I have a little brother and I want him to be an ally to feminists, at the very least. He’s at that age where he’s discovering the ladies, and the ladies are discovering him, and it’s important for me that there isn’t any sexist bullshit going down. Unfortunately, some of his friends are all about the sexist bullshit, which means that when Big Sister (me) rides into town, she has her work cut out for her.
Baby Brother: If she’s seeing anyone else, I’ll have to kick that guy’s ass!
Natalia: Mmmkay… Do you really think that she’d like that? Or that it would solve anything?
BB: Not really. But I have to! To preserve my reputation!
N: That’s not the kind of reputation you want. An intelligent girl won’t go for that.
BB: But I have to prove myself!
N: You can prove yourself by being nice and polite and chilled-out.
BB: But I’m a man!
N: And your point is? Look, if your friends are giving you advice on this, please observe how many of them have girlfriends. That’s right, zero. No one wants to deal with a dude who has something to prove.
BB: True. But you’re female, you don’t know what it’s like.
N: We’re not exempt from peer pressure, I’ll have you know. Respect the female. Her life is no less complicated than yours. Just because some dumbass commercial is telling you that a woman’s greatest ambition is a platinum wedding ring and and a good household detergent doesn’t make it true. Read Anna Akhmatova! Lesya Ukraiinka! Women with inner worlds! Caught up in the struggles of their time!
BB: I read them in school already, sheesh. Anyway, I take it you want to be just like them?
N: If my entire body of work will one day equal a single one of Akhmatova’s poems on the grand cosmic scale, I will die a happy woman.
BB: Good luck with that. Let’s play video games.
N: Only if they’re violent enough to take our minds off actual violence.
BB: Mom doesn’t like me playing those.
N: Foiled again!!! *grudgingly* Maybe mom has a point.
Being a feminist big sister means trying to set a good example. I currently earn more than my boyfriend, which is something that he is comfortable with. I keep stressing that at the dinner table. All the talk about my amazing earning prowess makes me look like an asshole, but I’m willing to take one for the team.
I also try not to isolate my brother from his friends. As much as I think some of them suck, they are his peers, and his choice. You can’t force an agenda on anyone, even a really good agenda. The most you can do is provide words of encouragement and support. And the occasional “that’s not awesome in the least!” comment.
I am naturally inclined to believe that my brother is one of the best people on the planet. He’s a kind, gorgeous, excellent boy who loves cats and football and Sherlock Holmes, and I want his life and his relationships to be glorious. I am often anxious about what I can and cannot do to help him out. Because I am his sister, I do not set the rules. I can only give advice (and occasionally have shouting matches with my mother over what is and isn’t appropriate… what can I say? My brother and I have a big age gap, which makes me all kinds of maternal towards him, pissing off mom in the process).
I have to deal with the fact that “feminism” is an even dirtier word in Ukraine (where my brother presently resides) than it is in the States, and that my brother may very well never associate with it out loud, instead being a male version of one of those, “I’m not a feminist, but…” folks. I have to deal with the fact that one day he may turn around and say, “that was all stupid, and a head-trip, and you suck.” Hell, I have to deal with the very special fact that my brother may get teased over having a sister such as myself – especially now that I live in the Middle East, since Ukrainian women who move here are looked upon as “whores.” And so it goes.
Are you a feminist sibling? What’s your relationship with your brother(s) or sister(s) like? Weird? Easy? Somewhere in between? How do you share your feminist beliefs in a family setting?
I’m curious.