We live in the twenty first century, and yet chauvinism, misogyny and paternalistic attitudes towards women are still alive and kicking. Travelling throws these into sharp relief, as it means stepping outside the bubble we create for ourselves with the familiar attitudes of friends and family, and encountering new people and sometimes challenging opinions.
The following examples are just a few instances from the last few months where I have been made hyper-conscious of my gender. It may be a rant, but so be it.
1) With almost every man we meet, conversation is directed at Tim, and it is he who is quizzed about our trip, asked where we are going and given the honour of eye contact. Even Tim’s best efforts to bring me into the conversation don’t always work, and so I play the irritating wife trying to get a word in, or else give up and stand as the silent partner.
It is irrelevant that I am naturally the more talkative one, more inclined to strike up a conversation with strangers. It is irrelevant that I have more interest in bike mechanics than Tim. It is irrelevant that I am more likely to remember where we have been and where we are going to. I happen to be stood next to my husband, so he must speak for me. As someone who previously had a fairly high flying job, being treated as an after thought when being offered drinks or asked questions takes some getting used to.
(I should point out that my previous experiences of travelling alone have been different. Something just seems to change when I’m stood next to a bloke).
2) The morning we were due to leave a small town, our host announced that he would ride my bike with Tim and I would go in the car until we reached the outskirts, presumably so I didn’t have to face the dangers of the urban roads. This was well-meant, but sort of overlooked the fact that I had cycled 4,500 miles to get there, including through the heart of the second biggest city in the world, so I would probably be fine in a town roughly the same size as Bolton.
3) One man I had just met asked me how I was so fat, having cycled all the way from England. Another bloke joined in and before I could say ‘I ate all the pies’, they were discussing possible reasons for my heft, along with suggestions as to how I might lose weight.
This was no cultural quirk – the initiator of the conversation had lived in the USA for several years so should have been aware of the impact his words would have. Nor am I particularly overweight: I am a UK size 12/14 and relatively fit. Both Tim and I felt very strongly that this conversation would not have happened had I been a man.
4) I am a member of a cycle touring group on Facebook, where a man recently posted a photograph of his girlfriend changing a bike inner tube.
‘Look at my girl changing her first tyre. Isn’t she doing great? Wow it really turns me on‘.
A series of comments followed this most patronising of captions, all from men congratulating its author on finding a ‘girl’ who he could teach to change her own tyres. Several remarked how hot it was and how special she must be, compared to their own useless girlfriends who were so dependent on them.
I question who these women are who would stand to be treated with such condescension. It’s not that I care whether a particular women can change a tyre or not, but the fact that this man was being hailed a hero for training his woman to do it herself. What’s next, he’ll teach her to roll over?
5) We were told by one friend, a business manager, that women are just not able to do physical jobs or jobs that require them to be in the field. Instead, they are best suited to office work where they can use their administrative skills behind a desk. I listed several of the fabulous ladies I know who do engineering or surveying work, spending most of their days wearing hard hats and hi vis, but this man was not to be convinced.
I accept that men and women in general may have different strengths, but this was a conclusive ruling on what women are and are not capable of. He was pretty sceptical of my abilities as a lawyer and didn’t believe that women had the necessary attributes to be managers or business leaders.
Pity the poor women who work for this man.
(I am deliberately not mentioning what country this way as I suspect that this attitude may well be prevalent in many parts of the world, including the UK).
6) The veil is a perennially contentious subject, but my attitude is simple: choice.
Iran tells women they must cover up; France tells women they can’t cover up. Both are problematic. Women’s dress should not be a matter of law. Telling women what they can and cannot wear is an insult to female intelligence and a potential breach of human rights.
If women want to wear a headscarf, want to dress modestly or want to don the chador or abeya (the long black robes common in Iran and the Middle East), that’s their prerogative. As long as it really is their choice and not the imposed wishes of fathers, brothers, cousins or husbands, go ahead.
I’m sure there will be plenty more examples before this trip is finished but at least these are now off my chest. Do you have any other examples to add? You can include them as a comment below, or submit them to the Everyday Sexism Project.
