It still comes as a surprise to me to realise my perspective on many aspects of life have changed over the years. I’m also reminded that much of what I comprehend about the society in which I live is viewed differently by others. Some nuances are so subtle that it is only now in hindsight and because they are topics of debate today that I realise I did not understand let alone appreciate some social norms I grew up with.
One of these is gender roles. I completely failed to recognise that society had different expectations of men and women. It even baffled me why certain types of attire were considered appropriate for one gender but not the other. But it was the more subtle expectations for both men and women that I failed to pick up on and was oblivious of their existence.
I grew up in an era where most families could live in moderate comfort on a single income and virtually every household had a stay at home parent while there were children in their care. It never occurred to me that the reason most households had a stay at home mother and not a stay at home father was primarily due to social expectations and not a matter of choice negotiated between the parents.
Prior to my teen years, I adopted whatever behaviour and role I felt suited me, and being unaware of social expectations, I simply took on aspects that today would be viewed as gender nonconforming or nonbinary. Starting in my early teens I had most of this adaptation knocked out of me as I became aware of the negative views many held about me, and especially by acts of violence that I thought I had provoked merely by being different from the norm. I wasn’t fully cognisant of the disapproval being gender biased. Instead I had an understanding that it was not acceptable for me, as an individual, to exhibit such behaviour without understanding why.
It wasn’t until my mid twenties when it dawned on me that there were oh so subtle ways that societies place different expectations on men an women. The first occurred on my honeymoon when my new mate prostrated herself in front of me promising to be a good and obedient wife. To say that I was surprised is an understatement. I was shocked and appalled. I made it very clear that I was expecting an equal partner, not a servant. I later learnt that she was just as shocked at my response, but pleasantly so. Admittedly her culture had (and still has) more clearly defined gender roles, but it’s only a matter of degree, not that it was absent in my own culture.
The second occurred after I grew a beard in the mid 1970s when they were far less common than now, but more often worn by men of privilege. I didn’t grow it as a sign of masculinity or as a fashion statement, but because I loathed shaving and having very wavy hair, ingrown hairs were an all too often painful fact of life. Overnight the way both men and women responded to me changed – especially those who did not know me personally. It was quite an eye opener.
Both genders tended to be more polite to me but in different ways. Men tended to treat me as an equal or as someone slightly more “knowledgeable” than themselves. I was also assumed to be older than I was. Women on the other hand tended to display a sightly more subservient role in my presence as if somehow the beard gave me more authority. I felt even more uncomfortable in the company of others than ever before – both men and women.
The reason I was prompted to write this post was that I heard a song this morning that was a favourite of mine in the late 1960s. It has always brought a lump to my throat and a little water to the eye. It reminded me so much of the relationship between my parents who had so much respect and love for each other, although rarely expressed in the presence of others. I’ve always viewed the words as an expression of love by an equal partner, but when I now hear the answer to “what should I want from life?” in the last verse, the answer makes me somewhat uneasy. There’s an implication that one’s worth as a woman is measured by having a loving spouse. Or am I reading too much into the lyrics?
I have loved me a man, like my momma did I have loved me a man. Tall and tender, his hands like my daddy's were With a mind that understands And the arms that held me when I would cry The lips that kissed away my tears They're a part of the man that my momma loved And I have loved me a man I have wed me a man, like my momma did I have wed me a man I can still feel the warmth of the words he said He held my heart tied in his hands And in the morning I would wake by his side And wonder what I could have done To be loved by a man like my momma loved And I have loved me a man I would bear him a child, like my momma did I would bear him a child She'd be gentle and sweet, like my momma was I'd watch her grow and in a while She'd ask me momma what should I want from life And I would tell her with a smile Just be loved by a man like your momma loved And I have loved me a man And I have loved me a man
22 Mar, 2021 at 7:26 pm
That’s interesting, good post! I think Allison Durbin looked up to the relationship of her parents and therefore wanted the same for herself and her own daughter. It’s sweet yes, wishing your child to find happiness that way. But it’s true that you can’t really decide for your daughter how to find that happiness; perhaps she’s aleady fine on her own, or it’s a woman that she wants to spend her life with. I don’t know this is just me thinking about it, but I see your point!
23 Mar, 2021 at 1:59 pm
My brother once told me that everyone is nicer to him when he wears a beard. I’ve bearded up on a handful of occasions (I can grow a really good beard) and never saw anything different from anyone. Possibly he subconsciously acts differently when he has a beard. Or maybe my beard makes me act like a jerk. It’s always itchy enough to.
23 Mar, 2021 at 2:24 pm
My beard grows significantly faster and more dense that what remains on the top of my head. As I dislike haircuts and beard trims, it may be up to 6 months between visits to the barber, although the wife usually starts applying pressure at less than 3 months. Anything longer than that our grandchildren start calling me Santa.
Beards, are now very common here, so the deference that I once noticed is no longer there. On the other hand, If I leave my hair and beard to grow for 6 months, I notice that others start to become a little wary of me. Whether they should or not, people do judge you by their first impression of you.