I’ve
been watching the US news and reading comments and articles and Facebook posts about the Trump/Kavanaugh
situation. I am deeply sad. I know SO MANY guys who are genuinely kind and loving, and generally fantastic. You are my
family, you are my friends, you married my friends and became my friends. I am so grateful for
you. But it’s become clear to me lately that many of you may not understand
that I actively limit my life to protect myself from men. These are choices I
have made. I am telling about a few so you know what they are and why I made them:
- I deliberately limit my activities to increase my feeling of safety. I have had several experiences in public where I’ve been accosted by men and no one around me did anything to stop it. I don’t want to experience that again. So. I generally don’t go out late in my neighbourhood (where I’m comfortable) or in the city (where I’m less comfortable). I don’t drink much in public (even with friends) because I am responsible for getting myself safely home – I’ve discovered not all friends can be relied on to assist with that. I bike most places because a) it’s less risky than walking or public transport when I’m coming home at night by myself (and b) fitness, c) I’m cheap :)).
- When I’m looking for apartments I will not live on the ground floor because that doesn’t feel safe. I chose my previous living arrangement here in Australia because it was on the back of a lot and not visible to the street, which made it OK to be on the ground and have big windows into my living space. Now I live on the 7th floor. (Also, with big windows which no one can look in. The view is great.)
- I have been in a relationship where a guy (who is a generally good guy) explained to me that a woman’s job was to say no to sex, and the guy’s job was to persuade her. I believed him. Because I have family members who have explained to me (and lived as if) wives belong to their husbands, (basically because we are property, the Bible says so) and we should obey them. It’s our job. I still love that guy, and I love these family members. They are genuinely kind-hearted, beautiful people. However, I also know that I fundamentally cannot survive in that kind of relationship. (I tried it.) So for most of my life, I’ve been single, because even though I really enjoy companionship and sex, I’m not interested in a relationship where my non-consent is seen as some kind of challenge, or I am viewed (even unconsciously) as property. Apparently, there are other kinds of relationships. I’m working on believing that idea.
In
thinking about the choices I have made, why I have made them, and the larger
issues that (so far) mean I need to keep many of them, I started to wonder about how I could do
something about it. And here’s what occurred to me.
When
I teach, I start my classes with public agreements. Someone recently categorised
these as norms, but they are not. Norms are unconscious beliefs. Public
agreements are visible and consciously agreed upon by a group. Like norms, they
determine the kind of behavior/activity that the group will tolerate, and what
it will not. However, because they are public, and we start the term with them,
then no one in the group has to wonder if someone is behaving badly – it’s
already been agreed upon. It’s identified and identifiable. This means it’s
much easier for anyone in the group to call bad behavior when they see it,
because they have that agreement (and the group) at their back. I find this solves
a lot of problems before they start; the rules of engagement are clear for
everyone.
An example: the squirrel rule is a public agreement I use in classes
and meetings. If someone (including me) takes off on a tangent, anyone can say “Squirrel!”
(or “Squirrel?”) to invite the person to explain how what he/she/I am talking
about is related to the topic at hand, or confess he/she/I was squirrelling and
get back on track. It is practically magical how this public agreement works in
all kinds of settings – because we agreed upon it at the start of the group's being together. After almost 6 years in
Australia, if I forget to start with it, my past students squirrel me (and each
other) anyway, and then explain it to anyone who doesn’t know about it. The squirrel
has taken on a life of its own. As they do.
So
here’s a “what if.” (And this is mostly addressed to guys because let’s be
clear: you have power.) What if the guys who read this sat down with their guy friends
(in Australia: mates) and created a public agreement about how women should be
treated? What if you asked women you know what that agreement should look like? What
would they tell you? What if you and the women you know picked a code word to
alert each other when that public agreement was at risk? What if you (guys)
used it and acted on that public agreement together – for instance, a) when you
see your friends getting too close to bad choices, or b) if you see other guys behaving
badly? What if you acted to short circuit that bad behaviour whenever you saw
it? What if you used humor, distraction, or just told them it wasn’t OK? What
if you explained the agreement to them, and the word, so they could be in on
it? What if you found the “Squirrel” equivalent for these kinds of situations?
