Showing posts with label Fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fear. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

The Fear


I've been meaning to write this blog for about 2 weeks, but I just haven't gotten around to it yet-- tonight, I'm finally sitting down to write it and I feel like I've forgotten all the big things I wanted to say. No matter, though. I've got bits and pieces of what I want to say.

There's this great episode of Friends (maybe you've seen it recently now that they're all on Netflix) where Rachel is unhappy with her position in life (being a waitress & serving other people coffee), and the friends convince her that she has to quit in order to "get The Fear." That becomes her mantra-- "I've gotta get the fear, I've gotta get the fear!" And she quits-- and she gets the fear!

Now, I definitely know what kind of fear they're talking about--that 'holy crap, what am I going to do, I have to pay bills and survive, so I have to find a better position in life'! But, I kind of want to talk about a different kind of fear.  I've posted about fear before, but that was more tangible (if not irrational) fear (read it here) or phobia. Something more easily defined, at least. I see paper shreddings and I freak out. Pretty straightforward.

But fear in general-- this nebulous cloud hanging over me in a very Eeyore-esque way--I feel like I've been experiencing my whole life. I've always been scared-- I've been scared of people, places, things (especially new ones), of new experiences, of leaving my comfort zone. I've been like this for as long as I can remember-- I feel like I've always had The Fear.  I don't need to quit a job without a backup plan to get it.

...And that's not exactly what I did, but I did take a big step out of a comfort zone that I spent nearly three years creating.  I started a new job on Monday--and I am excited, nervous, happy, scared, sad--just a myriad of emotions have been washing over me since even before I made the decision.  And after I made the decision, I spent the time directly after wringing my hands and yammering about my myriad of emotions.  

There were so many reasons I didn't want to take this chance--but the biggest reason was fear, that little piggy that's been on my back for as long as I can remember.  Eventually, I decided that I didn't want to let The Fear make yet another decision for me.  As much as I like to deny it, or pretend it isn't true, the simple fact of the matter is that fear has ruled so many decisions in my life (I didn't go to law school because of fear; I didn't go to journalism school because of fear), and I finally took fear's power away-- at least for this particular decision.

I decided it's time to stop asking but what if it doesn't work out? And instead ask but what if it does?

So, that's where I am now.  I have had a big week--I started a new job, joined a soccer team, bought a new wardrobe.  I'll probably always have The Fear, if I'm totally honest with myself, but the decisions I made this past week have taught me that I can ignore The Fear.  I can relegate The Fear to the back of my mind--ignore the little voice that says you can't, and replace my decidedly Eeyore/Piglet like thoughts with a few Winnie the Pooh ones, instead.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

A Woman's World



Mansplain: a term used to describe the act of men "teaching women," often about things directly related to women's experiences (like sexism, or abortion) without any recognition of (or interest in) the woman's actual knowledge of the topic. 

Mansplain has many definitions, but this one is my favorite, I think, because it hits all the major points without being extraordinarily broad.  If you look at the Urban Dictionary definitions of 'mansplain,' it becomes clear what, precisely, mansplaining is, as [presumably] men have taken it upon themselves to create their own definitions of 'mansplaining.'  It is, they explain, "stating verifiable facts that are inconvenient to the feminist worldview."  But, that's not what it is.  It is many things, but it is certainly when men tell women how women experience things or the world.  Most women have encountered this phenomenon at one time or another, whether in person or on the internet.

Recently, I had a bit of this happen to me during a discussion, and it was endlessly frustrating. As individuals, we cannot say what it is like to live in the world as someone other than us. We all have our own individual thoughts, experiences, voices, etc. that set us apart--that keep us from experiencing any event, good or bad, the same way.  But, even more than that, we cannot say what it is like to live in the world as a member of an oppressed class, the lower part of a dichotomy equation.  As a white woman, I cannot say what it is like to be a black woman.  And as any man, you cannot tell me what it is like to be a woman.

