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The Patriarchy Uncle: another dangerous species in the Indian ecosystem

Last time I wrote about Aunties (see blog-post: “Indian Matchmaking: why I’m so anti-Auntie“). It takes two hands to clap and that other hand clapping for Patriarchy is the hand of the Uncle. So time to dissect the Uncle now!

Definitions first…who is the Uncle?

The first thing to note is when we talk about Uncles and Aunties in Indian society we don’t mean biological uncles and aunts. Any older person like your parent’s friend is referred to as an uncle or an auntie in Indian discourse. And not all uncles and aunties are bad, indeed some are loving, awesome people. I’m talking about particular negative strains in these blog-posts. 

The Uncle is a more diverse archetype than the Auntie. It’s harder to pin down. I’m going to focus on one particular type of Uncle, and really deep-dive into three incidents that may seem mundane on the surface but are very telling upon analysis.

The uncle I want to dissect is the “Patriarchy Uncle”. The Patriarchy Uncle is one who holds down this particular tenet of patriarchy: Women, and especially younger women, are dumber than men, and especially vs older men. They do this in a number of ways.

Let’s meet Patriarchy Uncle #1…

I was visiting India in the summer when I was 18 years old, staying at an (actually related) uncle’s house. Most evenings his Indian American friend, who was there for the summer, would sit on the porch or go for walks and have long conversations about everything under the sun: economics, politics, property prices, technological trends. 

One evening, I was on a walk with them and with my cousins. They were having a discussion about self-checkout technology in retail. 

“They might introduce self check-outs in grocery stores in America in five years” the American friend said.

“That could happen in the future but it’s years out” my uncle opined.

“Actually, my local library in the UK already has self-checkout kiosks” I said, hoping to join the discussion. I was keen to correct the myth of something being that far out. I wanted to join in the conversation.

I waited for a response. They carried on the conversation literally as if they hadn’t heard what I said. And I said no more.

It’s in these types of social interactions that young women learn their worth to others. I learnt that day that to a certain group of men, it would never matter what I said. There were some men in the world who would just shut their ears as soon as a woman began talking, because she couldn’t possibly have anything to contribute. I have had a similar experience a few times now – where it has seemed my voice was literally not audible to Uncles. One time in a social group, my dad had to repeat what I had said to the group and then it was heard and appreciated. 

Let’s meet Patriarchy Uncle #2…

I was at one of my parent’s friends’ parties. There were a number of Uncles and Aunties at this cocktail party, eating samosas and pakoras. And we were sitting in a group having a discussion about where people had been recently. I was 15 at the time. “I went to India for the summer” I chimed in.

At this time of my life, I was proud for having taken a non-direct flight to India by myself and having successfully navigated the layover and of having negotiated with Air India to let me carry extra baggage of toys for donation in Patiala. It had felt like a very grown-up achievement to be able to navigate International travel by myself, and my experiences in schools had been pretty amazing, I wanted to talk about them. 

“Oh, I didn’t realize your family went to India recently” an Auntie responded.

“No, my family didn’t go. I went by myself” I said.

The group looked a bit taken aback. One Uncle looked particularly concerned.

“They don’t let children under the age of 17 travel by themselves” the Uncle said.

“Actually they do, I was 15 at the time and flew by myself” I said.

“Airlines don’t allow it. You need someone accompanying you, or they assign you someone from the airline” he said

“They didn’t assign anyone. I did the layover in Vienna by myself” I said.

“They don’t do that” he said dismissively and said no more on the topic. Neither did I. The conversation moved on to other topics.

It’s in these types of social interactions that young women learn their worth to others. I learnt that day that for a certain group of men, their opinion was stronger than my reality.

Something that I had actually done could still be argued against. What was the implication of such argument? What does it mean when an Uncle tells you that what you did isn’t possible? Logically, it can mean that they think you are lying. Or here’s the more dangerous explanation: they think you are mistaken. Mistaken about what you did or what happened to you. That’s the issue that women and particularly Indian women face all the time: deep-seated doubt around our intellects, our interpretation, our very reality. This phenomenon manifests in much more serious ways when young women get questioned about inappropriate behavior (“Are you sure that’s what he said?”; “He probably didn’t mean it that way”; “You probably just misheard”)


Their interactions with other men also serve to enforce Patriarchal beliefs. Let’s meet Patriarchy uncle #3 …

When I was around 4 years old, we used to live in Punjab, India. One day, my dad saw a posting for a job in the UK on a display board in his hospital. This occurrence has changed the course of mine and my sister’s lives – for the better, I believe. As he applied and got accepted, we packed up to leave for the UK. On one round of visits with relatives to say Goodbye, an Uncle said to him: “You’re going to the UK? Your daughter will sleep around with many men”. My dad never spoke to that man again.

