But she isn’t NICE — breaking free of the political glass ceiling
What Are Little Boys Made of?
What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails,
And puppy-dogs’ tails;
That’s what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice,
And all that’s nice;
That’s what little girls are made of.
It’s 1969 and I am 14 years old. I’m in gym class — just finished, actually. We’re all in our ugly but supremely comfortable gym suits, waiting in line to go downstairs but the boys are coming in and, of course, they must go first.
In the boys pour, bouncing, jumping, hooting, laughing — free and untrammeled. Boys will be boys, right? Snips and snails and puppy dogs’ tails.
The whole line of girls picks up this energy and we begin to laugh and jostle. Up bustles the gym teacher, who pins us with a stern glare and says, “Now girls, let’s be ladies!”
They should have been expected it — perhaps they did. They’d dealt with me for a while. I turn to the woman and snarl, “I am not now and will never be a lady.”
Forty-nine years later, I have kept that promise. Fuck that whole sugar and spice and everything nice shit. That has nothing to do with me. It’s not about being a good person. If it was, they’d try to push boys to be nice, too. Oh no. It’s about keeping women down.
Keep us docile. Compliant. Obedient. Biddable. All that diminishment, containment, submissiveness — enforced by the fear that men won’t like that.
For millenia, though, men not liking something about us was a matter of our survival. If we weren’t what men wanted, we would never marry — and not to marry was a death knell. It was starvation — jobs that paid so little that we spent our lives in penury. Or the hideous fate of being considered a hanger-on in our father’s or brother’s homes, pitied by all. Or, if we had nothing else, selling our bodies just to eat. There’s a rather vile reason why unpopped popcorn kernels are called “old maids.”
If men didn’t like us, we were nothing.
Men, on the other hand, acquired us like couches and who the fuck cares what your couch does and doesn’t like?
(And don’t EVEN start with that “not all men” shit. Seriously. Stop derailing and do not gaslight.)
And don’t think it’s changed, either. Despite our progress, women — particularly younger ones — still tiptoe on those eggshells for fear of being rejected by men.
It’s not for nothing that there’s a popular internet joke about punctuation:
Woman without her man is nothing.
Woman, without her man, is nothing.
Woman, without her, man is nothing.
This dastardly ploy is the very foundation of the glass ceiling. Men are judged on ability. Women are judged on ability — and their need to have twice as much of it to be considered half as good as men — but more, on likeability. Niceness.
It’s kept us safely marginalized in the halls of power since the beginning — even long after we finally got the vote.
It bit Hillary on the ass. If she was nice, she was painted as weak. If she got tough, she wasn’t nice enough. Trump not only wasn’t remotely nice, he overtly bullied her on stage. Remember when he shadowed her, looming and frowning? It’s a typical tactic employed by male bullies — be passively threatening, emphasizing the size difference. Make the woman feel really unsafe while demonstrating to the audience which candidate, by patriarchal standards, is the strong one — despite her pretty much owning him during the debates. His base absorbed the message and reflected it back. They called her a nasty woman even as they considered her too weak to govern.
Now this patriarchal double standard is being applied to the women running for president in 2020. Kamala Harris, Kirsten Gillibrand, Elizabeth Warren, Tulsi Gabbard and Amy Klobuchar are being put through the likeability wringer. Male candidates are being evaluated on their political philosophies and the value of their previous leadership. Women are being examined for being nice. Kamala Harris was too tough a prosecutor. Kirsten Gillibrand has a more conservative past. Elizabeth Warren and her DNA debacle (note to liberal politicians — do not allow bullies to bait you into foolish political moves). Tulsi Gabbard and her unfortunate previous stance on LGBTQI issues. And Amy Klobuchar and the way she treats her staff.
So? What does any of that have to do with their political abilities?
Kamala wasn’t nice to criminals — name the last male prosecutor who got lambasted for that. Kirsten has grown past previous conservative views as work on a national political will sometimes do — a man who had grown past it would be lauded, not castigated (provided it wasn’t too unforgivable, like blackface or assault). Elizabeth is a freaking firebrand — she did something that backfired, trying to put a non-issue to rest. Elizabeth really isn’t nice to corrupt bankers and such. Tulsi has apologized for her stance on LGBTQI people and recognizes it was wrong. Amy may well be the boss from hell, but I have yet to see an exposé on a male politician that excoriated him for being unpleasant to staff.
The bottom line is that strength is what’s valued in men, not niceness. Not on a sociopolitical level. Not even so much on a personal level. Even his base doesn’t see Trump as nice. In fact, a lot of them knew from the beginning that he’s an unmitigated bastard — and they liked and admired it.
They saw it as strength when it wasn’t –it was nothing but an excess of methane spewed by an insecure, ignorant, weak man. And dear mercy, it has cost us.
But let a woman be essentially just like a man and watch all hell break loose. These people don’t care how strong a woman is. They disdain her because she isn’t their dainty little darling, their little honey bunny sweetie pie.
As far as I can tell, the cure for this is for women to stop being so damned nice. Start acting like men and stop caring whether they like it or not. Studies show that men use the words “please” and “thank you” far less than women. They don’t apologize for little things like existing. They are trained to be forthright and straightforward. They don’t just insist on being heard — they’ll run right over anybody (but particularly women) to make their point. Their voices don’t go up at the ends of sentences as if everything they’re saying is uncertain. They do all this because they don’t just think they’re entitled, they know they are. And they don’t give a rat’s ass if women like any of it.
Guess what. We are as entitled to everything as they are. And perhaps once we claim our rights as strong human beings whose value is not in our likeability but in our individual character, we can finally claim our rights as humans holding up half the sky.
And, I think, we’ll discover the real men in the crowd — the ones who like women just fine, whether these women care if men like them or not.