Showing posts with label XX-files. Show all posts
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Friday, October 10, 2014

Boys will be idiots

It’s been a weird week or so in the world of men and women in the, um, world. I know I’m not always the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I’m a little befuddled by some recent news reports out of the United Nations.

It seems that Iceland and Suriname have announced that they’re hosting a conference on gender equality, to be held in January 2015. 

For men only.

Okay, look—you know I’m not making that up, don’t you?

No, no—Iceland’s Foreign Minister Gunnar Bragi said, “We want to bring men and boys to the table on gender equality in a positive way.” He described it as a “Barbershop conference”, and promised “a unique conference, as it will be the first time at the United Nations that we bring together only men leaders to discuss gender equality.”


Well, where to start? Where to start?

What, exactly, does “in a positive way” mean in this context? And by including only men (and boys—I wonder a little about that), is the implication that women (much less girls) sitting around the metaphorical gender equality table would somehow produce something less than positive? Negative, even?

Is “barbershop” some new code word for “XY only”? Are they planning on breaking out into song, or trimming a little off the sides?

I can’t find where they say this anywhere, but are they afraid that if they let women in, they might have expectations of, you know, contributing to the discussion; put forward ideas, recount experiences, that sort of thing? Does that really make world leaders’ blood run cold?

Is the concern that with women in attendance the men (and boys) might not get a word in edgewise, because you know those gals can gab? Or that any attempts at condescension and other forms of testosterone-powered bullshit will be driven from the stage by shrill catcalls?

Perhaps they feel that they need to get their Y-chromosome stories in synch for when they emerge smiling through the conclave's white smoke to dictate to everyone in the world what gender equality looks like, and how and when it will be achieved? Or they just think that 50 percent of the population shouldn’t worry its pretty little head about this stuff because they have it in (strong, male) hand?

And, P.S. What’s up with Suriname being one of the sponsors? I mean, I understand why Saudi Arabia might not be leading the charge on this one; or India; or Serbia. I’m just…Suriname?

Finally—a global conference on gender equality without one of the genders present? And not only conceiving it, but announcing it with such panache, like you’re expecting nothing but kudos for the idea? Guys—what were you thinking? Could you possibly—any way at all—have been using the wrong head for this one?

Was there no female around—mother, mistress, manicurist, money manager—you could have run this by; ask, “So whaddaya think, Babycakes—cool, huh?” Or did you get that far and then just ignored the incredulous guffaws that ensued?

Well, evidently the reaction from pretty much anyone with three synapses firing in sequence has got our Suriname and Icelandic menfolk to backpedal with some degree of urgency. They have graciously condescended to amend their original plans to include allowing women (no mention of girls) to attend the conference on gender equality. Although not all the meetings.

Of course, it may just be that they were suddenly struck by the horrified realization that with nothing but males at a conference, there’ll be no one to fetch the coffees. It’s stuff like that that prods some men to action, sad to say




Saturday, March 26, 2011

Another passing

Geraldine Ferraro, a woman who displayed grace and a sense of humor whilst breaking barriers for women, has died after a 12-year battle with myeloma. She was 75.

For the generation who’ve only seen Hillary Clinton and Sarah Palin run for national office, Ferraro was so much more. She forged her public service career, leading to being the Democratic candidate for vice-president in 1984, sans political husband and sans hokey well-scripted schtick. You can’t imagine how smart and articulate she was, not only amongst all the male pols back then, but even among women wannabes since. She did not let anyone push her around, but she was never crass.

She weathered a lot of criticism from all the usual suspects you’d find in a political career. There were questions about tax returns and her business deals by her husband, John Zaccaro. But she ran rings around George H.W. Bush in their vice-presidential debate. I concede the issue of going into a battle of wits with someone only partially armed, but still…

There’s only one woman in politics I admired more than Ferraro: Shirley Chisholm. Chisholm was smarter and more articulate than anyone I ever saw running for office. But she suffered from the three Bs—she was a black brainy broad, basically insurmountable obstacles back in 1972 when she ran for President.

I wish we could get more people in public service, male or female, who met the standards these women set.

Well, a girl can dream.