Saturday 30 August 2014

Looking through the Warped Glass

Looking through the Warped Glass!

Reading the article 'Throw like a girl' by Eric Anthamatten got me thinking of the number of times all of us, women and men, have fallen prey to stereotypes and preconceived notions.   How often as a child I was rebuked by my grandmom about the perceived lack of decorum in the way I sat, told about not sitting very close to a boy while we were playing, not laughing too loudly... Mind you this was during our yearly visits to Madras or the time she used to visit and I was all of 7/8 years old. Even though I was brought up in a very liberal home, my father, despairing of what he thought was my very masculine walk, asked me to walk behind my mother so that I could emulate her ' feminine' walk. He, though never saw or treated me differently than my brother, also was a victim to gender stereotyping without even realising it.
The nuns from my school were always trying to instil in us the 'proper' habits.. Sit with legs together, hands must be on your knees, smile but do not grin,laughing loudly is a sign of bad upbringing!! Gosh!! All the nuns I was taught by would be truly and thoroughly horrified by me today.
Sports has never been free of this divide. During the days when Martina Navratilova was knocking the stuffing out of her opponents many, especially men, when they condescended to comment about women in a 'mans' game, preferred Christ Evert as she was pretty,dainty and showed off pretty lacy panties when she played, while Martina was muscly, tough and played strong. The sad part is that when everyone stereotyped, they were doing gross injustice not only to Navratilova but also to Christ Evert, who far all her daintiness played a wonderful game!! Sad she will be remembered as the player in the lace panties!
At work too it is not very different, even though all of us get into the 'ostrich' syndrome of pretending all is well. Subtle and not at all subtle notions are applied in the way women are treated. It's either downright writing off a women as an intellectual lightweight or it is the condescending 'little woman' treatment. When will we ever learn to treat each person as that person and not superimpose our ideas of what the person should be and stop either vilifying or deifying.
What is it in us that we get insecure if we cannot slot a person into a pre prepared mould. A woman does not like to cook? What women behaves like that!! A guy likes to cook? Must be gay! And then look at our advertisements. There is so much analysis about the recent Airtel or Aircel ad where a women boss is shown going home and cooking for her husband. Reactions from women and men astounded me. Every reaction came from a position of what was perceived as the designated roles! It was just an ad, a clever one at that. Let us worry about child abuse, young girls being tortured, and many other important issues. Not about whether the women in the ad should have cooked or not!
Where does this labelling stop?? A short haired women should be drinking . If she drinks she should be a non vegetarian . If she is modern she will not cook.Because she does not cook her family must be either starving or unhealthy. When do we stop looking at people through gender imposed glasses?
I think it is time to stop this nonsense!! LET PEOPLE BE!!
I leave you with another one of my little poems written around 25 years ago... Much before Nike thought of this tag line...
                                  I am what I am.
                                  I cannot be
                                  what you want
                                  me to be.

                                  Leave me as I am.
                                  I cannot be,
                                  your image,
                                  living as me.

Stop Stereotyping! Leave be!

Saturday 16 August 2014

And the Mask goes On!

I am not predictable. I have been known to speak the most unexpected, dress ' differently', and my make up and accessories are ,to put it mildly, stated. One  constant aspect, however, has been the fact that I always have my make on..whenever I step out of my home..and sometimes even at home.

In fact my friends state that make up, and that too the lipstick is my trade mark feature! My daughter always says that her early memories of me are always of the 'lipsticked' me!

When I think of when my love affair with lipstick started , I realise that it was when I started working.... Way back in 1981. Out of college, the whole world in front of me, I embarked on my career journey and on the first day at work I instinctively picked up that innocuous looking capsule- lipstick. I have never been without one..errr few...actually many,many of them since.
Putting on my shrink cap , I have tried to think about the reasons for this need to have my make up on. Is it vanity? No.. Not really. Is it the need to be different( let me tell you not many folks, especially of my vintage, use make up regularly?..that's not it too. What then is the reason??

I had a 'Eureka' moments of sorts, the other day when I happened to glance at one of my - almost forgotten I had written them- poems.Called  The Mask the poem expresses the need to put on and take off the 'mask'. That is probably the reason why as an inherently very private, in my own thoughts sort of person I felt the need to put on that 'mask' aka makeup, to help cope and to help me be that 'outside' person.

I am not sure however, whether the same subconscious reasons are relevant anymore. I love my make up, my lipsticks, and putting on ,what I call my 'face'. I have come to love and to enjoy my public persona and to a large extent have internalised it. Today my make up and especially my lipsticks are me!!

It was not always a easy journey as I had expressed in my poem many years ago. Today I have the courage and confidence to let you peek into my real world.. Conflicts, contradictions and of course the 'game' face.


                  
                  Smiling and drifting
                  Laughing and dancing,
                  Twirling without a care.
                  Getting into a whirlpool,
                  Pulled into the abyss,
                  I gasp for air.

                  Pulling and tearing,
                  Grasping and gasping
                   I writhe in pain.
                   Tear out the facade,
                   Wipe away the blood,
                   And....see me again.

And I do see me. That is all that matters!

Sunday 10 August 2014

The jury is out!

Sipping a cup of coffee on a Saturday morning, my husband just thought out loud-- why does not someone start a newspaper on an online magazine ONLY highlighting women's issues?? That set me on a thought stream... But why aren't there any, any such forums for expression??? Maybe there are.. But not many know about them.... Then I wondered why not?? Because there is no single issue to unite all of us!! There is no commonality in our experiences that is strong enough to make us bond!! Wait... What crap am I talking?? Of course there are issues the each and every one of us face.. But do not have the time, energy,will or inclination to articulate. And then comes the most used line.. How does it matter??
I realise that I am guilty of the greatest hypocrisy! Pretending that all was hunky dory with my situation! It is NOT! I realise that I do want to express certain issues.. at least put it out there for all to react to.
I start with my Body... Is it truly mine?? I take care of it, clothe it, adorn it,keep it in fine fettle! But for what and for whom? My body is seen as a vessel for procreation, a form for release of sexual urges( hard wired into the male DNA we are told) ,a robotic machine for taking on the chores, an ATM in the case of millions of women who work , a tool to sell anything from a faucet to a Jet engine, above all the focus of the basic as well as kinky fantasy of 53% of our population.
Is it truly mine??? What control do I have over it?? I can protect it... Be careful not to get molested or raped, shrink into myself to avoid getting groped..... But what can I do about what some one else is thinking, fantasising, lascivating, ??
Do I really have control over my body when I am told that the onus on not tempting men is solely on ME?... I may be fully and modestly clothed but I still cannot stop men from mentally stripping and molesting me.... And acting on it the minute they get a chance!!
What control do I have over my body when I am like a ticking trigger to , in a trice turn men into bestial lowlife forms just because they can...and in many cases get to act on such urges..
So what do women do?? I pose a counter to my husband---- is it women who really need to talk about these issues or is it the men.. The jury is out!!!