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More on women and (un)happiness

by Jillian Hewitt

I’m not the first to talk about it this week (see Gracie’s post from Monday), but I also want to address the issue of women’s happiness in light of recent media attention. Marcus Buckingham, who himself has written a book titled Find Your Strongest Life: What the Happiest and Most Successful Women Do Differently, wrote an article that appeared in the Huffington Post this week discussing the phenomenon of female unhappiness. Indeed, from 1972 to 2006 women became increasingly unhappy—and in the same time frame, came to enjoy many of the benefits of the feminist movement. As Buckingham puts it, “greater educational, political, and employment opportunities have corresponded to decreases in life happiness for women, as compared to men.” In fact, men’s happiness has steadily increased since 1972.

So what’s the deal? Would most women really rather go back to a time when society assured them that their sole calling was to be a mother and housewife? I’m sure some would, and I won’t pretend to speak for them. I’m also not going to pretend that I have any answers as to why this is the case; I just want to touch on some thoughts I have about the subject. It’s important for us to have an open discussion about this topic, especially when it may be seen as extremely damaging to the feminist movement. Because, you know, what’s the point having all these rights and opportunities and stuff if we were happier being Mrs. Cleaver? So let’s open up and take a look not only at why we might be less happy, but why (and whether) it matters that we are less happy. To be clear, there are thousands of issues I won’t address in this post, not the least of which are the possible reasons for increasing male happiness.

First, I’m going to assume that the data is accurate: Buckingham sites the United States General Social Survey but also notes that six recent, major studies from around the world have produced similar findings. So in 1972, the average woman rated her happiness as a 2.24; in 2006 she rated her happiness as a 2.17 on a scale from 1-3. But is it possible that the factors on which women based their happiness ratings have changed in the past forty years? In 1972, how many women evaluated their happiness with regards to whether they had a husband, children, and a stable income? To me it seems quite possible that women may have evaluated themselves as happy without ever really feeling fulfilled. Is it possible that the list of factors contributing to our happiness has been greatly expanded, and thus women have more awareness as to what might be “missing” from their lives?

I’d like to relate this question to a study I read this week for a class on developing countries that analyzed the results of a Gallup World Poll regarding life satisfaction. In the analysis, the author (Angus Deaton) discusses a phenomenon—that often times, those who are the worst off do not perceive their situation as it objectively is. He asserts that “People do not necessarily perceive the constraints caused by their lack of freedom; the child who is potentially a great musician but never has a chance to find out will not express a lack of life satisfaction.” I wouldn’t dare suggest that the situation of American women in 1972 is nearly as dire as the situation of the poorest of this world, but the analogy seems to hold: that often people do not fully perceive their lack of freedom, and thus do not have strong feelings of unhappiness.

But even if happiness was overstated in 1972, why hasn’t greater opportunity and freedom for women led us to have at least the same levels of happiness? Perhaps there’s something to be said for the fact that with greater opportunities, higher standards of living, etc. come more opportunities for problems: problems with our jobs, problems funding our education, problems with relationships, problems balancing motherhood and a career,…the list goes on. Maybe we just need to face up to the fact that there are simply more things to be unhappy about. But even if we are more unhappy, I would argue that we still have reason to feel more fulfilled. Even if we fail—fail to get into the school we want, fail to get the job we want, fail to find the man or woman of our dreams—we can still be grateful that we had the opportunity to do so.

This reminds me of a scene in Garden State (see it if you haven’t already) when Zach Braff’s character decides to go off his depression medication and confronts his father about their relationship. He concludes that “We may not be as happy as you always dreamed we would be, but for the first time let’s just allow ourselves to be whatever it is we are and that will be better.” So maybe we need to think about the trade-off between self-assessed, numerical “happiness” and a sense of true being—a sense of being that allows us to be unhappy for reasons that we couldn’t even have dreamt about forty years ago.

The final point I want to make is actually drawn off of a quote used by Gracie earlier in the week. She quotes Betsey Stevenson, who explains that “Across the happiness data, the one thing in life that will make you less happy is having children…Yet I know very few people who would tell me they wish they hadn’t had kids or who would tell me they feel their kids were the destroyer of their happiness.” And I think the same logic applies in light of this situation, too: maybe it’s true that our “greater educational, political, and employment opportunities” have made us less happy. But those opportunities aren’t ones that I’m willing to give back.