During the course of this conversation (which was actually fun to have, I don't really partake in face to face debate since leaving college), it became painfully clear to me that a lot of men (I'm not willing to say most, but a lot of men) have actually little to no idea what it is actually like to be a woman in America. Since America is my primary country of residence, that's what I'm choosing to focus on, though it can certainly be said that these problems and fears are felt by varying degrees by women around the world in both developed and undeveloped countries.

There is, of course, the larger picture of sexism--of being passed over for a position because you are a female--a thing which you have often suspected but actually can't confirm.  There's the staggering statistic that over the course of her lifetime, women make approximately $450,000 less than male counterparts presumably in the same position.

Mansplainers across the internet and indeed in real life (as I am told everyone on the internet actually exists in real life, though I am often reluctant to believe it because how sad) will say that this pay gap discrepancy is because women choose different careers--instead of choosing to be a doctor, they choose to be a nurse.  Instead of choosing to be a school administrator, they choose to teach.  However, let me be clear that when you make this argument (and ones like it), you are completely and totally ignoring the underpinning of the actual issue--you are simply saying that women choose these careers, and you are ignoring the why.  The why do women choose these careers? is actually the most significant part.  And many say because women are nurturing, and these same people ignore the fact that women are taught by society from a very, very early age that these are the careers they should aspire to.

Only recently has this started to shift--before, women were nurses, men were doctors. And if you think that this history, and the way that society engenders women from the moment they are born has nothing to do with this, you are dead wrong.

Anyway--yes, there are these large things that I could write about all day that men will never understand. But, there is also the small stuff, which is actually what I want to focus on.  

It has become increasingly clear that men--even nice, respectful men--when a woman says to them that she shouldn't have to worry about x, y, or z (say, how she's dressed for instance) will agree.  These men will say 'Yes, I agree, they shouldn't have to...' (ladies, you know what's coming next) "But that's the world we live in." (or some other platitude that sounds very similar).  And how nice that you, man, are using the Royal We, but I have to break it down for you and say, quite simply, no. That is not the world that "we" live in.  That is the world women live in.  Not men. You have your own little world that you live in, where you can say "Yes, I agree, she shouldn't have to," and then walk to your car alone at night in a safe neighborhood without even thinking twice.  Sorry, but WE, as women, do NOT live in that same world.  And that is why we find the notion that it's 'just the way it is' so damn infuriating. It's so passive... and also, so inaccurate.

The world WE live in as women is why we are so damn tired of you telling us that we need to watch what we wear, because that's just the world.  It is NOT just the world.  It is MEN in the world, and it is the society that produces the MEN in the world. And we have to worry about things you've never even thought of.

Men, there are a million things you take for granted--things you do without even thinking twice, and the really amazing thing for you is that you get to do that. The truth is this: women don't.

As a woman, I have my own experiences which I will share--but, I took to social media to ask other women about their own experiences, and I would urge you to read them--they are collected from women across the United States, and there are many repeats on the list as well, meaning many women expressed concern about the same mundane things, though each is only reproduced here once.

These are all simple things--things that most men can do confidently in a neighborhood or city that is deemed as 'safe.'  (Please note, I'm not talking about walking around in an unsafe neighborhood--these are fears women feel in areas that are considered safe by normal standards). These fears were submitted by young and older women alike.

-Order a pizza/take out food.
-Get in an elevator, particularly if there is a man in the elevator.
-Take a taxi or other rideshare service.
-Sell a bookcase/anything on Craigslist.
-Going for a walk/run on the streets alone during the day.
-Going for a walk/run on the streets alone during the night.
-Hiking alone (day or night).
-Going to the laundromat in broad daylight.
-Going to the laundromat at night.
-Camping alone.
-Backpacking alone.
-Wearing heels where you'll be walking alone.
-Checking into a hotel room alone.
-Walking through a suburban park when it's not broad daylight.
-Going to the dump.
-Taking trash to the dumpster.
-Going to a gas station at night.
-Crowds
-Downtown Los Angeles at night.
-Parking garage at any time of day, especially at night.
-Going to the grocery store at night.
-Walking a dog at night/evening/morning.
-Taking public transportation (bus, metro, subway).
-Walking along a nature path 1/2 mile from your own home, without a male.
-Going to the gym at night.
-Leaving doors unlocked ever.
-Having windows open.
-Leaving the blinds up.
-Driving a car with the doors unlocked.
-Driving a car with the windows rolled down.
-Walking home from work.
-Answering the door.
-Coming home at night to an empty house.
-Riding a bike anywhere.
-Not being able to find your keys right away.
-Saying 'no' when asked for your number at a bar, bookstore, restaurant, etc.
-Going anywhere alone.

