Pretentiously Profound – Just Saying : #5

For what are ‘Pretentious Profundities’ and the list till now, look here.

Step 1 : Experiences and Power spark Observations.

Step 2 : Observations accumulate to form Theory.

Step 3 : Theory grows & expands, embraces & engulfs, to become Philosophy.

Step 4 : Philosophy lets go of ego, pulls in closer, listens,  and dissolves into Experience and Power.

Step 5 : Go to Step 1.

And thus goes everything..

Cyclically – around and back..

Theology, Science, Monarchy, Democracy, Patriarchy,  Order.. and what not?

So does Feminism – and why not?

Misogyny, What?

Edited to add : If you find parts, or all of this post impossible/difficult to understand, do let me know – with frank pointers to what, and why.

Everyday feminism (today) revolves around debunking misogynistic behavior, attitudes and subtext. Laws might be fighting patriarchy, but the feisty feminist on the street, in the office, at home, on the park bench, is definitely fighting misogyny – primarily.

And, Misogyny = “hatred or dislike of women or girls”?

Umm.. I have a problem right there.

Have you tried introducing anybody, especially a man, to feminism via misogyny?

The typical response would be “Oh nooo! I lovvvve women! [sheepish grin]”. And an honest response, that would be. Today, the average decent man does love and cherish the women in his life. So does the average decent woman. As does the average decent human being. And yet, the average decent human being has misogyny built-in.

Rather than ‘educating’ people and ‘opening’ their eyes to the cruel face and ways of misogyny, let us give some thought to this “misogyny”, shall we?

For me, “hatred towards women” isn’t elegant enough an explanation for all the sub-problems of the patriarchy-misogyny spider-web.

It doesn’t explain why ‘masculine’ women aren’t welcomed as ‘better than average woman’, why ‘feminine’ men are ridiculed despite being men –  why anybody outside the heteronormative* order and the gender binary* is either in the closet or an outcast.

Yes, yes.. feminist theory does explain all that in its own characteristic convoluted way. The misogynists don’t like ‘masculine’ women because they think they are imposters. They don’t like ‘feminine’ men because they let ‘real’ men down. And they hate every other gender/sexual ‘freak’ because? Err.. I don’t know! Definitely something  convoluted that comes back to hating women.

Big  words, thoroughly tangled up thought arcs – sound too complicated, right? Exactly my feelings!

Now consider this – same concept, minus specificity to women : “hatred of the feminine and hence, of  misplaced, missing, and flaunted femininity”.

With that..

Why is the feminine demure woman trod upon, as a tradition? Hatred of the feminine.

Why is alleging that a man plays “like a girl” is an insult? Hatred of misplaced femininity.

Why is the masculine woman either a witch or a bitch? Hatred of missing femininity.

Why  is the effeminate man weak and the one bringing down the standards of manhood? Misplaced femininity again.

Why is the sexy woman a slut? Hatred of flaunted femininity.

Why is the nerdy woman better than the dumb blonde when it comes to work? The ‘dumb blonde’s’ femininity.

Why is the nerdy women worse than the dumb blonde when it comes to attraction? The ‘nerdy’ woman’s missing femininity.

Men no cry? Crying is feminine.

Women no strong opinions? Opinions no feminine.

Tom-boys and Drag-queens? Ha ha.. confused freaks! What are they?

The femininity based definition explains why cisgender* trumps transgender and transgender isn’t “real”. Even homophobia to an extent – because feminine should attract masculine and vice versa, and any other combination of attraction messes up with the femininity of the female and the masculinity of the male.

In short, when behavior – gender and/or sexual – is ‘unnatural’, it isn’t clear whether the female is appropriately feminine and the male respectfully masculine. We don’t like confusion now, do we?

Funnily, it also explains why a good number of feminists are so uncomfortable with femininity and decry all feminine behavior and attire as anti-feminist-cause. Yes, they are misogynists themselves – according to my definition, at least! I can’t but wonder if all those feminists who embrace and advocate androgyny vehemently are really comfortable with the female body and sexuality! While androgyny can be a choice, it can not be the norm – that would simply be a new edition of misogyny.

