The Burden of Womanhood

With the murder of Mahsa Amini and the subsequent Iranian protests taking the world by a storm, many people have spoken up not only against forced hijab but also against hijab bans, like those in France. Whenever an oppressive law is put in place that affects women, the explanation given is always that men want to control them. And in a way, that makes sense. It’s not hard to find men who want to control their wives, sisters, and even mothers. And while that’s not necessarily an incorrect interpretation of what’s happening, it’s also not the full picture.

I live in a conservative Arab country. I don’t think I have to mention the downsides to this, but an upside, if you could call it that, is a better understanding of misogyny. I like to think that the years of suffering have at least given me insight. And my conclusion is that the deeper problem in all of this, more than just control, is that in most cultures and ideologies women bear the burden of representing the beliefs of men more than the men themselves do.

Men in most places get to behave pretty much the same way. They wear the same clothes at the beach. No one tells them not travel, work, or seek an education. People tell them not to have sex but no one is really surprised when they do anyway, except their mothers. What defines the openness of a society is the role of women. The Victorian Era was so repressive that legend has it people covered the legs of their chairs to avoid provoking sexual thoughts. And yet, they had a terrible prostitution problem. What happened then is the same thing that happens in the Middle East now. Respectable women don’t have premarital sex, so respectable men just have it with someone else.

Women are the battleground of everyone’s conflicting beliefs. Muslim men believe in modesty, so they want their wives to cover up. The French hate Muslims, so they ban hijab. In both situations, women are the ones who end up struggling. It’s true that in many cases Muslim women are forced to cover by men (even though there are women who cover by choice), but bans on hijab don’t do anything to punish these men. They just further limit the freedom and access to education of the women who need it most. Even in the Arab world, there are beaches that ban hijabis, often because they don’t want conservative people making everyone in bikinis feel uncomfortable. But what’s the metric used for banning conservative men? How will they be marked in public?

This doesn’t just apply to the Middle East. Conservative Americans don’t want abortion, another issue that miraculously only applies to women. Whichever side of that debate you fall on, at the end of the day, women have to deal with either the consequences of getting pregnant or those of an abortion. Neither is easy, despite what some people like to pretend. People argue that if men could get pregnant, abortion would be legal tomorrow. But if the sins of men showed up on their own bodies instead of on women’s, the entire structure of our world would change.

The real measure of a man in the Arab world is not himself but his wife. A liberal man and a conservative man may appear exactly the same until you see the type of woman they’re willing to marry. And the more hypocritical the man is, the prouder he is of his culture and religion. If he were less proud, he wouldn’t bother clinging to values he consistently fails at. No one seems to realize they’re proud of something that has absolutely nothing to do with them. They are saved from being what they hate by women, whom they also hate.

I don’t mean to say there are no genuinely religious or conservative men. There definitely are. But they’ll never be the majority because it’s just too difficult for most people, male or female. Restrictive societies often end up encouraging people to do the opposite of what they preach. When nice girls aren’t supposed to have relationships with men, men end up being more promiscuous because they are forced to have casual sexual encounters if they want to have any at all. Women learn that the only way to survive is to lie. And few things threaten the sanctity of your marriage like barely knowing the person you’ve committed to spending your life with.

It’s only natural to fail in these circumstances. As Nathaniel Branden points out in The Six Pillars of Self Esteem, when the values you’re taught don’t allow you to be human, hypocrisy is the only way to survive. I don’t fault men for failing to live up to the ideals of our society. I fault them for expecting women to.

They want their women to do what they could not, as if that is their last chance. Maybe their ideals can still be realized then. On women, everything shows. Pregnancy, virginity, modesty. On men, almost nothing. So maybe, if she’s succeeded, somehow everyone else has too.

Maybe we should stop expecting women to represent anyone other than themselves. Or maybe we should look at the ways they really are a reflection of their men. It’s not their bodies. They don’t represent your purity. But their oppression represents your ignorance, their suffering your selfishness, their torture and murder your complete and utter failure as human beings.

Men do want to control women, but not usually for the sheer pleasure of it. They control women because it’s easier than controlling themselves. The behavior of women is not the problem. They are only a mirror held up to the rest of society, the hidden sins of everyone else made visible. If you don’t like what you see, change yourself.

