“Be nice.”
“Be patient.”
“You catch more bees/flies with honey than with
salt/vinegar.”
I’m still getting this advice from well-meaning women in my
life. Let me tell you something. This advice isn’t useful and doesn’t help. In
fact, it only serves to exacerbate the feeling that my problem is in a black
hole being ignored.
I’m having serious problems right now related to my home,
damages, my insurance company, and the public adjuster company that I hired to
help me resolve the issues. I will get into the details later once it is all
over – because believe me, I have plenty to say. But this is the issue that
prompted this post and that’s all you need to know.
Being a woman in American society is a liability in many
ways. Women are meant to be nice, patient, kind, compassionate, and above all,
not get angry. Because that’s not ladylike, feminine, appropriate.
I call bullshit.
When companies or individuals are ignoring you after you’ve
paid for a service, or not doing their jobs, or just being mean/inappropriate/ineffective
for the situation, being nice and patient doesn’t resolve the problem.
When we tell young girls, young women, and even 40-something
women to be “nice,” “patient,” and “don’t get so upset,” what we are really
saying is “don’t stand up for yourself” and “don’t fight.”
Again, I call bullshit.
Anyone who has known me since my 20s knows that my temper is
now in admirable control and I don’t often get angry. Yoga and meditation
helped a lot with that self-improvement. And I do consider that an
extraordinary feat of self-improvement. Being nice, patient, compassionate, and
all of those other “positive” qualities have helped me to develop into a better
friend, better daughter, better girlfriend/life partner, better teacher. But so
has my anger and sense of righteousness; my ability to stand up for myself,
negotiate and argue on my own behalf. And yet, we don’t value these “negative”
aspects of being human – especially in women.
Rejecting these qualities in women is wrong.
Advising against these qualities in women is detrimental.
Being angry all the time is counterproductive, trust me on
that. But never getting angry? Never hearing that it is ok, appropriate, and
acceptable to get angry when the situation calls for it, to advocate vigorously
for ourselves? Talk about telling girls to avoid a necessary life skill that
is, indeed, more important than cooking, looking pretty, and being peacemakers.
This advice and the impulse that causes women to express
such advice to girls and other women is toxic, detrimental, and needs to stop.
The most consistent advocates for getting angry and
defending myself when the situation warrants it are men.
Ladies, we should take a cue from the men in our lives and
learn to embrace the necessity and value of anger and verbal/written
self-defense instead of telling each other and the young women in our lives to
calm down, be patient, and be nice. That only works for doormats.
And we are not doormats. We are women. Women with value in
all of our emotional and intellectual complexity. Women who aren’t “over-reacting”
or “being hysterical” when we are justifiably upset. Women who are still women with value even when
we get mad and stand up for ourselves.
So let’s stop advising each other to be doormats.
2 comments:
I would add my experience: when I am clear, unequivocal and stand my ground I am told I am being aggressive. When a man uses the same words and tone of voice he is praised for being assertive. It is time to end the double standard.
Couldn't agree with you more. I have a story, too. In March, our new-ish car (just over a year old) was caught in a hail storm that unexpectedly popped up (as they are wont to do). On a Friday, we had a claims adjuster come out to assess the damage two weeks later (because they were so busy with other hail damage claims). That man was perfectly nice and explained the entire process of repair and payment clearly and helpfully. He told me to call the insurance company when we planned to take the car to the shop, and the insurance company would arrange for a rental. So, after telling my husband that I could take the car on my next day off (the following Tuesday), I made the phone call to the insurance company to tell them that Tuesday was the day. They made an appointment with the rental company for Tuesday.
On Tuesday, my mother-in-law, 13-month-old, and I all drive together to the rental place. I get there, give them my name and reference number, and the woman tells me, "Um...your insurance cancelled the reservation." I said, "Well, that's incorrect because I told them I would need it today. Do you still have a car available?" She said yes. Still standing at the counter, I get on the phone with the insurance company. Here's where my "little lady" story comes in.
Insurance Guy: Yes ma'am, we're showing that we did cancel your car rental because you never took the car to the shop.
Me: (sighing) When I made the appointment on Friday, I told the guy that I would be taking the car in on Tuesday. Because that was my next day off.
Insurance Guy: Well, we cancelled it on Sunday night because it wasn't in the shop yet.
Me: (sighing, again, and speaking extremely firmly) Do you understand how ridiculous that is? I am standing here, at the rental place, having made an appointment for Tuesday, on Tuesday, and you're telling me you canceled the appointment on Sunday. Why would you do that? You need to make this right because this is the only day that I can take the car to the shop, and they are expecting me today.
Insurance Prick: I understand, and of course we'll fix it. Don't panic on me.
"Don't panic on me." I wanted to jump through the phone and wring his neck. "Don't panic on me"???? Are you fucking kidding me?? If my husband had been on the line with him, speaking in the same tone of voice (firmly but not yelling), he would not have been told to stay calm. Because in a man's world that is calm!
I should have reacted, but I stopped myself. I should have said "excuse me??" but I didn't, because I didn't want to make a scene in the rental place. My mother-in-law is one of those "win them with honey" kinds of women, and I already apparently intimidate the bejeezus out of my husband's family. I didn't want to give her any fodder to bring home.
In the end, the issue was resolved and we drove away in a caravan of a rental car and dinged-up car to the body shop (where, I should point out, they practically rolled out the red carpet because they were expecting me).
You know what is the worst part of this? It's that I know, in a few years time (maybe even in a few months), I'm going to look back on this story and think, "Eh, I don't know why I got so mad. Everything worked out." Which just goes further to prove the socialization rather than attempt to subvert it, which then encourages me either to hold my temper or feel exceedingly guilty when I let it emerge. What a trap.
For the record, you won't hear from me that you should calm down. Get angry! Those people need to move their asses in order to help you. You're still dealing with this?? Our mutual friends whose house was practically blown down in a tornado were moved back in within six weeks. If their insurance company can crack the whip and get contractors' asses going, then you should be allowed to do whatever you can to get your damage fixed.
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