Now, please do resist from pouncing on me that all of feminine behavior and attire is ‘learnt’, ‘to please’, ‘to attract – sexually’, ‘to objectify’ and ‘to subjugate’. I don’t buy the argument that feminine behavior is social and ‘learnt’ and ‘taught’.

a) It could not have been ‘discovered’ by some brilliant oppressor and thrust upon women – not without it having existed naturally in some measure in human behavior.

b) The argument definitely doesn’t explain the existence of people outside the gender binary – if femininity isn’t real, cross-dressers are perverts – which is just as discriminatory as “women are inherently weaker” and “black/dalit people are just not evolved enough to be thinkers”.

Do I mean to say that pink is ‘genetically’ feminine and blue ‘genetically’ masculine? Haha.. No – I know the difference between marketing strategy and innate behavior. Most of the behavior considered feminine today IS probably just social conditioning and somebody setting trends (history would tell you that men too wore high heels, and kings too wore jewellery).

Let us just say that feminine behavior is the stuff that is innately feminine along with the urge to adhere to the female gender-role stuff that comes from social conditioning.

As with any behavioral trait, femininity is merely a spectrum. And where one is placed or places oneself on that spectrum is nobody’s business. Yes, not even a ‘well-meaning’ feminist’s business!

Disassociating women from ‘misogyny’ automatically disassociates ‘femininity’ from women. Shifts focus to the concept from the (traditional) representative.

So, rather than focusing on women’s issues and the hatred for women, isn’t it time that feminism evolved and focused on femininity and everybody struggling against gender stereotypes and sexual norms?

Yes, yes.. I do realize that I sound too vague with that question – explanatory post coming up.

P.S. : This post is an idea – a spark for the brainstorming table. I’m sure this conjecture has flaws, even serious ones. Questions and debates are very much welcome. However, if I detect patronizing tones, be ready to be pounced upon viciously. I’m in the mood to bite and tear apart.

* I promise : With that, I am done indulging my urge to show off all the scary academic words that I have learnt from my nerdy reading of feminist theory. Well.. not entirely done.. just one more post for this? Please, please?

Edited to add : If you find parts, or all of this post impossible/difficult to understand, do let me know – with frank pointers to what, and why.

Learning? I Don’t Know!

How many times have you said, felt, or heard someone say..

“I just can’t study anymore.. Good riddance.. Life beckons now!”

“Errr.. Whatever that was, I did not understand. And don’t bother.. I don’t think I can understand all that.”

“I am too old to study anymore.”

“I am too old to learn how to use all those fancy gadgets.”

“I am just too old to learn all that new stuff.. Please let me be, would you?”

Fortunately, I don’t hear myself say it – within my mind or aloud – but that is just because I am this pompous, elitist, “I’m a researcher, baby. Learning stuff is what my brain is trained to do.. Give me more!” character freak. Being that also means that I don’t expect the same levels of over-enthusiastic manic zeal to learn from the average normal person. But, God knows, I have heard all that far too often than what I presume should have been my fair share.

And the scariest part? Most of it uttered  by people my age, give or take 5 years.

For most people with this mindset – which happens to be most people, – saying “I don’t know” comes easy when “shouldn’t come across as stupid” isn’t on their minds.

But, rather than being a stepping stone towards “Hey, I’d like to know – at least a bit!”, this “I don’t know” is a big boulder blocking their way & making them turn around  with a “I am pathologically incapable of moving any further.. Sorry!” etched bold & big across their foreheads.

I am not talking about learning rocket science, or even ‘complex’ Linux commands. A severely dumbed down explanation of a simple illness elicits a reaction as though it was straight from a latin medico text. Talk about how caste plays out in daily life & how it rears its ugly head in the power dynamics of caste hierarchy – people act as if they are blind, and just can not see what is happening around them. But of course, they’d cry themselves hoarse about how the caste-based reservation system is looting their “upper-caste” selves of their rights. Same with any other social issue – education, patriarchy, equality, pick what you may.  People learn the ins & outs of Facebook and all the apps to live life 24×7 on FB, but Facebook’s privacy settings fly straight over their heads. Pick just about anything – language, history, science, psychology, economics, civic responsibility. People balk at even trying to comprehend a minimum of two basic facts or concepts, put in the most “layman” of ways.

The basic problem seems to be : if learning something involves reading four lines of text, or listening to three minutes of speech, or trying to do something for ten minutes, or thinking about something for fifteen minutes… then ignorance is bliss.

 To complicate the problem, we have had our brains trained to “learn” a certain way all through childhood, up till college. “Learning” then, was equated to “grasping” some facts and techniques, retaining them till the next examination, and wiping our brain slates clean for the next set of lessons.

Enter adulthood, the brain still reacts the same way..