Let’s Be Marginally More Positive

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Only marginally, because excessive positivity is annoying and anxiety-inducing. Either things aren’t actually that good (annoying), or they are and God knows that can’t last (anxiety-inducing).

It feels selfish to talk about any personal benefits I’ve experienced from the corona pandemic when it has caused harm to so many others, but I need to be grateful, and I thought it might be a nice change from the usual stuff I write. I am lucky. Very lucky. Isolation may have eroded parts of my mind that I was once quite attached to, but that isn’t important. Today I’m going to count my blessings. Here is a non-exhaustive list of ways quarantine has benefitted me.

  1. I have learned to appreciate the little things, like staying out past 6, not fearing the outdoors, and how good food tastes when it is prepared by literally anyone else besides me. On really dark days, I miss going to work.

 

  1. I have an airtight excuse not to kiss my relatives for at least two years. Maybe the whole custom of cheek-kissing will die completely. I have never understood what pleasure I am supposed to derive from it, and if I started actively enjoying it, people would get very uncomfortable. So really, what is the point?

 

  1. I have been forced to confront mental health problems I might have otherwise ignored. This is definitely 100% a positive thing! No drawbacks whatsoever! Without corona, I could have gone years without realizing I was crazy. That would have been dreadful. Truly, this was the biggest benefit of all.

 

  1. My parents finally have a good reason to be glad I didn’t make it in medical school. Instead of risking my health and theirs working in a hospital, I’m at home, binge-watching TV shows made by people who have actually done something with their lives, and therefore come in contact with more germs. Corona has lowered the bar for underachieving children everywhere. I may not be rich, successful, or particularly well-educated, but I’m alive. At a time like this, what more could you ask for?

 

  1. Face masks are cheaper than the nose job I occasionally consider.

 

  1. I’ve learned new and exciting ways to bond with my family members. The most effective method I’ve found so far is to encourage them to complain about each other to me. Quarantine has given us lots to work with there, and annoyance with others is the common thread uniting humanity. I read in a book that the term for this is “triangulation,” and it is not healthy. Perhaps not. But it works and it’s not going to permanently damage my lungs, so I don’t see the problem.

 

  1. I’ve gotten much more comfortable with how I look without makeup. I used to hide my face behind glasses if I wasn’t wearing eyeliner, and now I think putting on clothes is the most the world should ask of me. Plus, my makeup is now the wrong color. Corona has taught me to be grateful for the tan I never knew I used to have.

 

  1. My relationship with my cat has flourished in direct proportion to the degree my connection with the outside world has crumbled. In other words, we have become very close. She’s one of the few beings I know that is needier than I am. I used to think her erratic behavior was due to my not spending more time with her, but now I realize she’s just crazy. It’s comforting to not be the only one.

The Lockdown Is Over and So Am I

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It is interesting to me that so little is technically going on right now, but everything is happening.

Relationships are ending, lives have been turned upside down, and people are seeking therapy at alarming rates. Putting aside the legitimate tragedies some people are experiencing, why is isolation so disastrous? I guess we don’t notice that our minds are not a nice place to live normally because we avoid living there. We go out into the world and try to experience something other than ourselves. Now we cannot do that.

We distract ourselves and then claim we are too busy to go after the lives we want. “I just don’t have the time,” we said. “Here you go,” said God. “No,” we say, “not like this.” The truth is, the busier you are the more you end up doing. When you get used to constantly having a task, it feels odd to not have one. Now we have nothing and struggle to do anything. It’s inertia or something like that.

What have I used this time for? For one thing, I have combed through my behavior and mistakes over the last 10 years in depth, and I have decided to cancel myself. Unfortunately, just like most cancelled people, I am still very much here.

I have tried to convince myself that wasting 70% of my time is not that bad because 30% of my free time is a lot more than it used to be. So I should be getting more done. I have also tried to convince myself that I only waste 70% of my time.

I have concocted an elaborate theory about how autocorrect starts acting up around the full moon. I have also come up with something called The Ben and Jerry’s Diet, where you live on one carton per day. Each pint is roughly 1200 calories, so logically, you would lose weight. It’s like the Subway diet, except more fun and with better long-term marketing prospects because I’m not a pedophile.

