A Christmas Carol – Part III. I wonder as I wander.

 In my last post, we learned that women are less technical but more intelligent than men. Still, I was not happy. To understand why, let me take you back to that enchanted (?) Christmas night. Setting: In a place far, far away, a group of people had gathered to do scientific field work instead of spending Christmas with their loved ones… On a garden path outside a luxurious hotel, I wandered aimlessly while I wondered: What the heck is the point anyway?!

1. Apparently, women should be having babies.

2. Apparently, I do a good job cleaning, because of my natural female instinct*.

3. During this trip, I pretty much did a man’s job. Literally. Because the technician who often goes on this kind of trip wasn’t there, I was responsible for the tasks that he’d normally do. That guy has the advantage not just of being male (?), but also of having more than my whole lifetime of working experience; and of working specifically with technical issues and instruments. Even if I stay in this field and work for as many years as he has worked in this workplace, I would have that many decades of “doing science”, whereas he has that much experience of “technical science support”. Not the same thing. But still, since he wasn’t there, I did the job and (as far as we know) it seemed to work out pretty well. Heck, if I had a man’s self-confidence I might even say that I think I did a pretty good job! This doesn’t stop anyone from spending half the evening talking about how women aren’t technical. Hellooooo! I did X’s job! I’m half his age! I’m a scientist not a technician! I have neither 30 years of experience nor a technical training background to “make up for” being a female! Doesn’t this make me living proof that women can be at least a little bit technical? No, silly girl, of course it doesn’t, because one woman (and another one, and another one) can be an exception to the rule. And besides, perhaps you’re not a real woman anyway**. You know, the kind who has babies before 30… 

Yet again, the length of the post has just about reached my pain threshold (it’s a bit lower, you know, since I’m a woman. Or should it be higher, for that reason?) so yet again I bid you goodbye, and I will try to conclude the Christmas tale before next Christmas… look out for the next post!

* Rendering my years of third level education, scientific training and experience rather useless? More interesting, though, is how this natural instinct never seems to kick in at home... ask anyone who's shared a house, a hotel room or an office with me about my innate tidiness. (You'll probably be rewarded with some blank stares, or possibly fits of hysterical laughter.)

**Let me quickly point out that noone voiced this view at our Christmas dinner table. Neither about me personally nor in a general sense. I think anyone present there would only ever go so far as to saying “women are less technical in general, but of course there are exceptions” – which is of course an enormous lot better than “if a woman is technical, she’s not a real woman”. However, I think that while there's a long way between the first and the second statement, the slope between them is somewhat slippery. If you accept the first – which, to some extent, I sometimes find myself doing – then you have to watch out not to fall into the trap of believing the second. Exaggerated? Logical?

A Christmas Carol – Part II

In my last post, we learned from my boss how (1) women should have children before they’re 30, (2) women are good at cleaning, (3) it’s great that men and women have different traditional roles.You might be asking yourself at this point: Why would these harmless, obvious statements tip one female scientist over the edge to commit the ultimately aggressive/insane/pointless act of starting a whining blog?? Let us continue the tale. Setting: In a place far, far away, a group of people had gathered to do scientific field work instead of spending Christmas with their loved ones…

During Christmas dinner, the discussion turned to the ‘fact’ that women are less technical than men. Different suggestions were put forward as to why; nature vs. nurture, etc, but the basic ‘truth’ was never disputed; that women are less skilled and interested in technical things than men. Over the course of this discussion I started laying out my point of view rather passionately while resorting (probably annoyingly) to “studies-have-shown” type argumentation more often than anecdotal evidence regarding my granddaughters* or girls who have done internships in my workshop**, at which point the whole conversation apparently got “too serious” or something. We moved on [or at least I read the facial expressions, got the hint, and shut up – or rather kept my input to a polite minimum – for the rest of the evening], but not before my boss*** had expressed his belief that “women are intelligent. Often more intelligent than men.”

I was quite relieved when the Christmas dinner was finished so that I could wander away on a garden path and be alone for a few minutes. In those few minutes, dear reader, I must confess that a tear**** or two rolled down my cheek. What the hell, you may wonder, is her problem? Dear reader, my problem was this:

I am a woman. Over 30. Without kids. Who lives abroad since many years. Who only gets to go home to see my family maybe twice a year. Who just spent Christmas on a different continent, instead of at home. Who generally works her ass off throughout the year. The amount of work I do all along and my preparedness to give up important family holidays are a measure of my interest in and commitment to my work. Which happens to be a fairly technical, and not traditionally female, line of work. Now you’re telling me that

1. Apparently I have my priorities all wrong: I should be off reproducing. Women should have children before they’re 30. Ergo, I’m overdue. What am I even doing here?

