… this very short film, directed by Sam Taylor-Wood, voiced by Dame Judi Dench and starring Daniel Craig, tells us so much about where women are in 2011. We’ve come a long way, baby – but there’s still so far to go.
I love (actually, maybe “love” is too strong – OK, I’m “interested in”) the way that Mad Men’s Betty Draper is now being used by picture editors as visual shorthand to illustrate articles referring to, variously, housewives, stay at home mums and ladies who lunch.
(Similarly, photos of Joan now inevitably accompany an article about “curvy figures”.)
Dr. Catherine Hakim’s recently published report – Feminist Myths and Magic Medicine: The Flawed Thinking Behind Calls for Further Equality – which concludes that mainstream feminist thinking is defective and that the UK government should stop trying to promote it (there’s an accurate, if somewhat right wing summary of her arguments here in this Daily Telegraph article) and that women tend to marry for money rather than love – has caused a rash of newspaper reports, published from London to Sydney and (probably) all points between – and the two highlighted here both feature lovely photos of the former Mrs Draper, as does a recent article along similar lines in Grazia.
Tanya Gold’s piece in the Guardian:
“Inequality between the sexes is not a big deal any more, a new study tells us. That is only true if you are happy for women to have less than men …”
“ … based on a weird, Mad Men themed dream she had on Boxing Day …”
Female writers across the world have decided that actually, it’s OK to want to marry for money, to not have your own career or income and to stay at home, surrounded by items from Cath Kidston and Emma Bridgwater (ironically, two women who manage to be married and have their own eponymous businesses). And of course, yes, it is fine, I suppose. But this lifestyle framework is surely only OK if there’s someone to fund it – and what happens if that someone isn’t there anymore – either through death, divorce, a change in their own or their employer’s financial circumstances?
(This rather gloomy article from 2008 suggests a potential increase in divorce due to the credit crunch, with:
“… about 80 percent of those surveyed believe that the turmoil — and lower bonus payments — will prompt more women to seek a divorce before their husbands’ wealth evaporates further.” )
Obviously, nobody goes into marriage or life as a stay at home mum thinking “one day we’ll split up or he’ll lose all his money in some huge, unprecedented global melt down and then what will happen to me?”.
“Fourteen years ago, I “opted out” to focus on my family. Now I’m broke.”
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In other news … the flyer I designed for Educators’ Trust India has now been printed up and is ready for use – if you’d like to see what they’re giving out to tourists in Goa in order to raise awareness of the issues of child poverty and of the need for literacy programmes, you can take a look and download a copy from my freelance writing site, Collaborative Lines.
One of the books I’ve read and particularly enjoyed (on my Kindle!) since arriving here in Goa has been Sanjeev Bhaskar’s account of his trip around India in 2007. A second generation British born Indian, Bhaskar had visited the country many times as a child on family holidays, but decided to return (with a BBC film crew in tow) and see the modern India at around the time that the country was celebrating 60 years of independence. He specifically wanted to see the area of the Punjab from where his family had fled at the time of Partition; they were Hindus, living in an Indian village which became, overnight in August 1947, part of the newly created Muslim state of Pakistan and so they left their homes and became part of the Hindu Diaspora migrating to India – passing on their way hundreds of thousands of Muslims making the same journey in reverse.
Other books (I particularly recommend Indian Summer: The Secret History of the End of an Empire by Alex von Tunzelman, which I blogged about here earlier this year) cover the politics and history of this turbulent and tragic period of Indian history in more detail and context, but Bhaskar’s wonderful book provides a human story and brings it alive – he’s a fine writer.
“… those of us born as second generation Indians in England are the children of Partition – it’s odd to think that without that tumultuous moment of upheaval 60 years ago, my family might never made the journey that brought my sister and me into being as the modern Britons we are today.”