It’s not that I haven’t done anything useful. It’s just with all this time it is painfully clear what could be and how much what is falls short. We have been given the gift of time and we don’t know what to do with gifts. We are better at surviving in the face of hardship than enjoying blessings. Studies show that humans create their own problems when they don’t have any, and I am expecting these scientists to show up at my door any day now and request to examine my brain when I die. Would that make my suicide worth it for the greater good? Haha. Anyway.

I don’t have a solution. All I can say is forgive yourself, maybe. Whatever you’re going through right now, I feel like that is relevant. Forgive yourself for not living up to the standard they tell you it’s unforgiveable not to meet. Forgive yourself for having messier problems than other people seem to have, because they struggle with the same thing or worse but they’re too ashamed to talk about it. Forgive yourself for not being born smarter or prettier. Forgive yourself for wanting what “emotionally healthy” people are supposed to be too self-sufficient and self-loving to want. Forgive yourself for not living up to the terrible burden of “potential.”

We do not live in forgiving times. Sometimes it seems like people are praised for how much they condemn. I think women especially struggle with this because for so long they were told to put up with everything for the sake of having a husband or keeping their family together, and now the pendulum has swung in the opposite direction, where tolerating anything is a sign of weakness. But you can’t genuinely accept yourself without accepting others. And if your goal is to accept another person, you can’t do that without accepting yourself either.

At the end of the day, we are all we have. And, for better or for worse, that is clearer now than ever before. Maybe that’s why everyone is so upset.

Life Hacks for the Emotionally Stunted

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Work smart, not hard. This is what I tell myself as I do not work at all. The Age of Corona is upon us, and this means isolation, loneliness, and the absence of all routine except that which we impose upon ourselves. For most of us, that’s not good.

“I finally have the time to chase my dreams,” you might have said when it all started. Little did you know your deepest desire is not actually to succeed in life, but to have a really satisfying excuse for why you didn’t. Corona ravages our bodies, but free time ravages our veneers. I listen to my neighbor’s marriage disintegrate through the walls. I listen to my mother tell me that at least she cleaned the bathroom sink today. I listen to my cute friend ask me if she really resembles a turkey or if she just needs to stop looking in the mirror. We are all falling apart.

Deep down, nobody is really that evolved. The problem with most self-help is that it forgets that. It aims too high. I never have that problem. So here are some tips I have developed to help you cope with the emergence of your lower self.

  1. Is that housework really necessary?

Did you know that housework, traditionally women’s work, was designed to be time-consuming and inefficient to keep your wife at home and away from other men who might impregnate her? (Source Unavailable.) Don’t fall for this. Fight the patriarchy. We inherit chores like traditions, not realizing there is a better way.

Take changing bedsheets, for example. Fitted sheets are difficult to change, and no one knows how to fold them. These two problems can be killed with one stone. To begin, collect all of your fitted sheets. Place them on your mattress, each one over the other. It is more work at one time, but it has bought you months of relaxation. Whenever you need clean sheets, remove one. The same method can be applied to pillowcases. To prepare your bed for 6-12 months of clean sheets, buy them in varying sizes since the outermost layers will need to be larger. This may also trick the cashier into thinking you have a spouse and children. Congratulations!

Pro Level: Buy a top-loading washing machine. Change your sheets without leaving your bed and toss them into the washer. Because of its resemblance to basketball, this counts as a workout.

  1. Pit your demons against each other.

You will never be perfect. So why bother trying, or, more accurately, considering it without putting forth any effort? The outcome is more important than your intentions, and a better outcome is often achieved not by erasing flaws but by developing new ones. For example, are you fighting to keep your weight under control in quarantine? Don’t develop discipline! Instead, become too lazy to feed yourself. Create difficulties to decrease your motivation to eat fattening food. Buy fresh ingredients that require cooking, so you can watch them mold while you lose weight. Change your debit card number and place your wallet too far from the sofa for ordering food to be worth the journey. Sleep so much that you are only awake during curfew, when government forces can be relied on to keep you away from takeout. Worst case scenario, block your refrigerator door with dumbbells. If you give in to temptation, at least you will have done some strength-training.