My mother told me this story when I was ~20. I’d never had a boyfriend at this point. Honestly my first thought was “I should be so lucky”. But jokes apart, this story was very telling and it showed characteristics that are common among uncles:

i. Spitefulness — the Uncle’s intent to wound was clear, he didn’t mean this as a good thing

ii. Disgust, hatred and a deep-seated fear of female sexuality — the worst insult they can think of is calling a woman a “slut”. They prefer to think that only “bad” women have a sexuality, that “good” women are only objects for them to pursue, with no wants or desires of their own. [I wouldn’t say this if he hadn’t intended to hit below the belt, but since he did: you can imagine how good men like this are in the bedroom if they are so uneducated on women!]

iii. Arrogance — it shows a great deal of belief in one’s own authority for someone who has never been outside of India to make any kind of prediction about the future of a four-year old who he had and will have no hand in raising. But Uncles frequently overplay their authority on topics they should have no or very little say on.


Closing thoughts

It is telling that 12-15 years later I still remember the incidents that I was involved in (Patriarchy uncles #1 and 2), and the feeling of invisibility, of smallness that these Uncles engendered in me. I knew I was right in both of these cases, but I can understand how women are socialized into self-doubt over time through many such microaggressions accumulated over a lifetime. If everyone keeps doubting you, at some point, you start to doubt yourself. And that’s when the Patriarchy Uncles have really won. Their goal is to hold the tenet that you are dumber, inferior, and when you yourself are convinced, you’re buying a lifetime membership to the Patriarchy club.

I haven’t engaged with a Patriarchy uncle in a long time. I don’t visit the watering holes they visit. But if one came up, this time I know how to identify this archetype quickly, and this time, I’m braver and more experienced and I’m going to point out that the Emperor has no clothes.

It’s an unfair burden placed on women of color to educate people on how to interact civilly with others, but unfortunately if we don’t stick up for ourselves, no one else will. Hold onto your voices ladies, they are valuable, no matter how dismissive the Uncles and Aunties are.

 


 

*Note: I can’t remember the flight details themselves in full certainty or clarity 15 years later, but have written to the best of the memory to get the nature of the interaction across

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Emotional self-sufficiency: one individual’s definition

It was a Friday evening, where the sunset might have been beautiful, but I barely noticed, because I was in a hurry as I often was. I was running and brisk-walking (not fit enough to run the whole way) for my 7 pm appointment with my therapist.

Hurry has been a big theme in many of my blog-posts and a theme in my life sadly. For many posts, I’ve written about dating. I was in a hurry to find someone. In my career, I am in a hurry, working 70 hours a week and then some.

I didn’t have the same urgency to know myself as I did to know others. As I sat in my therapist Flora’s office, looking at her sparkly jumper, quietly judging it as an odd choice for a therapist, she asked me how things were going with my boyfriend. “We broke up” I said. She looked surprised. She knew how much he’d meant to me.


The full contents of a therapy session are personal and confidential, even for someone like me who often blogs about their personal life. But the theme of this post is a question Flora asked me in the session: “What does emotional self-sufficiency look like for you?

I was at a loss of thoughts and words. I probably had thought about it but I couldn’t remember. Or maybe I’d never thought about it because I was always so busy trying to be sufficient in my job, sufficient in my friendships, sufficient in all the tedious logistics that go into maintaining a modern life, and I’d never consciously tried to be emotionally self-sufficient myself.

I’d had the easy way out because I had a family that was very emotionally supportive and a caring network of friends. I am the type of person who messages people constantly during a day. If I see something funny, I want to share it. If I feel stressed, I whine to someone.

“I don’t want to burden people any more,” I told Flora. I didn’t want to be that daughter who couldn’t give her parents joy because 70% of the time I called them it was because I wanted to complain about things. I didn’t want to be that person who couldn’t enjoy a moment without it being shared.

