And why is that
question still being posed in 2015?
Dawn on Saturday
should have found me in Nairobi but unfortunately, international travel
arrangements were kicked into touch by an "only in Africa" situation,
and instead the weekend peeped over the horizon to find a small convoy of two
cars, laden with camping gear, five young men aged between 12 and 18 and a pair
of women gasping for breathing space offered by the Kruger National Park.
Parks and open spaces,
"green lungs", hoover up CO2 and spill life-giving oxygen into a
frenetic city, which cruelly slurps that up and spits out even more toxic
emissions (90 million tons a day, Al Gore tells us). Ouch.
But entering the Park
immediately synchronises human lungs to the rhythm of the bush. Our
chests expand wide and deep, drawing in soft, pure air, fragranced by dust and Red
Bushwillow (Combretum apiculatum) overlaid with eau d'animal.
As if we'd walked into a wall, our blood pressure instantaneously drops,
breathing slows and muscles relax. Heaven.
Once inside the reserve, my genius friend hands over
her vehicle to her cool dude (licensed) guest from Argentina and of course, all
the boys want to be together in that car, leaving us women to travel in Lola.
Terrific, that works for us too - Kruger's big and striking north for our
camp close to the Mozambique border, we have hours to while away, absorbed in
bright conversation.
Enneagrams. Buddhism. Books. Further education
and studies. EQ and its effects. Travel anecdotes and then, true cavewomen, we
fall to analysing relationships. Boss (hers) husband (mine) males of our
experience (past and present, varied roles). Friend's relationships. Single
parenting our sons.
Result? We concluded that men can be
comfortable around smart, strong women providing they aren't too strong or
smart, all of the time. The battle of the sexes is truced and troubled
waters oiled when control is occasionally relinquished and handed over to the
peacock.
Which is a bit of a problem if you are a strong,
intelligent, opinionated, educated woman perfectly capable of running life,
work, home and children exactly the way you want them to be managed.
You're so competently achieving this and fitting in some 'me' time
that you don't have space in your úber organised schedule to step back
and hand over the reins. The agenda is jam packed - what if the baton is
dropped and your strategic vision not met? This isn't about sexism
or female chauvinism – this issue is one of control and fear of letting
go. Lack of trust. Perfectionism.
Both genders need to recognise that relationships
are a jointly baked pie. One baker's strength is in the pastry, other baker’s
in making the filling. Success lies in establishing and acknowledging whose
skills lie where and respecting that boundary. And knowing that over a lifetime,
different pies with diverse fillings will be baked and roles reassigned.
Fluidity rules.
My learned and commandingly corporate friend and I are faintly
optimistic that we've raised our boys to be confident men. Powerful
enough to jointly bake a pie and willingly swap pieces and places with the
independent, accomplished women with whom they choose to share their lives.
That's our contribution to answering this darned question.
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