What have we taught our boys and men?
We taught our boys and men that women are not only the
fairer sex but also the weaker sex. We taught them that women are playthings to
look at, stare at, and ogle. We taught them that they had a right to inspect
every inch of a woman’s body and shout from across the street about every
unspeakable act they’d like to use this woman’s body for.
We taught them that they can hit their sisters, wives and
daughters. Their hand across a woman’s cheek was a favour done to the woman. To
discipline them. Teach them a lesson. “She’s too young to have a boyfriend,” he
says, pulling her by her hair. “But you were out there having sex when you were
younger than I am,” she thinks.
We taught our men to measure our value. A good wife is one
that obeys her husband. Is at his beck and call. Looks away when he sleeps with
other women. A good wife is one that keeps the food warm for when he staggers
home at 2 in the morning. Brought with her a good dowry. Is a virgin until her
wedding night.
We taught them to cover up with excuses, to make it the
woman’s fault. “But she was wearing a short dress. What could I do?” “If I was
good-looking or rich, she’d consider it a compliment. I can’t help the way I
am.” “She needs to know how to take a joke.” “Women never mean it when they say
no. They have a secret language. No means yes.”
We taught them that their responsibilities were limited to
money matters. Earn a salary and give a portion of it to pay the bills and buy
the groceries. We taught them it was okay for them not to take on any
responsibilities or tend to any chores around the house as long as they paid a
bill or two. The washing, cooking, cleaning, sweeping, tidying up. Those were
jobs women were meant to do.
We taught them that a woman’s role at home didn’t change
even when the cost of living meant that both men and women had to work. She
would be paid lesser than a man. Her job wouldn’t be as important her husband’s.
And she’d come home to her second job. Take care of the kids. Cook. Clean. Wash
the clothes. Iron them. The men come home and sit in front of the TV with a
glass of arrack. “Here, make something for the bite,” they shout.
We taught our boys and men to be lazy pigs that know they
can raise their voice and silence us, raise their hand and silence us. We
taught our boys and men that they are entitled and privileged. We taught our
men to be everything but kind and respectful.
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