This is by no means a comprehensive list. There are thousands of small things that women fear because of what could happen to them.

And, if you're going to say or thinking that everyone should be careful, and everyone has to worry about these things, not just women, let me just stop you right there and say: you're kind of actually missing the whole point.

We can't stand up for things we believe in--someone I know from college witnessed a violent man beating his dogs, and being without her cell phone, she was unable to do anything to stop it.

Beyond these fears, there are stories--there are little things that we all do, as women, to make ourselves feel more comfortable.

When we order pizza, we turn on a sports channel--we put our husband's/boyfriend's/male shoes on the porch.  We turn the bedroom light on and yell, "Pizza's here!" to an empty apartment, so that the pizza delivery man won't think we are home alone.

So we don't have to come home to an empty house, we stay barricaded in our homes so that we don't have to leave and come back to an empty house, where a guy might have figured that out.

When there is a knock at the door, and we're home alone (sometimes even if we're not), we won't answer. Not because we're annoyed or frustrated that we are being bothered by evangelists or a salesperson, but because we are afraid of what might happen to us if we open the door.

When someone asks us for our phone number, we invent a boyfriend, even if he doesn't exist. Or, we give a fake number--or, we give a bastardized version of our own phone number that we memorized so we don't have to be caught off guard.  (Do you understand that many of us often do not even feel safe to offer a simple 'no' when a man asks for our phone number?)

When we are driving home, we constantly check the rear-view mirror to see if anyone is following us, and if we even think that they might be, we continue driving around until the person turns or goes past us.

The moment we get in our cars when we are by ourselves, we lock the doors. We don't 'dilly dally' in the car, texting friends, or checking facebook. Instead, we immediately start our car and drive, aware that we may simply be a 'sitting duck.'

We live in fear that someone will learn our route home from work, so we drive, and sometimes we take different routes, and drive extra slowly or leave work a little earlier or later, so that no one can define a clear 'routine.'

We sleep in tennis shoes, in case we need to run or kick--so we won't have to do it in our bare feet.

We avoid eye contact during public transportation, we park under lights, we have an escape route, or an exit plan, or a plan for if someone breaks in.  We consider putting locks on our closet doors and charging our phone near the closet, in case we need to get in there and create an extra barrier of protection.

We look over our shoulders in supermarkets, retail stores, malls, restaurants, making sure no one is following us, and if we think they are, we wait until we think that they're not anymore, and when we walk to our car, we use extreme caution.

These are all real things that only a handful of women do, or have done--there are more.  There are so many more.

So, pardon us if we don't think that "It's the world WE live in" is an appropriate response, excuse, platitude, or way of thinking.  It isn't.

This book is recommended to us by the women's magazines we read: The Gift of Fear - a copy sits on my bookshelf.  Articles in magazines tell us how to safely travel alone, if we must, because women who travel alone are often a target.

We carry pepper spray on our keys. We carry The Cat. We carry every warning everyone has ever given us, and they all run through our minds when we are walking to our car. It's exhausting.

The 'personal alarm' is a product on Target Shelves, and all three brands have a woman on the front: 


Personal Alarm
And you wonder why we are not appeased with or resigned to the notion that "this is the world we live in."

It's because this is the world we live in.

When I moved into my first apartment with an elevator, my mother took great care to explain to me that if a man got on the elevator with me, I was to pretend I forgot something, and step off.  I was never to, under any circumstances, ride the elevator with the man.  I ended up always taking the stairs, but this advice stays with me now, and even at work I feel a little panicky when I am stuck alone on an elevator with a male. 

My mother has never ordered a pizza--and my dad picks up the phone any time he wants one.

