AnubhaUsha Thank you, Anubha.
October 21, 2015 at 1:14 pm
kiranmanral that’s great! Look forward to reading it.
aparna_jain
October 21, 2015 at 1:26 pm
SupriyaUnniNair aparna_jain at the litfestx on Nov 1.
October 21, 2015 at 1:36 pm
theladiesfinger chasingiamb such a well written article.
October 21, 2015 at 2:49 pm
Loved this. #worldOrderChangers
October 22, 2015 at 4:15 am
theladiesfinger chasingiamb v good piece
October 22, 2015 at 4:53 am
sunetrac Thank you:)
October 22, 2015 at 4:56 am
OmairTAhmad ah well:)
October 22, 2015 at 5:07 am
OmairTAhmad chasingiamb reminded me of the time when I woke up at 4 am to cook a multicourse meal in the middle of a backbreaking biglaw +
October 22, 2015 at 5:09 am
OmairTAhmad chasingiamb only to be greeted by one comment: “The peas are sweet.” “Idiot allies” is a useful classification.
October 22, 2015 at 5:10 am
OmairTAhmad chasingiamb internship only to be greeted by one comment: “The peas are sweet.” “Idiot allies” is a useful classification.
October 22, 2015 at 5:18 am
eaudenonsense OmairTAhmad Hahaha
October 22, 2015 at 7:28 am
chasingiamb Should have been “though” not “thought”. :/
October 22, 2015 at 7:33 am
chasingiamb eaudenonsense Uff. In a world largely defined by male privilege, there isn’t really any “correct” thing for a man to say, no?
October 22, 2015 at 7:36 am
OmairTAhmad men have been known to say correct things too!
(In this case though it was a mummy ji, not the man who said it).
chasingiamb
October 22, 2015 at 7:40 am
eaudenonsense 🙂
No, meant that the power that men have in the world is the very power that disqualifies them as “allies”.
chasingiamb
October 22, 2015 at 7:45 am
OmairTAhmad I don’t believe so, although I realize some folks think that. chasingiamb
October 22, 2015 at 7:47 am
OmairTAhmad What I mean is that a non-trivial # of people can/do act as allies even as they stand in positions of privilege generally.
October 22, 2015 at 7:50 am
eaudenonsense I struggle with this, it isn’t clear to me how something described as a zero sum struggle for power can involve alliances.
October 22, 2015 at 7:51 am
eaudenonsense unless the terms of the relationship itself are reformatted at a very fundamental level – something I don’t see happening.
October 22, 2015 at 7:54 am
OmairTAhmad I see feminism as liberating for men too, freeing everybody from gendered norms, so it’s not a zero- sum game in my eyes.
October 22, 2015 at 8:04 am
eaudenonsense Is it? I see that as a concept too, but male privilege is predicated on defining it as a zero sum game, and the redifining of
October 22, 2015 at 8:05 am
eaudenonsense roles, by necessity, undercuts “male power” defined as such.
October 22, 2015 at 8:07 am
OmairTAhmad sure but the fact is a world defined by “male power” turns out to be inhospitable for most men IRL.
October 22, 2015 at 8:09 am
eaudenonsense Not disagreeing with that. Any world based primarily on control, is a bit hostile. (What does IRL mean, by the way?)
October 22, 2015 at 8:10 am
OmairTAhmad in real life 🙂
October 22, 2015 at 8:11 am
eaudenonsense ah, I try to avoid that. IRL. 🙂
May 24, 2017 at 3:54 pm
This is gold. Thank you!