13 Comments
Rob Thomson
Awesome post. All very interesting. As an example of ingrained beliefs about gender roles going both ways, I got frustrated when, in a sewing store with my wife in Japan, I asked a question about a particular fabric and the male store clerk answered directly to my otherwise disinterested wife (we both speak fluent Japanese)….obviously I was asking on behalf of my wife, because what would I do with a bit of fabric?
:-)
Tim Moss
No. 3 was the worst. Even without the sexism it made me livid.
No. 4 is hilarious but not in a good way.
Shirin Shabestari
An honest account of a female traveler. I understand the anger as I have experienced it I know she must have faced some of that in Iran (I grew up in Iran). especially in smaller more remote regions… Let’s hope this will change. I for sure will continue making those eye contacts, strike up conversations, make my point that my male companion is not always the boss!!!
Laura Moss
Thanks guys, glad you enjoyed the post.
Rob – we’ve definitely experienced it the other way round too. There have been times when women will barely look at Tim, but this is much less common as women are so rarely in the public sphere in the parts of the world we’ve been travelling through.
Shirin – there was a lot of ingrained sexism in Iran (I mentioned it in a previous blog post I wrote about cycling through the country), but other places were similar – Turkey, UAE, Oman…and western Europe! I think it’s still a worldwide phenomenon but like you say, all we can do is keep challenging these attitudes.
Isla
Hello
I’ve also experienced some of the issues mentioned whilst travelling (alone and with my male partner) but what got me last week was that sometimes it seems women still fall into the trap of not helping themselves. In my French A level class last week we were discussing feminism with another English woman (27), the French female teacher and an 18 year old man originally from Congo but lived in England for most of his life. The other women said that advancements in women’s rights were positive but this meant they could be bad mothers as they still tended to work and do more of the housework. I raised the point that if feminism was concerned with equal rights why weren’t we asking the men to help out more and seeing this as a lack of support as opposed to women not being capable. I really made me annoyed.
Anyway, rant over
Zoe
A great post. Some very interesting observations. I found the facebook one particularly annoying!
I’m a motorcyclist and have my own bike, but on occasion I will ride pillion with my husband if we are just needing to get somewhere… it’s much the same as me sitting in the passenger seat of our car while my husband drives (or the other way around) but for some reason when I ride pillion I am automatically the “biker wife” and when we stop am always treated that way. This is always obvious at bike shows where people, especially those on stands, assume I am there to accompany my husband rather than as a biker myself. I need a sign that says “I ride too and I know what I’m talking about!”.
Sexism is an odd thing really as sometimes it’s cultural and sometimes it’s just plain rudeness – and it happens both ways. Being open minded seems to come hard to some people.
Pawan Shrotria
Seems really great and adventurous that you have travelled so many countries by just cycling.
Really amazing!
Accept our well-wishes and congratulations!
Tim Moss
Thanks Pawan. Hopefully we’ll make it to Nepalgunj soon!
Jane
As a woman who has travelled and worked in male environment, I have given up trying to change the world. I do mind when hard fought freedoms in west are eroded by newcomers from rural eastern cultures!!! Live and let live!
Janet Lafleur
I had an infuriating experience that’s a combo of Zoe’s experience riding on her husband’s motorcycle and Laura’s #3. My husband and I are both experienced road bicyclists, but when I hop on the back of our tandem people treat me like the wife who can’t ride on her own so I ride on the back.
One day, a man glided up beside us and joked to my husband: “This is when really have a problem when your partner gains weight.” With surprising quickness I patted my husband on the back and said: “Oh, I’d never give him a hard time if he gained weight.” (at the time we were both very lean)
What a rude idiot. Did he think I couldn’t hear what he said? And this is in the San Francisco Bay Area in an affluent area, not some corner of the planet where women don’t have full status.
Tim Moss
Wow, that’s a nice one Janet. I am, however, deeply pleased that the quick-witted response we usually come up with the day after, you managed to deliver instantly.
Donna Price
Great post… we are planning a long ride with our two daughters and interesting to read about the different ways you were treated. Thanks
Tim Moss
Thanks Donna. Please just shout if we can help with any of your plans. I think you guys are onto a wonderful thing.