I am not going to say I was acute in any form of being reliant – quite the contrary, I am actually fairly independent. I live by myself. I’ve moved house many times by myself. I fly around for work every week. I pull off insane logistical feats hopping from work to training to conference to a wedding across continents at times. I’ve been to many museums by myself, admiring exhibits at my own pace. Whilst all those things deserve credit, let’s set the bar higher – there is a difference between being superficially independent and being emotionally self-sufficient.

I’ve always preferred to have someone with me. Once when I was wondering around Denver Art museum by myself, I felt myself pining for company. There have been many times in my life when I’ve needed a break, wanted to go on holiday, had the destinations in mind, and not gone because I don’t want to go by myself.

So what is emotional self-sufficiency? As I reflected long after having left Flora’s office, I came up with 4 key elements:

  1. The ability to enjoy a moment by yourself without wishing someone else was there with you
  2. The ability to choose who you interact with and when
  3. The ability to console yourself when you are feeling down
  4. The ability to accept the hard truths of life

  1. The ability to enjoy a moment by yourself without wishing someone else was there with you

I enjoy a good mural. I’ve enjoyed many a mural by myself. But you’ll notice that those murals have often ended up on Instagram, shared with hundreds of people. I’ll be honest – the desire to write a blog, the amount I post on Instagram, Facebook – are all manifestations of my inability to savor a moment that isn’t shared.

Some people post to show off, I post for the feeling of shared experience it gives me. Social media gives people an artificial sense of connection, a feeling of not being lonely. That’s why it’s powerful stuff and valued at $Billions.

The exercise I set myself now is: To go somewhere, do something magical, and not share it with anyone. Not tell anyone, not post about it. Just live with it as my gift to myself. It all sounds very poetic – but it’ll be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done if I pull it off (and you’ll never know if I do!)

2. The ability to choose who you interact with and when

“There are some people I want to tell in all the detail about the break up” I told Flora, “but there’s some friends I can’t even bear to tell because I feel they’ll be secretly happy”.

Despite all the raving about how many friends we all have and pontification and assertion around “well if they were a real friend…”, friendship in its purest form is a very high bar and a scarce resource as precious as diamonds. There are many people in your life who you hang out with frequently, enjoy brunch and gossip with, but they redeem themselves from your personal failures because it makes them feel better about themselves. There are many people who are wedded to painful narratives that involve all things failing and so when you fail you confirm their narrative and create cognitive consonance for them.

Among a certain breed of people, the ones who are in and out of relationships constantly (me??),  there is a group narrative that forms a la Sex and the City that something lasting isn’t possible. The narrative says that in every partner and relationship are red flags or landmines just waiting to go off and blow the whole thing up. As much as I love that deep yet toxic show, these are the men and women who I didn’t want to talk to in any depth.

Then there were friends who came to me from a place of genuine concern and love, friends with whom our friendship is underpinned on a long-term commitment for us to be there for each other through thick and thin until the end of our lives here. Those are the friends who had a different narrative in their head for me, a narrative of hope. Those are the friends for whom I was an open book.

“Isn’t that a big part of being self-sufficient? Knowing who to interact with when?” asked Flora. I nodded, it most definitely was.

3. The ability to console yourself when you are feeling down

For major decisions, one of my favorite things to do is to call people for advice. I think it’s one of the healthiest practices – more information enables fewer assumptions and better decision-making. Diverse perspectives are valuable –  if what you are doing by seeking others is information/perspective- gathering.

If your “advice” calls are actually about people consoling you, you’re a) a drain on other people and b) putting yourself in a weak position in life.

External consolation is a drug. If the supply is cut off, you can go through a lot of pain. External consolation goes hand in hand with external attention. Needing attention beyond a limit can be symptomatic of a lack of self-love and self-respect.

So the first step to consoling yourself is loving yourself. Forgiving yourself for past mistakes, forgiving yourself for not being perfect at present. I recommend this book I read ages ago called “Love yourself like your life depends on it” by Kamal Ravikant.

Society often misinterprets self-love as ego. Self-love and ego are related but different, and I think many of us suffer from too much ego and too little self-love. As independent as the concept of self-esteem seems, I disagree with those that interpret self-esteem to derive solely from self. One would be delusional to think highly of oneself if everyone around you thought you weren’t that great. Instead, I think self-esteem can be cultivated through hanging out with people who will see the good in you without being “yes” men/women. This means the people you are friends with, who you date and who you work with are key to your self-esteem. 