2. After all the years I spent in university and the thousands of euros in student loan debts I’ve run up, after the blood, sweat and tears (not to mention my fertile years) spent getting my PhD, the main role that I fulfill is to tidy up. Which is something I didn’t even have to learn, it comes naturally to me, because women are good at cleaning.

There’s more, but in the interest of keeping this to a readable length I bid you good day, and leave the rest for the next post!

*possibly because I have no granddaughters; in fact, not even daughters

**possibly because I have no workshop

***somewhat under the influence

****Let’s not get started on the topic of crying – that’s for another post.

A Christmas Carol, Part I

This is a little something in several parts that I wrote last Christmas. It is hence almost a year old, but not previously published, and perhaps it’s a good time right now – to get into advent mood... On the other hand, when I look at this now through a filter of time, my ire has largely abated. So let’s just call this a visit from the Ghost of Christmases Past!

A Christmas Carol – Part I

Here’s an account of my Christmas 2009, and the events, people and comments that inspired me to start a blog. Setting: In a place far, far away, a group of people had gathered to do scientific field work instead of spending Christmas with their loved ones…

One little teeny-weeny irksome detail was the way my boss mentioned several times that women should have children before they’re 30. Sure, it’s common knowledge that your chances of getting pregnant at all, and in particular your chances of safely delivering a healthy baby, are strongly linked to age. And sure, draw the line at 30 if you want – I’m not sure that’s the official health advice (it’s fairly common these days to have kids after 30) but you probably have a point. Still, I thought the first time he mentioned this might be a bit of a gaffe – considering he was in the presence of a woman of 30+ with no children. But he kept coming back to this; it’s obviously a pretty strongly held view of his.

The second little thing, that really got to me, was the comment one evening that it was so nice to be doing fieldwork with me and [OtherYoungWoman] because we were doing a lot of cleaning. The boss had noticed how we spent some time every evening tidying up, making everything seatight, and we always knew where everything was. This cleaning and tidying business is apparently a girly thing, and he thoroughly approved (while slightly amused, it seemed); “I’m quite traditional. I believe in different roles for men and women.”

Funny. I was taught early on in my seagoing days that you need to stow things well, make sure things are safe, and not leave things lying around in a mess. This I was told by seasoned (male) sailors, but I’ve also learned it by practical experience, since I’ve spent most of my time at sea in areas where the weather is generally fairly rough and where bad things happen to your stuff if you don’t lash it down properly before you go to bed. Girly?

Well, I’m not a sailing person – the boss is the yachtsman! – but I seem to recall hearing this as a general piece of boating advice from more than one source: don’t leave things lying around (because they’ll go flying)… You hear these stories of old sailors and how neat they keep everything --- well, that proves to you that seamen everywhere, perhaps contrary to common belief, are really well in touch with their female side!

And with this encouraging thought, I’ll let this post come to an end, and continue my ranting in …  The Next Post!

We hope you will enjoy the show

Welcome to this first instance of my so far entirely imaginary blog taking a visible expression. On popular demand, I may add. For quite a long time now I've been tempted, but also reluctant to hop on the careening blog train, but now I've boarded... let's see where it takes me.

While working in research clearly takes up a large portion of my time and energy, and will surely find its way into these soliloquies, I think there are already plenty of good blogs out there dedicated specifically to being a young, female scientist... They're already doing that better than I could (very possibly both the being a scientist and the blogging about it; as for being young* or female, I'd like to say that at least I'm getting that right, but how can you be sure?) and besides, I'm not sure that theme really covers what's on my mind. Being a scientist defines me in part, but I'm definitely not just a  brain on a stick, and I think it's those other aspects that will occasionally stir me to write.

So what else to expect from this blog? Expect it to be sesquipedalian, for sure! I'm a self-confessed logophile... Scientist by training, language geek by default? Oh and more or less far-fetched analogies are my trademark, so be warned. But let me stem the logorrhoea for now. There will be more! and you may see that as a promise, or as a threat... *ominous music*

*this is relative, of course