Who are the people in your life who make you happier? What do you have to be grateful for today?


25 thoughts on More on women and (un)happiness

  1. I’ve had an unfortunate series of fucktastic events happen between me and several friends, my new depression meds aren’t working any better than the last set of meds (pretty much not at all), and I’m all but miserable at my current job and don’t know what the fuck I want to move to from here, and my house (and poor cats) are overrun with fleas…..
    but, that job is secure enough that I can take my time finding something that will make me happy/happier. It also provides me with insurance that I desperately need right now. And I can still head to one of my favorite coffee shops and enjoy a glass of wine and a cigarette while reading. And best of all, I’ve finally gotten back on my bike and feeling the familiar ache in my legs and the joy of cruising around at night can still relax me and get my mind off my problems in a way that a lot of other things can’t right now. So yeah, I’m doing good right now.

  2. “ignorance is bliss” – the kind of dopey happiness that comes when you aren’t aware of your lack of freedom, A whole life, a conscious life, a life of ‘true being’ as you put it Jillian, isn’t so, uh happy. It’s ecstatic, wrenching, joyous, dark, it’s all of it. And I’d rather all of it, what Rosa Parks called the undivided life: sometimes just plain happy, always fulfilled.

    Very thoughtful article, thanks.

  3. What about the magnitude of the change? That is only 0.07 points on a 3-point scale (put another way, women are about 3% less happy today than in 1972). What is the margin of error? I am not convinced that seven hundredths is statistically significant (although if the study show p<0.01 I will stand corrected). And even if it is statistically significant, is a decrease of 3% actually a meaningful difference? I don't think so, personally; 3% isn't enough of a difference to get worked up about imo.

  4. Buckingham’s whole tone put me on edge, and I think this goes a good ways to helping me enunciate why that is. Trying to hang statistics on “happiness” seems pretty inherently questionable to me.

    I know that the “facts” were explicitly not discussed here, but… the statement (from Buckingham’s piece) “that in like-for-like work women and men with the same amount of work experience would be earning the same”… I can’t seem to find a discussion on pay disparity that addresses this particular claim. Any suggestions?

  5. I find these kinds of studies very suspect, and mostly as fodder for the news cycle. Women are unhappier over time by a percentage based on a simple three-point question? Any kind of subjective reporting of something as vague as one’s emotional state seems to be a really weak foundation for an argument as it is made here.

    While being treated for depression I’ve taken emotional state questionnaires which were more complex than a three point scale, and they provided at best a vague indication of where I was emotionally at various stages (and contradicted themselves at times – while severely depressed I might have rated one criterion as a 5, and a month later a 4. Not because I was sadder than before, but rather in the moment 4 seemed like the right response). How happy am I today? 1, 2, 3? I guess I’d say 2, but that doesn’t have any significant meaning to me personally.

    Also, I’d steer clear of the HuffPo for anything remotely resembling science reporting. They’re a safe haven for vaccine deniers and all sorts of unscientific claims made about health, and looking at the simple graphs in the linked story misrepresents what a study like this can tell us. Science reporting in America has been on the decline for a long time now, and the fact we’re reading about a scientific study only through the perspectives of writers who have no clear expertise to discuss these sorts of studies should suggest how much value we place on their “analysis” of the studies.

    I’d be more interested in a critique of these studies by an actual statistician and peer of the authors, and from media points like HuffPo and here discussion of why media would be invested in a story that suggests women are sad and men are happy.

  6. “I can’t seem to find a discussion on pay disparity that addresses this particular claim. Any suggestions?”

    Not really hard data, but the opposition’s claim that closing the loophole that let Lilly Ledbetter get shafted would result in a veritable landslide of company-bankrupting lawsuits from women who’ve been systematically underpaid compared to their male counterparts seems to counter the ideas that of course women make just as much as men for equal work with equal qualifications and equal commitment and that of course this has been the case for at least the last two decades.

