In my early years of loving as a lesbian and living as a femme woman in a world where nearly all rules were made by men to benefit men, I discovered ways to look like I went along with the rules even as I used the rules to resist the rules. I call that Subverting the Patriarchy. It could be good fun, and often eased the relentless pinpricks of sexism and male privilege.
For Example, Rule #2 Upends Rule #1
Way back when, I was a lowly bookkeeper in an office where all the managers were men, and all the admins were women. It was a membership organization and nearly all the clients were men. Occasionally, the clients liked to tell insidiously tasteless jokes to “the girls at the desk.”
This is Rule #1
Women must find everything men say fascinating.
1980s Workplace Corollary: “The girls at the desk” must laugh at men’s jokes or get a rep for being rude and not a team player.
So, at the second or third event where I got to be one of “the girls at the desk,” this one guy (let’s call him “Dude”) told the GATD (two women who weren’t wearing wedding rings) a joke. I don’t remember it, to tell you the truth, only how it made me feel: trapped and tired. Because it was the kind of joke that a “good” girl shouldn’t get, and yet, if called on it for being inappropriate, Dude could say “I didn’t mean it that way” and, suddenly, you’d be the one with the dirty mind.
Why trapped? Rule #1: We have to laugh. Laughing implies we understand the joke. It also means since we got the joke we’re not “good” girls, and one of the ways a woman could try to protect herself from creeps was by being a “good” girl. So, laugh at the joke and creep will keep right on creeping because you’re not a “good” girl who could mind. Complain about the joke and Dude will gaslight you into being blamed for making things awkward. (This stuff is insidious and clever, a.k.a. the patriarchy in action.)
Eyelashes Are So Useful for a Femme
What happened this time is that one of the managers (let’s call him Mr. Steve) had just wandered up, looking to schmooze with this particular Dude, who’d been in the organization a while but hadn’t attended a meeting before.
This is Rule #2
A woman must burnish a man’s ego at every opportunity.
After introductions, I told Mr. Steve all of Dude’s details. How large and complicated the facility the guy ran was, how long he’d been a member (Dude, I know who you are, and I know where you work), how he’d brought his wife along, and it was a good thing his new town car had a big trunk for her luggage (Dude, I know you are married, and I know you like that car more than you respect your wife or you wouldn’t have brought any of that up when you checked in). I ended with a sudden brainstorm: “Dude just told us a joke, he should tell it to you too.”
And I batted my eyelashes, which, folks, I have to tell you, is one of a femme’s power moves. You know how “bless your heart” can mean anything from “you are adorable,” to “you have all my sympathy,” to “boil in a pit of feces,” or some or all of those things all at once, depending on just how southern the person saying it is? Femme eyelash maneuvers are equally subtle. I got some of my mad skills from copying drag queens, but I digress.
Of course, Dude doesn’t want to repeat the joke in front of Mr. Steve and says it was nothing much. Mr. Steve takes the thoroughly flattered Dude off to schmooze with other people. Gosh, I’m sure Dude thought I was the nicest gal. After a while, Mr. Steve wanders back and asks me what the joke was, because Dude still wouldn’t tell it to him.
I told Mr. Steve I was not going to repeat it. Mr. Steve looked at me. I looked at Mr. Steve. And I fluttered my eyelashes again, this time in that special semaphore eyelash code that said “Yes, what you are thinking is obviously correct.” And Mr. Steve said, “That’s what I thought.”
Mr. Steve, you see, prided himself on being a gentleman. He opened doors, walked between a woman and traffic, and always noticed when you’d done something with your hair. He was protective of the GATD, and, bless his heart, he was what passed as a good guy in the 1980s. Though woefully imperfect, I knew he didn’t like the Dudes of the world. I had successfully moved Dude’s petty ugliness from my world to Mr. Steve’s, who had far more power than I did to do something useful. Meanwhile, I regained some equanimity.
Thirty years before #MeToo, the Mr. Steves were all we had. Women – and everyone else who was boxed in by dignity-sucking rules they had no power to change – we all did what we had to do to get on with our lives.
I Told You that Story Because It Explains This One
Anyhoo, I had realized that ample adherence to Rule #2 can completely distract from the fact that you’re not following Rule #1, or lots of the other rules. Like, say, the Must be Heterosexual Rule which I’d been breaking for years.
So that’s one small example of what I mean by “Subverting the Patriarchy” – femme style. I must say, it is particularly satisfying if Dudes don’t even know you’re doing it.
Women Help Each Other in My Stories
One of the hallmark’s of the patriarchy is keeping women from helping each other.
Then and now, Subverting the Patriarchy happens in my books every time a woman finds a way to put herself first, or helps another woman to do so. It’s especially pronounced in my latest release, the short novel Cowboys and Kisses. Both women have no economic independence. One is constrained in her dreams by familial pressure and the duties of their church. The other’s dreams run wild, but she cannot survive outside the physical cage of the bordello. They are both prisoners of isolation.
The rules of society do not allow them help each other, let alone love each other.
If you trust me as a writer, you know they find a plausible way. At least I think it’s plausible – one of my goals in the story is to leave you all feeling like these women existed.
They did what they had to do to survive. That’s one of the things that draws me to them, and I wonder what happened in the next chapter of their lives. I can guess at some of what they felt in a world where Dudes made all the rules because I’ve lived in that world too.
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Thanks for reading! You make all the difference.