“Do I have to learn this? Will I be tested on it?”

“If not, then there is no incentive to learn. Bye!”

“If yes, I don’t want to fail in yet another test. I’d rather not go through with this. Goodbye!”

“You say, learning this would make me ‘cooler’? Well.. may be I will try to learn superficially, and just the stuff that is ‘cool’.”

Is that dumb? Is that sad? I can’t seem to decide.

May be, it is just a misconception about what is meant by ‘Learning’?

To me, ‘Learning’ isn’t knowing everything about something, or mastering a skill. It isn’t even knowing the basics of something and retaining it forever.

To me, ‘Learning’ is  processing new information, seeing new things, seeing old things with new eyes, and leaving my mind just a wee bit more opened up. Forgetting what was learnt isn’t an issue – once learnt, re-learning comes easier every time. Pace isn’t an issue either – each person has a unique one.

To me, ‘Learning’ is simply possessing the self-confidence to tackle the “new” when the need arises – either all by myself, or knowing where to seek help.

To me, ‘Learning’ is feeding the curiosity demon, and keeping it alive. In spite of it being of “no use”.

To me, ‘Learning’ – by reading/listening, by doing, from experience – is the very essence of human life.

Saying “I don’t know” to ‘Learning’? That too quoting ‘age’?

Imagine living life till 80-90 years of age, with almost the same level of knowledge & insight gained at 25. [shudders]

Now.. how much ever my brain tells me that most people do that because of years of conditioning by the “education” system..

I can’t help being rude & saying (within my head) – “Please go, get a life!”. And perhaps, write silly posts on morons.

I just don’t get it!

You Are What You Read!

Aren’t you?
The books you read define you – more than even the friends you keep.
If you don’t read anything, you are.. Times of India.. probably.. or an FB post.. or “23 people like this”. No offence.

Let us consider the typical Indian bookworm. Aka, me. [Shoo.. I AM average. Very!]

Based on what I read, I am a feminist, gender queer, travel freak, Mahabharata worshiping, serious writer, with an interest in online dating. Three of which, I am not – but nurture an unhealthy curiosity about.

So, the topics I read about are me and my quirks.

What does the language I read tell you about me? That I am an average urban Indian kid who is more comfortable with English than her native tongue? That I probably switch to English when I am very angry? Bingo!

What of my world-view? Is it Indian? Asian? Of a sheltered urban female in a developing nation?

I’m afraid not. It is distinctly American. Sometimes British. With a sprinkling of Indian. For, that is the composition of my book shelf. And that very worldview is gratingly incoherent with my reality. My Indian experiences of real life sit hidden in nooks and corners, quite scared to peep out and make a point.

(An accurate reflection of the politics of the past few decades, isn’t that? Go debate on that over coffee, and sound all intellectual. You are welcome.)

Rights and wrongs are universal. Contexts are not.

Emotions and reactions are universal. Experiences are not.

Some issues are universal, some struggles are universal. Some are not. Not at the same point on the timeline.

While I appreciate the day-to-day issues American feminists are struggling with, I am more interested in the issues around me. The attitudes I face. And I am yet to come across readable, non-gobbledygook academic books on feminism by an Indian in India. (Have read Nivedita Menon’s Seeing Like a Feminist – did not cut it for me.)

I ache to read about passionate travel stories across India. Especially by women. But the best I found was the delightful Monisha Rajesh going Around India in 80 Trains, and she was brought up in the UK. Doesn’t anyone in India go obscure-place hopping across India, and write more than blog posts about it? Come on, folks!

I want to be held by my hand and taken around to a sensitive view of the obscure parts of my society. Mayank Soofi Austen did that once saying Nobody Can Love You More : Life in Delhi’s Red Light District. My hand hangs unheld now.

Of course, I treasure my favorites specializing on the Indian-ness of India of the myths – Devdutt Pattanaik and others. But I am not in myth-land now, am I?

Most other ‘Indian’ writing seems to borrow heavily from the baseline experiences and arguments of an American – particularly of Gloria Steinem’s age. After all, the writers themselves have grown up listening to the foreign voice, whether it be opinions or music.

Just where are the Indian voices that go beyond telling you light-hearted stories on railway station platforms, for 120Rs.?

I am probably looking at my own country from the point of view of an American-desi, if not an American! [freaks out]

Something is grossly messed up with my understanding and expectations of the world around me, then? Almost as if all the voices I hear, including my own, aren’t “mine”. Schizophrenic, am I? Watching a bollywood movie with hollywood dubbing?

