It’s in the Air

Junglemonkey and I are in Boston for a few days. She’s here for the AWP conference, and I’m here as her plus one. I love that she wanted me along. I would absolutely have missed her if I’d been at home all week while she attended the conference, never mind that she’s going to be busy nearly all the time and I’ve got lots of practicing to do since I’ve got several competitions coming up. What this really means is that I’ve already spent several hours walking around Boston on my own. As I walk through crowds, I wind up overhearing snatches of a zillion different conversations. It’s always interesting to me what the gists of conversations in a locale are. For instance, in Santa Cruz the conversations I overhear tend to be local politics or technological, tending to be design or marketing. (There are a lot of folks working in Internet-related jobs in Santa Cruz.) In San Francisco, there’s a lot of tech, mostly web development, and of course people are talking about their plans for what they’re going to be doing later on — which clubs or concerts or whatever. Here in Boston, it’s been financial snippets — lots of people talking about investments and business plans with time horizons in days or months — and men talking about women.

But here’s the weird thing, the thing that makes me write this. The conversations about women are all weird and kind of objectifying. Example: the guys behind me in line at Starbuck’s this morning. They sounded like stereotypical frat boys; very materialistic (luxury goods purchased or used, padding corporate expense accounts, partying) and objectifying women in a way I haven’t really encountered personally in many many years. The way these guys were talking about a particular woman — her breasts, her suitability as a status symbol — I was really surprised. I had to tell Junglemonkey about it just because I needed to talk about it to figure out if they were really as obnoxious as I thought. But then I walked around for a couple of hours and heard other snippets of other conversations and these guys were not different. Holy cow!

You know, I’m sort of accustomed to keeping my trap shut as women I know talk about male privilege, patriarchy, and sexism. Let’s face it: there’s not a hell of a lot that I can bring to that conversation. Even so, that doesn’t mean that I’m not paying attention. Guys in Boston seem, upon cursory inspection, to be far less considerate (because I have a hard time thinking that women in Boston are any less bitter about it). Dudes, step up your game and stop being dicks.

Postscript

So, here’s a joke I know about feminism:

Q: How many feminists does it take to change a light bulb?

A: That’s not funny!

If you think that joke is really not funny and you’re mad about it, then that joke is about you. If you think that joke is not funny because feminism is about freedom and the joke presumes the teller and the listener have a perspective on feminism that doesn’t include that notion, then a) that joke is not about you and b) you can probably (95.2% likely) provide one or more personal acquaintances whom that joke is about. If you think that joke is funny then you’re a) a man and b) you live in Boston.

Published by pirateguillermo

I play the bagpipes. I program computers. I support my family in their various endeavors, and I enjoy my wonderful life.

4 thoughts on “It’s in the Air

  1. Lise Quintana – Northern California – Lise Quintana, host of Living Large in America, is a writer, editor, and podcaster from Santa Cruz. She blogs about her own weight journey at http://www.lisequintana.com
    junglemonkee says:

    I only heard one instance of this (but it was a guy making a tasteless comment to a female security guard, which struck me as a whole other level of rude), but reading this makes me sad. I don’t want to think that this is a thing. I don’t want it to be true that all the guys in a whole area are jerks, and all the women in that area have to put up with it.

    1. pirateguillermo – Santa Cruz, CA – I play the bagpipes. I program computers. I support my family in their various endeavors, and I enjoy my wonderful life.
      pirateguillermo says:

      Me too. Then again, I also want it to be true that stand-up comics are more like Eddie Izzard and Jake Johannsen and less like Ron White and Christopher Titus. In general I find sweet, happy, loving people more attractive than mean, angry, bitter people.

  2. grrlpup – novels dogs Portland kidlit forests. More about me at Read Write Run Resist my blog at https://hollyhein.com .
    grrlpup says:

    How disappointing! I thought Boston would be full of bluestockings and regard for brainy women.

  3. I think just because a person acts a certain way, doesn’t mean that’s who they really are. They’ll never tell you, but maybe they are really into Depeche Mode and baking cupcakes. It’s an epidemic of guys without a true identity, pretending to be macho and misogynistic to gain acceptance: real jerks surrounded by satellite legions of faker jerks. It’s a poseur problem. I blame Douche Cologne:

    Wait, you were in the Financial District??? That’s like ground zero for douche-a-rama poseurville. You’re lucky to get out of there unscathed. Is your collar popped? Whew, you’re fine.

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