This concept has a myriad of other applications. For example, are you a jealous, vindictive person? Do you struggle to wish others well and/or take great delight in revenge? Don’t waste time fighting these impulses. Instead, try to become too much of a coward to act on any of your desires, good or bad. Alternatively, work on being too dumb and incompetent to inflict any real harm even when you try your best.

Pro Level: Determine which deadly sins you possess and how they might interact with each other. Place bets on which ones will win each day. Try to involve younger siblings and siphon away their allowances.

  1. Alleviate stress created by working from home.

Attempting to work from home can create all sorts of issues. Not only does it become harder to do your job, the increased scrutiny placed on you to prove you deserve to earn a salary in these conditions can be nerve-wracking. Probably you never did much under normal circumstances. How can you pretend to work when no one is around to watch?

Relax. Working from home is really just crying in your own bathroom. Stop focusing on your employer and utilize your talent for pretending to be busy with your family instead. To balance out the excess of bonding going on because of quarantine, claim you have Zoom meetings during mealtimes or “game nights.” Rebrand your bedroom as your office. Refuse to let anyone in without an appointment. This is your chance to become the important executive your parents always hoped you would be.

Pro Level: Hire an attractive secretary for your new “office.” Because some people have lost their jobs due to the pandemic, convince yourself this is charity, not exploitation.

  1. Embrace unexpected skills.

Were you going to write a book during quarantine? Learn to play an instrument? Don’t worry that this didn’t pan out. Instead be encouraged by this truth: You don’t resist all work. You resist important, meaningful work.

The next time you find yourself being unmotivated and unproductive, realize that the problem is not you (maybe). The problem is your goals. Consider trying one of the following instead:

  • Bake brownies. In mugs. In the microwave.
  • Plan your wedding in detail to someone you’ve never met.
  • Brush up on your karaoke skills. You may find yourself more inclined to do this in the middle of the night. Follow your muse.
  • Research what really tore apart Brangelina.
  • KonMari your underwear drawer. Do your boxers spark joy? This is a great exercise for getting in touch with your feelings.

Pro Level: Acceptance of ruined plans and shattered hopes is very zen. If you complete this step with enthusiasm, you are likely to become a spiritual person. This is also a good excuse if depression has driven you to stop washing your hair.

Happy Quarantine.

Why People Need to Stop Using “Culture” to Justify Abuse

This is a topic that makes me angry, because I know so many people who believe that they own their children and it’s perfectly okay to treat them however they want.

They won’t admit that’s what they think, but it’s obvious. Why else would it be so common that people are pressured into marrying their cousins or denied the option to marry someone they love because of nationality or family name? Why are children forced to wear hijab and beaten if they date or smoke? Why is it acceptable that some children aren’t allowed to access the internet? I know this isn’t everyone’s parents, but it’s common enough to be a disturbing trend. And some people never find out how violently their parents would try to control them because they never rebel enough to see.

And then there are parents who justify their abusive but not “that bad” actions by saying, “A typical Kuwaiti father would have beaten you up and stopped you from doing x, y, or z. You’re so lucky I didn’t do that.”

This tells me everything I need to know, because it suggests that a person cannot be doing something wrong if it is common in society. And that we have no right to ask for more than what is typical, no matter how limiting, abusive, and unfulfilling that typical is.

In other countries, your children can be taken away from you if you hurt them. Here we say, “What did she expect her family to do if they caught her with a boy?” Even people who claim to be against violence will defend the parents’ point of view if the offense is serious enough.

But the fact that this is normal in our society doesn’t make it better. It makes it worse. Abuse isn’t abuse because it’s rare; it’s abuse because of the effect it has on the child. That doesn’t change based on what country they’re in. A punch or a slap is going to feel the same no matter what the nationality is of the person receiving it, only they’re going to receive much less support and understanding in a culture that normalizes it. But the negative effects of corporal punishment on children don’t go away because you’re comfortable dismissing the scientific research that shows them. It just means you live in a place where the rejection of knowledge to preserve prejudice and tradition has been normalized—and that should frighten you.

Because the cultural acceptance of physical and emotional abuse makes a child less likely to identify it as such, they are not going to see the problem with repeating it themselves. If we could at least give it the proper name, we would know that what had been done to us was not normal or okay.