 

Desperately hoping that I have simply missed the Indian voice,

A bookworm who has and hears a confused voice.

P.S. Do let me know of good Indian ‘voices’ I might have missed. Please.

P.P.S. If you can’t find anything, please go and write a handful of books. Pretty please. Quick.

Word Muse #6 – அய்யனாரின் நிலைமை

For what are ‘Word Muses’ and the list till now, look here.

Request : Please forgive spelling mistakes if any. I am largely out of touch with the written form of any language except English and Mathematics! Free spell-checks and corrections hugely appreciated [sheepish grin].

கண்கள் பூத்து காவல் காத்து
கால் கடுக்க காலம் காலமாய் நின்றும்
ஊருக்குள் அனுமதி இல்லை,
ஒரு கவளை மோர் கொடுக்க ஆள் இல்லை.
அரங்கத்தானுக்கு மட்டும் குளு குளு கோவில்
தினம் பள்ளி எழுச்சி, எண்ணைக் குளியல்
புதுப் பட்டு, புளியோதரை
பாவி, அவன் மட்டும் குடிப்பவனாய் இருந்தால்
படுக்கையிலேயே கொடுப்பார்கள் – கும்பகோணம் டிகிரி காபி.

 

“என்ன அய்யனாரே.. ஏதோ எரியும் வாடை வருகிரது?” கணீர் குறல் கேட்டு கீழ் இறங்கி வந்தது original கருடரே.
“வா கருடா.. உங்கள் தலைவரைச் சொன்னால் உடனே வந்துவிடுவாயே!”
“இருக்காதா? என்ன? புதுக்கவிதை எல்லாம் தூக்குது?”
“அடப் போய்யா”
“என்னய்யா சலிப்பு? ஸ்ரீ ரங்கத்தான் பெரிய வீட்டு கடவுள். மேல் ஜாதி. நீ ஏழை வீட்டு.. ஊம்ஹூம்.. காட்டு தெய்வம். கீழ் ஜாதி. பணமும் ஜாதியும் வித்தியாசம் பாக்க்குமா? அதுங்களுக்கு மனுஷனும் தெய்வமும் ஒன்னு தானய்யா! தெரிஞ்சதுதானே?”
“போ கருடா.. ஆதரவில்லாம வெய்யில்ல அனாதை சிலையா நிக்கிறேன். வர வர கமல ஹாசன் சொன்னாப்ல நாட்ட விட்டே போய்டலாமானு தோனுது.”
“ஆ.. over-ஆ சொல்லாத பா!”
“நெஜமா பா.. நேத்து இப்படி தான் tourist bus ஒன்னு இந்த பக்கமா வந்துச்சு. ஒரு அற டவுசர் போட்ட சேட்டு பொன்னு வந்து என்ன போட்டோ எல்லாம் புடிச்சுச்சு.”
“ஐ.. நல்ல வெரப்பா போஸ் குடுத்தியா?”
“முழுவதும் கேளும் கருடரே.”
“நீர் மேலே சொல்லும் அய்யனாரே.”
“அது சரி, நாம ஏன் அப்பப்ப இப்படி ரொம்ப தமிழா தமிழ் பேசரோம்?”
“நாம புராண characters. இப்படி தான் பேசனும்னு தமிழக மக்கள் எதிர்பாக்கராங்க.”
“ஓ அப்படி. அப்பரம் பாத்துப்போம்.. அந்த பொன்னு அவங்க tour guide-அ கேக்குது கருடா.. ‘whose statue is this?’-னு.”
“ஹீ ஹீ.. அய்யனாரை கண்டு யார் யாரோ கேட்கிரார்கள், அய்யன் யார் என்று.”
“மொக்கை போடாதடா.. அந்த tour guide பய பொரம்போக்கு – சோம்பேரி, மொள்ளமாரி.. அவனும் அவன் தமிங்க்லீசும்.. திமிங்கலம் அவன தின்ன!”
“என்ன தான் சொன்னான்?”
“சொல்ரான்.. ‘famous politeesan. you see in hand? big knife – அருவாள். big moustaach மீசை. pold dhoti. you see? you see in tamil cinema? politeesan? this is politeesan. BIG politeesan. take pull poto. quyik. we go next spaat.”