  7. Well, I don’t want to speak for everyone, but after growing up with the mistaken impression that feminism emerged in the 60s and everyone, like, snapped to it that sexism and misogyny are BAD THINGS, and like, women are people, and then to come into adult consciousness and realize manypeople are still evil, misogynist shits still trying to degrade my human and political rights, and most of my male cohorts, the dudes I’m supposed to date, are still entitled prats infected by the backlash, and that if I get married I’m paid 30% less than men in my field, but I’m still expected to work a full day, where I listen to sexist “jokes” and watch men get credit for MY ideas, then come home and then do 80-90% of the housework, I wonder why the fuck I should be “happy.”

    Or, y’know, whatever. We just can’t handle freedom.

  8. Maybe women got a taste of the “real” world and realized it wasn’t all that. This doesn’t make me want to go back to the old days, though. It makes me want to build a better world.

  9. I’m going to question the basic assumption:

    Why is “happiness” so important, anyway?

    In previous ages, no one thought that happiness was the point of life. Living a virtuous life and carrying out the duties that came with your station in life were generally considered far more important and were how people judged others and themselves. You had your fun if and when you had the chance, and, if God chose, you might occasionally know some moments of happiness or contentment, but you didn’t expect it as a regular thing.

    In my experience (actually, in a lot of people’s, over the ages), you end up being less happy if you pursue it than if you just go on with your life and enjoy it if and when it happens. I think that, by making “happiness” the measure of a worthwhile life, we just make ourselves (and everyone around us) less happy.

    This isn’t to say that we shouldn’t defend ourselves against those who oppress us and make us (and/or others) miserable. The fact that pain and unhappiness are an inevitable part of life (one of the Great Buddist Truths?) is no excuse for adding to it (or letting someone else add to it), for not attempting to alleviate it where possible, or for not taking reasonable steps to eliminate causes of it.

    As an alternative, I would propose choosing “satisfaction” over happiness as a measure of one’s life.

    I think I wouldn’t mind being unhappy most of my life if I could feel the satisfaction of, for instance, having left the world a better place than when I found it.

    Besides, I think it would make me happy.

  10. Hmmm, I just tried to comment and it seems to have disappeared into the ether.

    Anyway, the just of what I had typed is as folows: 2.17 is a loss of about 3% happiness from the value 2.24 in 1972. Is that small magnitude of change in happiness even a meaningful change in amount of happiness? To me, it’s not really a meaningful difference, even assuming that the 0.07 point difference is statistically significant (although they’d have to have an awfully large sample size for that to be the case). If you were 3% less or more happy than last year, would you really consider this a change worthy of in-depth analysis?

  11. In the analysis, the author (Angus Deaton) discusses a phenomenon—that often times, those who are the worst off do not perceive their situation as it objectively is. He asserts that “People do not necessarily perceive the constraints caused by their lack of freedom; the child who is potentially a great musician but never has a chance to find out will not express a lack of life satisfaction.”

    I have to say I really, honestly winced at the word objective in there, because it seems to be presupposing that someone looking at someone else’s life from the outside has a better idea of what it is to be them than the person who is, er, actually living the life. To make clear where I’m coming from, there’s something extraordinarily similar to this that happens with various disabilities – that people imagine what it’s like to live with a given disability and go “oh my god, that must be so awful, their life is hell” and a person who actually has this disability responds “actually, I quite like my life all things told…” But we cannot possibly let a person be the expert on their own life!

    To get back on topic: I’ve noticed that repeated bouts with depression have led to me pretty much dropping “happiness” as one of my life goals. To my mind, happiness is uncontrollable; I can wind up feeling really well for a month and awful the next for no explicable reason, and often my activities don’t seem to have any influence whatsoever on what my mood’s going to be like. As a result, happiness is entirely the wrong goal to work for and isn’t really one of my priorities: instead, I’ll try to pursue my dreams, do everything so that at the end of my life I can look back and be proud of what I’ve achieved, and treasure the moments of happiness I get along the way.

    And maybe if I’d lived in the 60s and were currently a housewife with kids or something instead of a single grad student I’d be happier… but even if I knew it were true I would never make that trade. There are things I value higher than being happy.

  12. I think this study has actually been debunked in several places already, but I did just want to comment on this:

    This reminds me of a scene in Garden State (see it if you haven’t already) when Zach Braff’s character decides to go off his depression medication and confronts his father about their relationship. He concludes that “We may not be as happy as you always dreamed we would be, but for the first time let’s just allow ourselves to be whatever it is we are and that will be better.” So maybe we need to think about the trade-off between self-assessed, numerical “happiness” and a sense of true being—a sense of being that allows us to be unhappy for reasons that we couldn’t even have dreamt about forty years ago.