A favourite feature of the Kindle is the way in which you can clip and mark sections of your books as you read them, and I did this a lot with Sanjeev Bhaskar’s India. When he described India as:
“ … a country that breaks your heart in a new way every day … fractures you in ways you didn’t even realise you could be broken …”
… it very much resonated with me. I had my heart fractured the other day when I met Jyoti and her friend Anita on the beach. It was about 4.30pm and I was just considering packing up and heading back for a shower, when a shadow fell across my sun lounger. I looked up to see a small girl holding a large basket filled with newspaper wrapped twists of peanuts and packets of crisps. Just as the words “no, thank you” were forming on my lips, she laid the basket down and asked, very politely, if she could please have some water?
(This happens a lot on the beach, and I usually buy an extra bottle of water for the kids whenever I buy one for myself).
Of course, I said and handed it over. To my surprise, she didn’t drink the water, but instead put the bottle down, and removed first a plastic bag and then several layers of grimy, bloodied newspaper from her right foot. She then poured the water all over her foot, and attempted to clean it up with fresh newspaper. When I asked what she had done to her foot, she showed me a deep gash in her sole – a cut which looked dirty and inflamed; a cut which would have any one of us at the doctor, asking for stitches and antibiotics. She had cut her foot on a piece of metal (“I think, from a boat?”) whilst walking on the beach and of course, was unable to keep it either clean or sterile. All she could do was keep it covered with her improvised bandage and hope it healed.
Her name is Jyoti and she is 11 years old. I felt very helpless, but I helped her to first clean her foot with some of my baby wipes and to then dress it with Savlon from my capacious beach bag. She then re-wrapped it with fresh newspaper and a different plastic bag; I bought her a sandwich and a Fanta, which both disappeared in an instant. Whilst all this was going on, her friend Anita (12) appeared with her matching basket of goods and showed great concern as to the state of poor Jyoti’s foot. At no point did either of them attempt to sell me anything or to ask me for money; they just seemed grateful for the rest in the shade of my beach umbrella and for the food and drink. I bought Anita a Coke and gave them my remaining fruit (scrupulously divided between them both by Anita) and a bottle of water each.
“Do you go to school?” I asked, almost knowing the answer.
“Yes!” said Anita, proudly. “School is good. Better than beach. But in Karnataka, not here. When we are here, we must work.”
Further questioning elicited the fact that they each travel with their families to Goa every October and work on the beach during the season – so until May. They then return to Karnataka and attend school for almost 6 months, before taking a 19 hour bus journey back to Goa, back to the beach.
Jyoti was clearly in some pain at this time, and she curled up on an adjacent sun bed and went to sleep. Anita, older, more confident and chatty, told me the somewhat amazing story that she is one of SEVEN sisters and one younger brother. She, her parents and sisters all travel to Goa to work, but her brother remains at home with an aunt so that he can continue his education.
Further proof of the (lack of) esteem in which girls and their education are held in this huge, bewildering, heartbreaking country. Here’s the last word from Sanjeev:
“India remains a dizzying edifice of extremes. Goddesses are worshipped and women have occupied the most powerful positions in the land, and yet it is a male-dominated society. It is the largest democracy in the world and yet a significant proportion of the population are illiterate. The wealth divide between the ‘haves’ and the ‘have nots’ is increasing dramatically as India becomes a global player. The destitute number almost 500 million – and that’s a hell of a lot of ‘have nots’.”
Lots of stuff in the media about India this week, primarily in the wake of the Obamas’ visit to Mumbai and Delhi.
Two wildly different stories caught my eye and reminded me of the contrasts which exist in this huge, disparate country.
On the one hand, we have the fabulously charismatic Michelle Obama (for once, with those great arms all covered up) meeting street children in Mumbai, dancing and playing hopscotch. I defy anyone to look at this filmed footage of her dancing with the children (see how they’ve really got those Bollywood moves nailed!) and not raise a grin:
… meanwhile, across the country in Bhopal, we learn that:
“Tycoon Rajesh Jethpuria has installed an ATM at his home in Bhopal, India – so his shopalcoholic (sic) wife never runs out of cash …”
I fly to Mumbai a week today – and I am so looking forward to seeing Renuka and the children at Rainbow House for the first time since February.