I
would like to live in a world created by answers to those what ifs. :)
As your reward for making it to the end of this post, here's my favorite squirrel photo (by Vadim Trunov):

Want more?
...on Public Agreements? See Kegan and Lahey, How the Way We Talk Can Change the Way We Work. Thanks to Prof. Mary Hess for suggesting
Lindean and I read it back in the day.
...on why a
Squirrel? See the movie Up! (or just this bit). And thanks to Lynn Lee at Western who used it
in conversation this way and gave me the idea for the public agreement.
This is a wonderful analogy, excellent advice, and hopefully some will heed to advice. I miss your wry sense of humor and beautiful personality. The Land of Oz is luck y to have you! <3
ReplyDeletethanks, Josie! I miss you too! Smooches!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your honest and vulnerability, Amy. I'm sending this to both of my daughters since you are speaking truth to power in a way that women of their age would like to hear.
ReplyDeleteI'm currently reading "A People's History of the United States," by Howard Zinn, a historian who teaches history from the perspective of the oppressed. As a white male, it is sobering for me to read--just as is your account of living in a world where men still view women as either a conquest or as property. Hopefully I'll find it harder to "squirrel" out of my next opportunity to do the right thing.
{{{{{{{{{{Jan}}}}}}}}} (those are hugs!) Thanks for your comments!
DeleteI forsee a lot of squirrel in the future! Well done, Amy.
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ReplyDeleteThanks {{{{{{{{{Mom.}}}}}}}}} Love you!!
DeleteI very recently realized how many decision I make on a daily basis so that I feel safe. It's a bit unnerving since I had previously thought that I was "lucky" in that I didn't need to worry the same way most women seem to have to. Then I thought about how frequently my choices are determined by what will be the safest (not walking around at night by myself, not listening to music while hiking alone, what kind of house I'll purchase, having a dog, etc). I realized “safety first” in the “you’re a female, here are things you have to avoid doing” has been unconsciously ingrained in my thought process for so long that I actively believed I was immune to it until earlier this week. Even though I have been thinking about it frequently. Even though I’ve been reading many posts from different women saying similar things to what you’ve said. My brain still said “that’s not me.” But…it totally is. If a 6’1” amazon with a serious case of RBF and (maybe abnormally) high self-confidence has this kind of thought process ingrained, how must it be for people who feel less physically or emotionally empowered? And it’s not just us women worried about it, the men that care about us worry for us as well (and probably reinforce the idea that we need to be extra careful). I never thought twice about living alone until Chris bought me mace and a tactical ax. I never thought I’d have to worry about walking Kenny alone at night until No Pants Neighbor tried to lure me into his garage. It’s a fucked up world we live in where you always have to have an escape route in mind. Speaking of that, remember that creeper Uber driver in NZ that stopped to get gas in that industrial area that looked like something out of Criminal Minds? I was totally ready to strangle him with my bag handle if he tried anything. Good times.
ReplyDeleteExcellent piece, Amy. When I was an adolescent, many winters ago, your friend's statement about a woman's job is to say no and a man's job is to persuade her otherwise, was the common belief. At least among my adolescent thuggish friends. It takes a long time to grow out of beliefs formed when we are young, but with the help of many women(and some men I suppose) I learned otherwise. Too bad he didn't.
ReplyDeleteI was in my fifties and scoffed at a female friend's alarm system. She set up a noise maker blockade at her front door and I found it comical. She informed me in no uncertain terms that a woman has every reason to take such precautions and really schooled me. And I am grateful. In truth I was astonished that it took me so long in my life to learn this lesson, as I consider myself a woke sorta guy.
Maybe we will evolve to maturity as a species before we go extinct. Probably not though.
Thanks, Roger. I think of you as a woke sorta guy. :^)
ReplyDeleteLate to this post. You are one of the most comfortable-in-your-own-skin people I know. To learn that these fears have shaped you in these ways is not surprising exactly but re-reminding me how pervasive rape culture is. Thanks for that. Miss you, friend!
ReplyDeleteThanks, N8! Miss you too!
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