    I’ve seen Garden State, but I don’t remember this scene. Were the anti-depressants referenced for a reason, and are they relevant to the quote that follows? Because it certainly currently reads to me as though the choice to go off anti-depressants is being used as an analogy for “a sense of true being.” And as someone who takes anti-depressants I’m rather uncomfortable with and a little offended by that.

  13. And as someone who wants to rip Zach Braff’s larynx out of his throat, I suggest we do not use him or his movies to derive any sort of moral or life lesson, as he is a fool.

  14. to Zailyn- in this study, respondents were asked to rate their satisfaction with their own health. in countries with an HIV prevalence of 5% or more, rates of satisfaction were not any lower than in countries with prevalence under 5%. Clearly, there is an objective difference in the aggregate health of those who live in countries where HIV is prevalent. So i was not making any assumptions about whether people with disabilities can or cannot be satisfied with their lives. In this sense i believe the word “objectively” fits.

    to Cara- i referenced it only because it immediately precedes the quote that i used and is the reason for the discussion he has with his dad. i had absolutely no intention of connecting going off of medication with a sense of true being–i think the decision to go on or off such medication (or any medication, for that matter) is a completely personal choice that’s not to be judged/evaluated by others.

  15. Most of my points of unhappiness tend to be side effects of things that make me happy, or things that would make me happy but I haven’t managed to obtain them yet. Every silver lining has its cloud, that sort of thing.

    I.e. point of unhappiness: having automotive-mechanical knowledge and potentially a source of income stolen from me by harassment by my male classmates when I took shop classes in high school, to the point where I a) spent the entireity of those classes in a state of mortified terror and learned basically nothing, and b) decided against going to tech college to study auto mechanics because I feared that those classes would be the same, and at the time I couldn’t handle that. BUT I had the option to attend those classes in the first place, and have the option to learn those skills in the future, neither of which I would have had without the advances of feminism.

    Point of unhappiness: I am easily triggered by angst, darkfic, and sometimes canon plot in my favorite fandom, resulting in being sorta stuck in someone else’s created nightmare from some character’s perspective. And people don’t always warn for it, and occasionally the warning is descriptive enough to be triggering on its own. BUT I love that fandom, I love the stories, the fanfics, the characters, and my own ability to imagine and write—it is very, very, thoroughly worth it.

    Point of unhappiness: I am frustrated with my slow progression of skill at ceramics. But I know this will pass with more practice, and I love being able to work with clay, and I love the feeling of accomplishment when I create something beautiful.

    Point of unhappiness: I FUCKING HATE speed limits. But I love driving, even when it’s too slow.

    Of course, there’s stuff that just plain makes me unhappy (misogyny, the entrapping day-nightmares that don’t come from fandom), just as there is stuff that just plain makes me happy (daydreaming, sun-warm concord grapes right off the vine, masturbation), but I don’t at all find that freedom or the ability to seek fulfillment brings more unhappiness than happiness, although it may well provide more awareness of unhappinesses that one might otherwise not notice.

    However, if one is saying something makes one less happy but was worth doing and they wouldn’t do it any differently, they perhaps are barking up the wrong tree with the focus on happiness, or defining happiness improperly, so as to miss fulfillment. I was not happy in those shop classes, but I was more fulfilled by the pursuit of something I enjoyed doing than I would have been sitting in some other class, having accepted defeat at the hands of my misogynist classmates.

    There’s also the difficulty of finding out what to do with freedom, when one is neither educated nor empowered properly to do so, as I would argue that women are often not. But yeah, not everything that is worth doing provides an instant happiness ugrade.

  16. I am skeptical of these kinds of studies. Isn’t it true that, overall, US Americans are some of the most unhappy people? And study after study has found that “happiness” factor declining over the past several decades? Sorry I have no links (I’m just responding free-hand), but isn’t it common knowledge that US Americans have exhausted our capitalist theories, bigger is better mentality, and striving for money, materials, and so-called “Freedom” still does not bring us closer to a sense of contentment? Or even satisfaction?

