In today's context, what does it mean to “identify as”, more than just to “be”, a woman? I can only talk from the cisgender perspective. And that is the one thing I can categorically adhere to. But everything else that is defined by our hugely patriarchal, vastly limiting and increasingly annoying perceptions of what entails a woman, is something that I have chosen to defy for most of my life.
So, as a woman, who am I? A daughter? A wife? A mom? Are we defined merely by our relationships, because patriarchy says a woman's identity can only come from a man? Surely I am all of these, but I am also none of these.
I am a very grateful daughter to wonderful parents, who for the most part, let me be myself. But I don't feel so grateful when brahminical bullshit raises its ugly head to treat women as outcasts. I am a very happy partner in a relationship that has given us the freedom to evolve, without limiting each other because of our respective genders. But I am not so happy when others choose to look at me merely as someone's wife or a +1. I am a very fulfilled mother of six four-legged feline children (and many more that have come and gone). And I have chosen, with my own free will, to not have any human children. Because that kind of “mother” is simply not who I am.
Although my life and my choices come from privilege, there is everyday sexism, internalised misogyny and religious patriarchy that I continue to face. For instance, I am an introvert and I don't do very well in groups or group activities. But I was shunned in one of my jobs, by the women no less, because I wouldn't go out shopping or sit for hours shooting the breeze. For instance, every time a bunch of us go out for beers, the glasses are always placed in front of the men, whether they have ordered them or not. For instance, the time when my husband was offered to test drive our friend's car and it didn't even occur to the friend that I could drive it too. More so because I am a great driver and I have driven for way longer than my husband ever has. For instance, on multiple occasions when families met, women were asked to go mind the kitchen and the kids, while the men wanted to drink. I don't have kids, I don't like cooking, I want to drink too, so where do I fit in? For instance, when an aunt-in-law said “in our houses, we don't let the boys do any house work” and proceeded to clear their plates. The only way I could react was with a soiled facepalm. For instance, when my husband was asked very sympathetically how he lives with a wife who doesn't cook a smorgasbord of dishes. Just like how I live with a husband who doesn't cook at all? For instance, when an acquaintance constantly self-censors his words because women shouldn't hear them, and in the same breath sends Happy Women's Day wishes. For instance, the innumerable times I have been asked to not touch things when I am menstruating, or when I was asked to pray for my husband's long life. I don't follow religious practices simply because of how ridiculous they are.
Every one of these instances may sound like I am making a mountain out of a molehill. That all they need is a “tsk tsk” before being permanently brushed under the carpet. The problem is, every one of these instances came from privileged circumstances – comments made or habits followed by high net-worth, modern, liberal individuals. And if we don't call them out for what they are, how do the marginalised even stand a chance in a fight for rights?
The problem is, we have all been indoctrinated into believing that our issues are so small that they don't deserve a voice, irrespective of their magnitude. But where does a mere offence cross the line into becoming oppressive? When do multiple happenstances suddenly start looking like harassment? When does a prank turn into a show of power? How long should we tolerate inequality, before we are obliterated into insignificance?
The problem is, quite often, a lot of us will turn defensive when we hear accusations. “It was not meant to be discriminatory”, “It just happened inadvertently”, “we were not aware that what we did was sexist”. In this world of information overload, what stops you from being aware? What stops you from questioning your upbringing/ your beliefs and changing them when necessary? What stops you from being mindful of every action, every day? Become aware. Act advertently (even if that word doesn't exist). Or take the accusations.
Clearly our attitudes are not gender-based. There are female sexists, male feminists, women who objectify other women, men who believe that women's lib isn't subjective, women who alienate women for being different, men who alienate women for being themselves – the world has all kinds of everyone. Which is exactly the point. Why then, should our opinions, judgements, or our entire belief-systems be gender-based? Why can't the world see women for who they are – some who don't gossip, some who love idle chit-chat, some who cherish their femininity, some who relish their whiskeys and cigars, some who are great moms, some who are great bosses, some who swear by their cooking, some who love to swear, some who hate pink, some who like porn, and ALL of whom are never ever told to act like a lady? Because it's just a nicer world when individuality trumps gender.