Writing Prompt: Have You Ever Been Told You Couldn’t Do Something Because of Your Gender?
In my past life as an English teacher, I liked having my students do a little writing every class. Sometimes I’d use the NYTimes Writing Prompts, which is a treasure trove of questions. I thought I’d spent some a couple mornings a week answering a question that I pick completely random from this massive list. Picture a globe-trotter spinning the globe index finger primed to pick the next exciting destination, except I’m just sitting here scrolling up and down on a website before clicking with my mouse.
I’ll write for 25 minute, read it over once, and post it.
Today’s Prompt:
Have You Ever Been Told You Couldn’t Do Something Because of Your Gender?
Well, here’s one where I probably need to check my privilege at the door for. I am a white, male who has had a pretty easy go of it in my life as far a gender prejudice, the only real prejudice I have felt first hand is around my Irish heritage (“Drunk Mic” tossed around at a party. Stay tuned for my take down of the mascot “Fighting Irish…”). My dad had some interesting stories to tell about his experiences as a young Irishman growing up during The Troubles in Ireland.
As far as gender though? I can’t really think of anything outside of small things uttered by small people (not morally small, just legitimately small. I’m talking kids.). At summer camp I’d goof around and wear wigs or put my hair in a little ponytail on the top of my head if it was long enough. “You can’t do that, you’re a boy” would come from the group.
My professional career as an elementary teacher placed me in the minority due to the ratio of male/female teachers that teach those grades. And my school was actually one that had quite a few males teachers. However, this is where I would feel the stereotype. It wasn’t so much that I couldn’t do something because of my gender, but it was so great for young boys to have a male influence in the classroom. Toss in the fact that I was a young male teaching fourth grade made it even more strange. I was clearly an outsider in this setting, I didn’t care because I was good at it and I enjoyed it. And people were right, we need more males in the elementary schools. I didn’t feel that stereotype from my co-workers, it was more from the outside world. The reaction I might receive from a stranger who asks what I do for a living or the looks I got at conferences.
My own school experience was rife with insecurities, but my middle school years, which are tough for most, were smoothed out by the fact that I was at an all-boys school. In the four years I was there, I saw classmates dress up as women for the school play sing acapella. I was also allowed to dapple in the arts without any real stigma. I learned to throw clay on the wheel and loved it and continued to do it through high school. I painted and found some pleasure in photography. Here I am projecting my own stereotypes onto gender, but I think those years afforded me the time and space to just be a person without people telling me what boys are supposed to do or can’t do.
I am grateful that I don’t have some scarring moment where the devil looked me in the eye and said, “Men can’t do that!” that would illicit some long heartfelt story. I know I’m lucky, but I know that there are plenty of men who have had that experience. Men who stay home to look after the kids. Men that aren’t the primary breadwinners (Hi, I’m a card carrying member right now…). Men who make their wives watch The Bachelor… (those guys are the worst.)
While this question leaves me uncomfortable because I don’t have an explicit moment or a collection of micro-aggressions and I feel completely out of my depth. It’s a valuable exercise to open my eyes and force me to reflect and hope that I have never been, and will never be, the person who pops into their mind when they are asked if they’ve been told they can’t do something because of their gender.