    And one thing I can’t comprehend is how feminists STILL question why women are unhappy after certain battles are won, some legislature has passed, education bans have been lifted, Title XYZ is now in effect.

    I also never understood true freedom in striving for the sameness of men. The opportunities and pathways to achievement should be fair and accessible, but whoever said that joining the high ranks of education, corporate, or higher paying jobs is equivalent to more meaning? Haven’t we learned that the purpose and integrity we put into our lives – and the right to define what our self-purpose is – delivers more than any feminist movement victory could?

    If the purpose of the feminist movement – or any movement for that matter – is a truer sense of happiness, more equality, just conditions, and increased opportunity in LIFE (not just job, money, career), before we go and measure our so-called freedom and happiness, let’s take a serious look at how we’ve defined “success.”

    I think we’ll find that we need more radical envisioning of ourselves and future, and it means to be truly happy.

  17. I think the language log has a really good take on this issue http://bit.ly/1IKPqJ they debunk the reporting pretty thoroughly.

    The only thing I could possibly add to this, is that it seems ludicrous to me to blame *feminism* for women’s decline in happiness. The 1970s where the *heyday* of feminism and the feminist movement. A time at which women felt a real sense of feminist community and many were actively engaged in the feminist movement. So even if the stats were true, it seems to me to show that women are happier during the times when the feminist movement is strongest, and less happy during the times when the backlash rises to the fore. FTW with blaming feminist?

  18. Maybe it’s too many options, too little reflection. Less to do with a feminist movement, and more to do with a lack of personal reflection on the part of women. Rather than question, they’re just “doing.”

  19. You make some excellent points, especially about being allowed to “be” a la Garden State. Thank you for your thoughtful observations, they really helped me think about this survey. I wrote about my response to the survey and Maureen Dowd’s column here at Jewesses with Attitude. My post is a bit more snarky, and I admire the thoughtful tone you achieved in yours.

  20. Here’s a thought. Women are most unhappy these days because they have fought for entry into the public sphere and guess what. They’re also still expected to maintain the private sphere almost single-handedly. So after a long day of work, the woman gets to come home and do all the homemaking in addition. And if she doesn’t, she gets guilt. If she choses to stay home and do all the homemaking instead of entering the public sphere, she gets guilt. Until we force equality in the private sphere on men, equality in the public sphere (which doesn’t exist in actuality) in only half of the equation.

  21. All I know is that I deal with depression. Something that in America seems to be a sign of the times. Something in our environment is not right and missing.

    For me family and friends have been spread all over the nation by corporations\careers. It seems we all, men included sacrifice way to much for career. We all come home to our empty apartments and cut off from our communities. I want community again. It seems like even meeting other people and men has become artificial. One must join a group or do the online dating thing. One must make an effort to reach out or be left alone.alone.alone.

  22. Hello-
    Here is another one. Could it be the big dumb box that sits in our living rooms??
    Cable TV anyone?? VHS? DVD’s?
    Getting out of the house I think has a lot to do with happiness. I was so glad that everything went digital. I didn’t buy a converter box and haven’t watched TV since June 15th. Ya-hoo!!
    But now the computer age is just as bad at sucking people in and isolating them from other people. Here I sit at my computer. It’s much more informational though than a re-run of some stupid show.

    Also, men have a tendency to lie about how they feel.

  23. My son is the joy of my life.

    As for children making women unhappy, it’s not the kids, it’s other people annoying the crap out of you and being unsupportive. I mean, I’m married, am the only wage earner (part-time), only driver, only cook, do the laundry, pay all the bills (when I say ‘pay’, I of course mean I live on revolving credit, because you try doing everything for 3 people on less than $1000 a month – and I earn a good wage). Now, do all that and try to raise an 18 month old and have some sort of time to reenergize yourself on a daily basis, and good luck to you. The only difference between my work days and my off days? I don’t get paid for my off days. Hell, most of the time I don’t even get a nap.

    So, yeah, to reiterate, it’s not the baby who makes me unhappy and resentful, it’s the other so-called ‘supportive’ people in my life who are anything but, who pile on the pressure even more for reasons I can’t even begin to explain.

    Oro

    *yes, I am bitter and resentful. Thanks, family, you suck. Apart from my son, natch.

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