Last night, I was laying in bed with my boyfriend and grading papers while he read out loud some funny Internet answers to ridiculous questions. I was having a good time and laughing quite a lot until he read one that wasn’t very funny at all. The poster asked, “What is the secret to understanding women?” As you might suspect, the Internet Oracle gave a fairly typical answer, one that us women are quite familiar with. He said:
Women are also simple beasts, they like food, sex, and shiny toys.
When they want something, they will drop subtle hints, sometimes
verbal code, sometimes using body-language cues, sometimes via mental telepathy. For example “Isn’t is getting dark early these days” means I’m hungry, let’s eat. “Isn’t it getting dark early these days” means I’m horny, let’s go to bed early tonight. “Isn’t it getting dark early these days” means it’s a long time since you bought me a shiny toy.
Men, simple beasts that they are, take all 3 of the above as a comment
on the advancing season, or an invitation to discuss the astronomical
basis for variation in day length.
Meanwhile women, accustomed as they are to speaking in code, assume
men do the same.
So, his “I’m hungry” gets interpreted by her as “your ass looks very fat today” or “I’d like to have sex with that woman over there” or even “my hovercraft is full of eels”. Strangely, the more innocent, direct and obvious a comment, the more likely it is to be interpreted as some subtle insult. She takes offence, he notices and asks “what’s wrong?” to which she replies “nothing”. There ensues an escalating exchange during which she continues to deny anything is wrong while getting more and more angry at him for failing to apologise for the ‘insult’. Meanwhile, he knows she is angry, and gets more and more frustrated at her refusal to tell him why.
And so it continues, generation after generation. Men still aren’t mind-readers, and women are still mad at them for it. ‘Twas ever thus, and ever shall it be.
(Copyeditor’s note: [sic] to that whole quotation. My poor little ladybrain was overworked and confused, trying to fix all the errors.-PoM)
My boyfriend couldn’t understand why I wasn’t laughing so I explained. I started off by asking him what he would say if he got a job offer and the employer asked him what kind of salary he was looking for. He sat in silence wondering where this was going, so I said, “You wouldn’t say anything. You would ask them what they were prepared to pay because maybe it’s better than what you would ask for. If you answer first, they will talk you down from what you want.” He nodded in agreement and I continued.
“It’s exactly like this scenario that plays out in our home every other week or so when we are choosing a movie. I have something in mind but maybe you have something better in mind, so I ask ‘What do you want to watch?’ However, you assume that I am not interested in your opinion at all and instead of suggesting something, you often say, ‘Well, you already know what you want to watch so why ask?’ But really, I just want to know if you had a better idea and instead of an answer, I get an insult. That’s the situation I’m talking about. That’s what’s unfair about what the Oracle said because so many men just assume we’re playing games and are indecisive, stupid women rather than people with opinions and thoughts equal to a man’s.”
From here on out I did a lot of talking and he did a lot of listening which ended in a, “You’re right, we are jerks” kind of apology. But that’s not what we want. We don’t want an apology. We want action. We want acceptance as individuals capable of intelligent conversations and thoughts. We don’t want to be automatically assumed inferior, we don’t want to be made fun of, we don’t want to be called “hysterical” or “silly” or “simple.” We want the jokes to stop.
I find myself constantly infuriated that women like Angela Merkel, Carol Bartz, and Marie Curie have changed our world, proving that women are every bit as capable as men, yet we are still paid less, promoted less, and noticed less. And then men make degrading jokes about us without ever considering the implications of what they are saying. It seems that no matter what we achieve, we are still discriminated against because too many men in some way–great or small–believe that we are lacking in some faculty in which men are not.
For example, I met a man recently who described his girlfriend by saying, “She’s a reasonable woman, I mean, she drives a car and stuff.” I nearly shit my pants. She’s a reasonable woman because she drives a car?! Are we so inferior that the simple act of passing a driver’s test can distinguish the intelligent from the stupid among us? But it’s not the driving part that pisses me off most, it’s the part where he labled her as a reasonable “woman.” Instead of just being a reasonable person, she had to qualified and quantified by her sex.
A woman’s ability should be evaluated on her individual merits rather than judged in comparison to all others of her kind. In the lands of academia and capitalism, those women I mentioned were successful because of their ability to observe and modify, not because of some biological distinction. And they didn’t all get together and combine their collective genius to win a Nobel Prize either. They made their achievements as people who just happened to be women–not the other way around.
So, Anonymous-Man-Who-Doesn’t-Understand-Women, I suggest you and your buddies stop consulting the great Internet Oracle and instead tune in to an aptly named movie made by the Oracle’s equally disgusting cousin, Mel Gibson, because even though both are lacking in wisdom deserving of the title “oracle,” at least one of them is getting close to what we want: to be taken seriously.