Many people struggle to actually term something abuse because they love their abuser. They think that abuse is only something a monster would do, and that isn’t their father/mother/brother/husband/wife. It can’t be a person considered normal in a given culture. But the issue is not black and white. You don’t have to be a terrible person in every way to abuse the people you love. You can have an abusive episode once or twice in your life and still generally be a good person. Abusers can be motivated by love, actually, or at least their version of it. Sometimes it doesn’t mean you’re evil, just very ignorant.

Parents never want to admit they’re bad parents. They can’t. It’s something too highly valued by the entire world for anyone to openly say, “I’m a bad parent,” and have that met with acceptance. Failing as a parent is the worst failure in the eyes of many, and that should make it especially important to do your very best. But too often all that happens is that people refuse to admit they have made terrible mistakes. Their child can lash out at them and even try to hurt themselves, but the parent will never realize it had something to do with them. They will blame anyone else before they look in the mirror because they can’t face the possibility that they failed as a parent.

When you’re surrounded by other abusive parents telling you you did the right thing, it just gives you permission to continue burying your head in the sand and ignore the damage you’ve done to your children. It’s almost like we look at our society as an example of the effects of perfect child-rearing. Why would we need to change? But Kuwait has a serious drug problem, struggles with mental illness, and one of the highest divorce rates in the world. We are doing something wrong.

We deny our children basic human rights even when they reach adulthood—we never accept that they are their own people and not first and foremost our children. Even when we have our legal rights, social and familial pressure keeps us from exercising them in full. We are asked to sacrifice our own happiness by the people who say they love us the most, not because it will actually benefit them, but because they believe they we should do what they say above all.

The message sent is that we do not deserve to be happy. We are denied things considered normal in most of the world but for some reason we are expected to do without them and not ask for more. We can’t imagine a future where this isn’t the case. Most people are allowed to marry who they love, to travel, to choose their religion, to choose their clothing, and most importantly, to make mistakes as children and teenagers without being hurt (or considered unmarry-able) . These things are not considered privileges. There are abusive parents everywhere, always, but at least this is the general expectation. What, then, is being done by parents who were never even held to this standard?

Maybe you read that list and felt uncomfortable imagining a Kuwait that is so different from the way it is now, or you interpreted it as a breakdown of religion. But that is a list of rights. Rights are what a person needs to live freely and happily; you cannot take them away and have a healthy society. Maybe this is why we care so much about reputation in Kuwait, because we cannot be happy within the framework of rules given to us, so the best we can do is pretend. Revealing our suffering is a rebellion, because we aren’t allowed to say, “This isn’t working.” Maybe we are scared of the shame that comes with failing, as if there is something bad about us that prevented us from living a good life within the bounds of good Kuwaiti moral values.

Instead of being understood, we told by Kuwaitis and Westerners alike that our culture, the very thing perpetuating our abuse, is the reason why our suffering should be invalidated and ignored. But we are still suffering, whether we are told we ought to or not.

The Expat’s Guide to Kuwait

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Welcome to Kuwait. Great choice! I, personally, have been trying to get out for the past 15 years, but to each their own. Here is my guide to this fair nation:

Clothing and Conduct

The first thing many Westerners learn about Kuwait is that there is no alcohol and that they have to cover up. The conservatism might be scary, but what you may not realize is that Kuwaitis don’t expect foreigners to fit in. Kuwait is not a melting pot despite the many nationalities because very little is melting. Each group of expats forms their own subculture, where they do many of the same things considered acceptable in their homeland.

So, Kuwaitis don’t expect you to cover up like them but just to look like you’re trying. Arab women are experts at wearing layers of clothing to hide everything they want to and you probably can’t compete with this sort of lifelong training. What you think of is modest is probably considered immodest here anyway.

When I was in middle school, a Canadian friend of mine told me her mother bought her a one piece bathing suit when they moved to Kuwait because, “No bikinis in Kuwait.” Looking back, this is funny to me. Anywhere you can wear a one-piece in Kuwait, you can probably wear a bikini. The general public disapproves of both.