Society teaches women that they should be polite--that they should let a guy down easy, that they shouldn't be rude, or profile.  Society teaches us that we shouldn't trust our instincts, and women get killed for being polite, for NOT stepping out of the elevator she was riding alone when a man stepped on, lest she hurt his feelings.  

And then that very same society raises men who think they have a right to our bodies, and other men who agree that it's "so sad" but "that's the world we live in." And men who question why we want 'herstory' and 'womyn,' because they don't realize that going out into the world is such a scary thing that we have to face every day, and that we sometimes have to rely on other people for our safety--whether it's a companion, husband, friend, father, or whether it's simply relying on someone else NOT to hurt us (which is never a guarantee).

It's the world we, as women, live in.  And pardon us if our 'F' word is showing, and so sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but you don't get to mansplain feminism to us, and you don't get to tell us about the world we live in.  Because we're here. Every day--that list up there, that's our lives.  And that's not just the world we live in--it's the world that was created.

And it's the world that will someday be destroyed by that pesky little F word and every single person who doesn't just lament 'it is what it is.'  Because, that's only true until it isn't.

*Thank you to everyone who took the time to share their stories with me, it is much appreciated.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Yes, I'm Afraid of That


Last weekend, I did some baking! (Which reminds me: I've created a new page for the food I've been cooking, so if you're interested in that, stop by--I've been updating pretty consistently.  If you see something you'd like a recipe for, let me know!)

Anyway, I made pizza and garlic knots from scratch.  They were delicious, but that's not really the point.  Then what is the point? I imagine you're asking-- how does baking tie into a post that seems to be about phobias/fears.  Well, one word: Yeast.  I had to make the dough for the pizza and the garlic knots, and in order to do that, I had to use yeast.

Which I kind of have a slight fear/phobia of.  Even now, just thinking about it, my heart is racing a little quicker, and I'm getting a little nervous, and there's a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, and my breathing has changed.  For some reason, I'm slightly afraid of yeast.  It just... creeps me out.  The way it makes things rise, that it would get HUGE if you put a lot of yeast in.... that the longer you let it sit, the more it expands.  Okay, I actually feel nauseated now, since I'm so creeped out. Seriously.

Needless to say, I conquered my aversion to and fear of yeast in the pursuit of delicious pizza and garlic knots.  Mission accomplished. Though, based on my reaction just now to simply the thought of yeast, I don't think 'conquered' is the right word--more like... set aside.  I called a truce with yeast for one night, and I'm glad I did.

This fear was new for me, though.  I've done some baking (mostly cupcakes and things like that, though), so yeast hasn't really been a consideration.  Until it was--and it was then that I realized just how creeped out I am by yeast.  I mean, I think I was always vaguely aware of it, but this just caused it to rise to the top of my consciousness (pun intended).

So, this got me thinking-- am I the only person out there with a fear of yeast?  I googled the term in several ways (including 'yeastphobia' and 'yeastophobia'), and pretty much all the results had to do with a baker's fear of yeast since it can be difficult, but none had to do with the actual fear of yeast.  

I then happened upon a thread on a message board talking about different fears.  On it, someone left a comment talking about mistaking fears for phobias, etc.  Which led me to google that, and it turns out there are varying opinions about what makes something a fear and what makes it a phobia.

Some people say a phobia is something that interrupts your daily life-- for instance, you may be afraid of dogs... but people with a phobia of dogs will avoid going to the park because there might be a dog there.  Or, you may be afraid of spiders, but people with phobias of spiders will not enter a room in which they even think a spider may reside. Which kind of makes sense.

Dictionary.com lists the definition of fear as: a specific instance of or propensity for such a feeling: an abnormal fear of heights. 

And it lists the definition of phobia as: a persistent irrational fear of a specific objectactivity, or situation that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it. 

However, it also lists phobia as a synonym for fear.  

Bottom line: There are people that insist that fears are intensely different from phobias, but one of the most helpful things I found was this small article (Read it here), but basically, it describes a phobia as a fear that is exaggerated or of something where the threat is non-existent.

