I’m sitting at home, getting over a bad cold. I discovered this week that one of my friends is “really into homeopathic type medicines.” I told her they were crap. She looked quizzically and started to protest, and I told her I’d listen to her arguments and write about them on this website.
Unfortunately, then I started coughing uncontrollably. So this post will have no good skeptical shoot-down content. Just what I’m thinking about today.
Costa Rica. I was also in Costa Rica. Our lovely Evelyn got me a spot on the trip, despite my not being a geologist. I have no pictures, I don’t even own a camera, except on my cell phone, which I didn’t take with me so I wouldn’t lose it. It was exceptionally beautiful though.
There were a few, shall we say “feminist” incidents. The first I noticed, was when I was in Montezuma, looking at jewelery at the street stalls. All the stall-tenders talked only to my male companion, and did not even acknowledge my presence. In this case, that was good for me and bad for them. I really like to buy things when people try to talk me into it. If they had talked to me, I would have bought something, even though I didn’t want to. I talked to some people in the group about it, and they say that’s just the macho culture.
However, there was this American young lady who went up to a group of Costa Ricans of mixed gender and just started talking to them, and they seemed to all get along, though communication was difficult. Maybe my experience was that the vendors were ignoring me, or maybe they were picking up that I was hiding behind my friend a bit, which I was. I really didn’t want to buy anything, just look.
There was also an incident when we went out clubbing. I was dancing near one fairly attractive guy, and he maneuvered me into a group of his friends who were not attractive, one of whom grabbed me. I extricated my self from his grasp, twice, and discussed this somewhat with the group I was with. The American men said that the Costa Rican men were not used to American women, who behave differently than Costa Rican women. That made me wonder, how does a Costa Rican woman behave?
I call these feminist incidents because I look at them with baby-feminist eyes. I’m still trying to figure out what kind of feminist I am. There are definitly gender-based imbalances in these incidents, especially the second. However, what to do about them, and whether they bother me, those are more difficult to figure out.