But, you may say, plenty of Arab women wear provocative clothing. Yes, but if you do it it’s perceived as disrespectful. When Arabs do it it’s just because they’re slutty and raised badly. Many Kuwaitis assume your entire continent was raised badly so your job is merely to hide it.

It is ironic that a country so hot should require so much clothing. The climate suggests Kuwait could be the world’s largest beach party. But no. My personal theory is that the people are so religious because they live in a constant reminder of hell.

The Kuwaitis You Will Meet

Kuwaitis are not a homogenous group, despite the considerable external pressure we face to become one. Your impression of us could vary greatly depending on who you interact with. These are the groups I have identified:

The very conservative and not very educated group: This group probably disapproves of you the most, but you will also have the least interaction with them if you work in the places that typically employ Western expats. Most of their opinions of Americans are based on what they see on T.V. Someone from this group once asked my sister if she had met Paris Hilton when she was studying in the U.S. In general, they’ll be fine with you as long as you don’t try to marry their children.

The conservative and educated group: For the most part, this group will treat you respectfully. Many Kuwaitis study abroad and have a decent understanding of Western culture. You will even meet some very religious people who approach their beliefs in an enlightened and well thought out way. Plenty define themselves as moderate but still seem pretty conservative compared to the rest of the world.

The liberals: This group is very hit or miss. I am in this group. (I am clearly a hit.)  Some members are truly open-minded and Westernized while others think Americans snort cocaine in their bathrooms. No, they aren’t judging you for it, they think it’s normal and expect you to give them your drugs. Some people just pretend to be “open-minded” as an excuse to do whatever they want. Then they have a traditional marriage to their cousin. Approach with caution.

Dating the Locals

If you’re an expat dating an Arab man, you may find people jump to some unflattering conclusions. Your friends may warn you about Kuwaiti guys. Kuwaitis may warn you about Kuwaiti guys. The interesting thing, though, is that these stereotypes don’t seem to exist about dating Arab women, but I know plenty of Westerners married to Arab men and far fewer Westerners married to Arab women. So, by all means be cautious, but I think some of the judgment here is unfounded.

The Racial Hierarchy

My purpose here is not to offend anyone but just to be honest. So I hope we can admit that like most if not all countries in the world, Kuwait is racist. And there is a bizarrely distinct sort of pecking order.

Kuwaitis are on the top in terms of power and influence, but white expats hover nearby. They are frequently preferred for employment and housing over Kuwaitis. Schools want foreigners. Landlords think Kuwaitis are bad tenants. They will discriminate, and they will say to you directly that this building is only for foreigners. The interesting thing is that I don’t think Kuwaitis particularly like Americans or vice versa. They don’t approve of how “loose” the culture is or many of the government’s political/military moves. But they’d still rather hire an American teacher than an Egyptian one. On the other hand, many Americans adopt a sort of white supremacist attitude towards Kuwaitis. But they stay. In fact, the less they like brown people, the more likely they seem to come here in the first place. I don’t know why.

The next tier is the non-Gulf Arabs. For some reason everyone seems to dislike Egyptians. Kuwaitis dislike Palestinians because they sided with Saddam Hussain during the Gulf War. Lebanese people are considered hot but too “free.” Lebanon is kind of like the Paris of the Middle East. My uncle once said to a friend of his, “Look at how ugly you are and your mother is Lebanese. Imagine how ugly you would be if your mother was Kuwaiti.” I guess that sums it up.

The lowest group is the South Asian expats. They are treated badly by almost every other group, but sometimes more so by the people who are constantly pushed around by Kuwaitis. They’re the ones everyone seems to kick around to feel better about themselves. It makes me sad.

In Conclusion

I don’t mean to suggest Kuwait is a bad place. It has its good points. It’s comfortable. I almost never have to leave the house to get groceries. The people are usually friendly and they expect to meet many foreigners. I’ve spent most of my life here while barely speaking any Arabic. I don’t think I could get through the day in the U.S. without speaking English. One other advantage is that I find it to be less fattening than other countries because you can’t really walk down a city street and look at all the bakeries. And the grocery stores have far fewer pies, although on some days I consider this a major disadvantage.

In some ways it’s a great place to live, but it can still be a big adjustment. This is my honest take on the stuff most other guides leave out. Feel free to ask questions!