So, is my crazy fear of yeast a phobia?  I'm not sure-- I did end up using the yeast.  But the threat is certainly non-existent.

This yeast phobia/fear isn't my only odd fear.  While many people can say they have arachnophobia, agoraphobia, coulrophobia, and many, many others (see some of them here). My phobias (I'm going with phobias, I guess), are much less common. 

Google returned no one else that expressed an actual fear of yeast. 

Another phobia I've had for a long time is paper shreddings.  They freak me out, and make me experience elevated heart rate, quick/shallow breathing, and make me nauseated.  Yes, shreddings... run some paper through a shredder and you have created one of my worst fears.  Not the shredder, the shreddings.

Of course, a google search returns no fellow paper-shredding haters.  There's plenty of people afraid of shredders, but not so for the actual shreddings. 

Anytime I relay this particular fear, people need clarification.  The issuance of such clarification is followed by a very strange look, and almost inevitably an expression of the desire to throw some paper shreddings on me and see how I react.  I always respond with a polite laugh, but pardon me if I don't actually think your desire to torture me is funny.

(For the record, you'd need a large amount of paper shreddings to actually make me panic... though a small bag full would definitely get my blood pumping).

But, really, what is it with that?  Whenever someone tells me they're terrified of spiders or clowns (a fear that is arguably as ridiculous as mine), my first reaction isn't to express desire at putting them in a room with a bunch of spiders or clowns.  So, why is your reaction to do the same to me with my totally weird and out of the box fear okay? Answer: it's not.  But people will continue to do it anyway.

That's odd fear number 2 (though, really, it's #1, since I realized it existed for me sometime before my Sophomore year in high school).

Again, there's not a name for my fear, though the closest thing I've found is Papyrophobia, which is a fear of paper.  I don't technically have a fear of paper-- but, I do have a fear of paper in a certain state.

Another thing I'm afraid of is the pool snake-- you know that thing that cleans pools automatically?  The thing that has a memory and will stop working properly if you coil it up (it'll only go in circles). Yeah, that creepy thing terrifies me.

This, I believe, is probably closely related to my intense fear of robots.  That's right, robots.  Roomba (that creepy robotic vacuum thing), furbies, you name it, I hate it.  If robots ever become a 'thing,' I will totally be that one person who doesn't have a robot.  I'll be that one person chopping her own vegetables and driving her own car. I'm not sure that this phobia has a name, but I do believe it might be able to be classified under the sweeping umbrella of technophobia.  I do not care how much I hate vacuuming, a Roomba will never be in my house.

And, finally, we have the fear of seaweed (no, it's not funny to throw it at me at the beach, nor is it funny to express a desire to do so) or algae.  These fears do not have a technical name that I can find, but might be classified under 'phytophobia,' though I'm not scared of all plants-- just seaweed, algae, and plants that grow on/over things, that coil around trellises, etc.  Oh, and I also find it intensely creepy that a plant will find light.  Like if you put a sprout in a shoe box, and create a maze, and then cut a hole in the top, the little green sprout will eventually be poking out of the hole, and will have grown through the maze, finding the small light from the hole you cut. You tell me that's not creepy. Some people would probably see this as metaphoric--and poignant and powerful.  Not I.  It's just plain creepy as far as I'm concerned. So, yeah, actually maybe just phytophobia would cover it.

So, while there's not a strict answer about what makes a phobia different from a fear, I'm going to call mine phobias, since the things I am afraid of pose no actual or real threat... ever.  And, because my reaction to these things is disproportionate to the thing itself.  I definitely have "persistent irrational fears of specific objects that lead to a compelling desire to avoid them," so despite some nay-sayers out there, I'm going with Phobia.  

So, here is my current phobia list (with names I've made up):

1. Yeastphobia.
2. Papershreddingphobia
3. Technophobia (more specifically, Robotophobia)
4. Phytophobia.

I know I can't be the only one with weird/unusual/not mainstream phobias out there! Is there anything weird you're scared of?  Or just a phobia, in general?  It doesn't have to be weird, but it'd make me feel a little less crazy.  Emphasis on 'little.'

In other news: A new book review has [finally] been posted!