 

கருடர் வந்து அய்யனார் தோள் மேல் அமர்ந்து, அவர் முகத்தை உற்று பார்க்க..
“என்ன? சிரிப்பு வருதா? சிரிச்சு தொல!”
“இல்ல.. அவன பழி வாங்கி இருப்பியே.. என்ன பன்ன?”
“விடுவேனா? நம் காக்கை நண்பர்கள் எல்லோரயும் வரிசையாய் அவன் பின்னால் அனுப்பினேன் – குறி தவராமல் அவன் மேல் எச்சம் இட. சில நிமிடங்களில் அவன் ஆகிவிட்டான் – கடற்கரை அண்ணா சிலை போல.”
“ஆமா.. இதுக்கு தூய தமிழ் வேர. சின்னப்புள்ளத் தனமா..”
“ஏதோ என்னால முடிஞ்சது.”

 

“சரி, ஒரு யோசனை சொல்ரேன் கேப்பியா?”
“வழக்கம் போல வெவகாரமா யோசனையா? சொல்லி தொல.”
“நீ நம்ம ஊரு அரசியல்வாதி கனவுல போய் பயமுருத்து – நல்ல மீசையெல்லாம் முருக்கி, கண்ண செவப்பா உருட்டி, cinema வில்லன் மாதிரி அருவாள ஆட்டி ஆட்டி சிரிச்சு வெக்காத – அவனுக்கு சிரிப்பு தான் வரும், தூக்கத்துல பொண்டாட்டிய தட்டி popcorn கேப்பான். ஒழுங்கா underplay பன்னி, sound-ஏ இல்லாம, tight close-up-ல மொறசு பாத்தே பயமுருத்து.”
“பயமுருத்தி?”
“parliament-ல போய் நம்ம தெருவோர தெய்வங்களுக்கு இட ஒதுக்கீடு கேக்கவை. கண்டதுக்கெல்லாம் கேக்கரானுங்க, இதுக்குந்தான் கேக்கட்டுமே.”
“கேட்டா?”
“கேட்டா கடவுளுக்கு அரசு பணம் குடுக்கும் – உன்ன மாதிரி அம்போனு நிக்கிர அய்யனார், அரசமரத்தடி பிள்ளயார்கு எல்லாம் maintenance, தலைக்கு மேல asbestos கூரை, இரண்டு வருஷத்துக்கு ஒரு வாட்டி புது paint. இல்லனா பத்து இருவது வருஷத்துல எல்லாரும் ஒடஞ்சு பொடியா விழுந்துடுவீங்க.”
“ஹும்.. அரசியல்வாதிகள் – ஜாதியும் ஜனமும் போற்றி காக்கும் தெய்வ கலாச்சாரம் காக்க வந்த வெள்ளை வேட்டி தெய்வங்கள்”
“போதும் மொக்கை கவிதை.. அடங்கு”
“சரி.. நல்ல யோசனை பா. நான் பயமுருத்த practise பன்னரேன்.”
“அத பன்னு”
“அப்படியே இலவச அருவாள் திட்டம் உருவாக்க சொல்றேன்.”
“ஹும்.”
“கூடவே காவல் தெய்வங்களுக்கு இலவச computer course”
“அருவாள் சரி.. computer உமக்கு எதுக்கய்யா?”
“இந்த வாரம் நீயா-நானா பாக்கல நீ? பசங்க சொல்றாங்க பா.. laptop configuration தெரியாதவன் எல்லாம் அரசியல்வாதியா இருந்தா மதிக்க மாட்டாங்களாம். வெறும் அரசியல்வாதி அவனுக்கே தெரியனுமாம், நான் தெய்வம் ஆச்சே.. நம்ம மரியாதைய நாம தானே காப்பத்திக்கனும்? இப்போ எல்லாம் காவல் கூட computer-லதான் காக்கனுமாமே. காலத்துக்கு ஏத்த மாதிரி கடவுளும் மாறனும்ல! கோபி கூட கடசில அதான்பா சொன்னான்! French-beard வெக்கலாம்னு கூட பாக்கரேன்.. நீ என்ன சொல்ர?”
கருடர் “இது எனக்கு தேவையா? என் வேலை உண்டு, கழுக்குன்றம் உருண்டை உண்டுனு இருக்காம, இது எனக்கு தேவையா?” என்று நொந்துக்கொண்டே பறக்க, அய்யனார் வாய் நிறைய ஆசையாய் சிரித்துக்கொண்டே கண்டார் பகல் கனவு, digital color-இல்.