One of the greatest gifts that my last relationship gave me was more of an ability to love myself. With the backdrop of our human culture, self-love is hard, especially for women. Women are constantly told we’re not good enough, not attractive enough. We have so much to fix via smiles, fashion, manicures, hairstyles, hair coloring, anti-wrinkle cream etc. The men out there who love women for who they are and not what they look like are few and far between. I was fortunate to have dated one of them long enough for him to positively impact my self-esteem.

The second step I find is just putting things into perspective all the time through logic. 2 key logic arguments are most helpful:

  • You have more choice than you think

As I was talking to Flora about how overwhelmed I was with all the things in my life, I realized 80% of them were by choice. I had enrolled myself in the rat race I was in. It wasn’t forced upon me to say “yes” to many of the extra-curricular stuff I was doing at work, I had chosen to take on speaking engagements etc. because I had wanted to…it would take a while to ramp down but I could turn off the tap of stress when I wanted to.  

  • Don’t sweat the small stuff….and it’s all small stuff

My last boyfriend was an aerospace engineer. On our second date, I’d looked into his big blue eyes as he talked about Mars and a hypothetical scenario of streaming a football game from Earth and how long it would take for someone on Mars to know a goal was scored on Earth.

I’d always found space comforting, the concept of a big Universe, the unknown, possibilities, grandeur beyond the stretches of my imagination. Complexity beyond what I could ever fathom. Many amazing things in life are paradoxical – thinking about the universe was exhilarating and comforting at the same time.

Whenever you have problems, sometimes zooming out to the hundreds of millions of years of Earth history, and the fact that Earth is a tiny speck in the Universe can help you realize: it’s all small stuff

4. The ability to accept the hard truths of life

“I don’t accept his death” I told a friend 2 years back about my grandfather’s passing once. It had been about 2 years since he had passed away at the time. My friend was confused on what to say. My granddad had clearly died. And here I was plain and simple saying that I did not accept it. What did that even mean? It was like saying I didn’t accept that the sky was blue. I wasn’t at a mad hatters tea party… but I kind of was.

I have lived in similar forms of denial all of my life. Everyone has. My last boyfriend gave me feedback that sometimes I was acting entitled. “I don’t know why you feel entitled to a high-paying job that isn’t much work, that let’s you do something deeply meaningful and good for the world, that job doesn’t exist. And you feel entitled to a house in the most expensive property market in the world.”

An easy life doesn’t exist, and yet many of us feel entitled to it.

We’re so disappointed when things are going wrong like parents ageing or falling sick, siblings that we fall out with, relationships that fall apart, unemployment, injustice in the world.

At some point, to be emotionally self-sufficient you have to accept some fundamental truths:

  • Life is hard. As the Buddha said hundreds of years ago as his first truth: “Life is suffering”
  • Life isn’t equally hard for everyone because life isn’t fair – outcomes vary massively among all organisms and people don’t get what they “deserve”. The number one rule of the universe is randomness
  • Some problems have no solutions/acceptance is the solution which is very hard to get to
  • Death is irreversible

As we grow older we start to accept #1 because we accumulate more heart-breaking experiences like personal failures, breakups, deaths, tragedies and hardships.

But what holds us back from being emotionally self-sufficient is we constantly look at others (and mostly on Instagram which isn’t even an accurate representation of anyone’s life) and say ‘Oh but that person has it so easy, they were born rich and don’t have to worry about money’ or ‘Well lucky that person traveling around the world with their partner’ because we haven’t accepted the painful truth #2 that life isn’t fair.


So that’s what emotional self-sufficiency means to me, what does it mean to you?


Notes

*Flora is not my therapist’s real name. Below are some articles I read AFTER writing this blog-post (the order there is critical 🙂 )

References

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/out-the-darkness/201303/self-sufficiency-essential-aspect-well-being

Becoming Emotionally Self-Reliant

https://www.bustle.com/articles/147230-6-ways-to-be-more-self-sufficient-independent

There is a difference between self-sufficiency and being cut off from the world. This article is a helpful reminder to not take self-sufficiency too far either:

http://www.smallgreensprouts.com/itrsquos-time-to-end-the-myth-of-emotional-self-sufficiency.html

My fav quote from it: “No-one makes it alone. And no-one—unless they’re the sole survivor of a plane crash in a jungle—should even try”

http://www.thelawofattraction.com/become-self-reliant/

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