There’s been a degree of press coverage of late around the suggestion, as put forward by Viviane Reading, who heads up equality and equal rights in her role as the European Union’s Fundamental Rights’ Commissioner, that European companies may soon be forced to implement a system of gender quotas at board level.
Predictably, the Confederation of British Industry have responded to this with horror, thus:
“… the best and most sustainable way to promote diversity in the boardroom is by selecting candidates from as wide a talent pool as possible, and by making appointments based on merit.”
Well, yes. This is true. But, given that this “best and most sustainable way” doesn’t seem to be happening of its own free will, how about a bit of a push?
Julia Gillard (@JuliaGillard) is now following your tweets (@TheGenderBlog) on Twitter.
The BBC are reporting, as of this Saturday evening UK time, that it’s going to be a hung parliament in Australia, much as we’re currently enjoying here. Nail biting stuff.
(If you’re following it on Twitter too, #AusVotes is a good hashtag).
Tomorrow sees a general election in Australia, and the two main parties are currently neck and neck at the polls.
Julia Gillard, Australia’s first female Prime Minister, is facing a fight to the finish with conservative coalition leader Tony Abbott. Ms Gillard became Prime Minister in June after ousting her predecessor, Kevin Rudd.
But reports say that she faces a backlash at the ballot box over a range of issues, including the way she replaced Mr Rudd as head of the Labor party and her policy directions on climate change and immigration.
If the Labor party, currently just ahead in the polls at 52%, does lose the election, what will this mean for Gillard’s career? Will she be left to carry the can and blamed for the loss? Or will there be an appreciation for the political status quo that she inherited so recently, at a time when the Labor Party’s popularity was sliding in the opinion polls?
Apparently, say the BBC, Kevin Rudd “surrendered without a fight” after realising that his support amongst government colleagues had collapsed.
That sounds like a poison chalice of a job to me – in fact, it sounds like the roles described by researchers at the University of Exeter in their paper a few years ago as the “glass cliff”, in which they suggest that senior women are:
“… more likely than men to find themselves in positions associated with a high risk of failure and are correspondingly precarious. … A female candidate is overwhelmingly favoured if the opening is described as difficult and involving a high risk of failure.”
The paper, entitled “The Glass Cliff: Evidence That Women Are Over-Represented in Precarious Leadership Positions”, summarises the glass cliff position as follows:
- While men are given safer and more secure jobs, women at all levels often feel that they have been “set up to fail”;
- Such leadership roles can lead to increased stress for women leaders, and can contribute to larger numbers of women departing senior management positions;
- Glass cliffs may also have repercussions for organisations, leading to poor communication and decision making
The research, conducted in 2005 and updated in 2007, was conducted across a range of sectors which included business, the law and, crucially here, politics. Significantly, Julia Gillard was not handed the role of Labor Party leader/first female Prime Minister, but actively sought it out – so in that regard, the concept of being appointed to a doomed, risky role does not apply to her.
However, should her party lose at tomorrow’s election, the blame will undoubtedly be laid at her door and you don’t have to be psychic to predict that there’ll be a media firestorm suggesting that the Aussie electorate didn’t vote for her due to her gender, and/or because they didn’t want to have an elected (as opposed to an appointed) female Prime Minister.
Whilst, as outlined here in this guest blog for Catalyst, Australia does have a relatively high proportion of high profile, successful women in senior political roles, the amount of media attention focussed on Gillard over the last two months has been intense and has been largely centred on her gender and personal life.
So, irrespective of whether she strode to the cliff edge herself or was parked there – I see that Australia’s first female Prime Minister is poised on the edge of the glass cliff at the moment – and only the Australian electorate can keep her there or send her tumbling over the precipice.
However, on a lighter note, just as we had Paul the Octopus making (ultimately) successful forecasts during the World Cup last month, Australia now has psychic crocodile Dirty Harry making election predictions. Of course, given that crocodiles are a bit more vicious and unpredictable in their behaviour than are our eight legged “friends”, the selection protocol is a bit more feral: this time, Harry has to indicate the electoral winner by lunging for some raw chicken hanging below images of Gillard and Abbott.
Watch the video link here to see who he picks – and may the best crocodile win tomorrow.