More male-oriented thoughts for people to chew over (or chew up and spit out, as appropriate!)
This is an abridged version of a post over on my “A Femanist View” blog, feel free to read the whole self-obsessed rambling over there, if you can bear it…
I’d like to talk about two instances in my life that stay particularly strongly in my mind, where I found myself to be in female-only environments (or, more accurately, environments in which I was the only male in a group).
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I offered to write press reports for the local women’s soccer team, so I pretty much followed the team and its exploits throughout the season, sending in my submissions to the local newspaper and generally only seeing my work printed when my home team won their matches.
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Eventually, they invited me to join in their after-match celebrations in the clubhouse bar, and that was when I felt I entered into the world that was theirs: dominated by them, their rules went, and I was the only man.
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The women put me under intense scrutiny the first time I was invited in, testing me to make sure that I could pass muster as “one of the girls” and, I think, that I wasn’t going to bring any unwelcome male attitudes into their safe space. They were very confident of their territory, their ground and their right to govern this social space.
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It felt like, “Check your male privilege at the door, you can collect it when you leave.”
For the record, I didn’t have a problem with that, and once I passed all the tests, I was cautiously welcomed as an equal as long as I always “checked my male privilege at the door”. Friendships then developed and I had a good time with them.
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[Studying theology at ‘A’ level] Yours truly was the only male in sight. 6 students, of which I was the only boy. All the teachers in the first year of study were women.
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This group did not have the same aggressive, “check your privilege”, “this is our space you’re in now” attitude, because I was there when the group was formed out of all the people in my year group who wanted to study theology. Nevertheless, the group was defined much more by its female contingent than it was by its male contingent as we negotiated our common space. It meant that I had to adapt to them, more than them adapting to my male privilege. I think it helped that all of us were in the group because we liked arguing about philosophy, ethics and religion (this was no Christian indoctrination “theology” class, everything was put under scrutiny!) Everybody had common grounds for discourse, and none of us were shy about putting across our points of view, which meant that we were all able to demand (and obtain) the respect of our peers in the group – making us able to assert our equality. It was, however, different from being in groups of similarly confident people, where there were more than one male present, and to be honest I don’t know why (we’re talking about over a decade ago now). I’d certainly welcome thoughts from people on the matter.
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Doing without privilege, even for just an hour or two, was challenging for someone who had always had it in some shape or form. However, it was also invigorating, and a more fulfilling experience. I am no fan of thrusting values of “you’ve got to get out and LIVE!” on people (like some extreme sports enthusiasts seem to do), but I think when it comes to genuine equality, I would like to make an exception. And besides, it’s not an extreme sport to live with equality. It’s just living without excessive padding.
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I’ll just add an addendum here, not on the original post: I suppose the fact that I could return to my privilege afterwards meant that I still retained some privilege; it may be that the women never stripped all my privilege from me, either. But there was a definite difference in status between when in was in those groups and when I met the same people in other circumstances.