Title: Manspotting
Author: Ritu Bhatia
Published: March 2018, Speaking Tiger Books
This is a single-woman-in-the-city memoir with a twist. The woman in question is divorced with a child. It makes a nice change from dealing with the shenanigans of twenty-somethings, entertaining as they are.
In the opening chapter, like in any chick lit novel, we are given the context within which an urban, middle-class Indian woman must take a stab at romance. Unlike her Swedish or American classmates in an international school in Zambia, she was not allowed to attend sleepovers or socials, making her stick out as different and exposing her to racial slurs. Her parents remained steadfast in their commitment to their “Indian values”:
I hated being different but my parents weren’t worried about the social ostacrismThey were more concerned about perpetuating what they called “Indian culture and values”. Purity is the chief virtue of Indian women, my dad emphasized,Boys were dangerous and not to be trusted since their main intention was to stake a claim to a girl’s virginity. They had the potential to ruin our lives.
When the family moved back to Nagpur, the rules that restricted unnecessary interaction with the opposite sex remained, but were updated: “if you sleep with him, you’ll have to marry him.” This didn’t stop her from having teenage romances though.
Bhatia’s situation is quite typical. On the one hand, her parents encourage her academic aspirations – even demand them. She is given her own scooter and her father teaches her how to drive a car himself. On the other, she is married off at 22. Lacking the energy to stand up to her father, she “capitulated after a brief show of resistance”.
“What else would I do?” she offers, even though the choice of studying abroad her parents offered her might seem preferable to some. Bhatia sleepwalking into marriage because she wanted “a life outside the laboratory and my bedroom” is symptomatic of the many women raised on fairytales who believe that their lives cannot begin without the awakening kiss of a prince.
Helene Cisoux notes in “Castration of Decapitation”:
Sleeping Beauty is lifted from her bed by a man because, as we all know, women don’t wake up by themselves. Man has to intervene, you understand. She is lifted up by the man who will lay her in the next bed so she may be confined to bed ever after, just as the fairy tales say.
Bhatia’s story has a twist, though. We find out what happens after the happy ever after, and then some. She refuses to lie in bed, literally. First, Bhatia finds herself entirely unprepared for married life:
Having been raised in a house where my academic achievements counted above domestic skills, I had no housekeeping talents to rely upon.
She “struggled with the role cast on me by the collective: that of decorative wallpaper in my husband’s life.” Although the prospect of motherhood scared her, she fell in love with her baby. It was not enough though. Bhatia began seeing a counselor, and realised that she had to start over.
Women who decide to start afresh in mid-life must face that most friends and family members of the same age are well “settled” with husbands, kids, in-laws, maids, drivers, chowkidars and dogs. My decision to turn my safe life into an uncertain one, contested sharply with the apparently secure and predictable existence of many in my circle who regarded me as crazy, stupid and selfish.
Bracing herself against the disapprobation of society, and dire warnings of the difficulty of going it alone as a woman, Bhatia moved into a dank apartment, her son shuttling between her home and her husband’s.
Bhatia does not go into a lot of detail of what this entailed, possibly to protect the extended family which she now has cordial relationships with. As a mother, this the part I have most interest in. I wish she had spelled out more the logistics that separation involves and some of the difficult conversations it would have entailed.
Early on, she fell into a romantic relationship that initially seemed perfect. It fell apart when she realised that it would have meant more of the life she had just escaped from. She was not without choices. She could have chosen to go back to her parents, her marital home or her new beau but “all they said look we won’t change our lives to accommodate you. But you’re welcome to join us if you want. At least you’ll be safe” .
She eschewed this safety and continued on the hard road of being single, a decision she often questioned the wisdom of, especially when she had to deal with plumbers and electricians who treated her like an idiot or tried to con her because of her gender and the absence of a man or when she had to fend of unwanted advances of married men. She decided to slog on with anyway, in the hope that it would get better.
Marriage would give her safety but “wives moved cities and countries every time their husband’s jobs changed, tolerated often-obnoxious in laws, sacrificed careers and passions for the sake of families and devoted all their energy to responding to others.”
The next part of the book is devoted the dating scene for the older single woman and the various bad dates she goes on.Being thrust into the world of millennial dating, she notes of the single women she met, “Being forced to shift from the cozy world of wife to the floundering unicerse of singles was traumatic. They hadn’t stopped mourning their pasts, and talked as if their lives had been real and meaningful only when they married.” But she too is not immune to some of their fallacies: ” “The subconscious lure of marriage as the ultimate life-changer remained powerful.”
Chronicling the barren dating landscape is an essential element of chick lit, but the litany of bad dates here bored me somewhat. I found myself more drawn to the odd good ones. She does make some astute observations about the men she meets, even if the criticisms are possibly too ubiquitous. For example:
Other interactions with middle-aged desi guys have convinced me that whatever little interest they had in other people has slowly dissipated over the years.
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Their attachment to their parents isn’t always altruistic, though; there are properties and business to be inherited, and desi boys will go to great length to ensure that they don’t lose out on anything.
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Now every woman knows about Indian men and alcohol. A few drinks down and they start behaving as if the world is their playpen.
There are darker observations too, of being sexually harassed in the office, of being accused of leading men on when all she wanted was friendship, of the sexism in the Indian newsroom. A particularly insightful chapter was the one in which she points to the similarity between the women with AIDS that she meets through work and her own status as a single woman: “They were misfits in their own lives, just the way I was”.
While Bhatia’s journey as a single woman is an exercise in freeing her mind from the mould of good Indian woman, she retains a – dare-I-say-it – prudishness that I found puzzling. She appeared to draw the line at gratuitous sex, which is fine, but there seemed to be a latent judgment about women who pursue this path.
For example, she says of the friends that go to bars to improve their dating chances: “The idea of being perched precariously on a bar stool, trying to chat up men was terrifying and reeked of desperation.” She scoffs at the playboy who woos her with wine and chocolate as a ploy to get into bed, even though her problem with most men is their lack of finesse. She wonders, when faced with a younger man who seemed to expect her to sleep with him, “what kind of women considered Kingfisher Strong and pizza adequate incentive to get in bed with Vijay?”
In her mind, it appears, sex is a favour to be granted; she didn’t seem to think that women might want it for it’s own sake and be as casual about it as men. She apparently has not met a single woman for whom this is so; instead, she points to women who appear to be casual about sex and who are not.
In the end, the book offers single women the encouragement that there is light at the end of the tunnel of bad dates and scrambling to make logistics work. It may just not be the light you expect.