I am Stephany Pineda Cardoso, I love watermelon and I am majoring in communication studies. I was greatly educated by the reading assigned and even had a hour long discussion with my mom about our gender identities, this in turn helped me analyze and develop my story below. I was also specifically intrigued by the video Be A Man because I identified myself with him in a similar way.
I thought I didn’t have a gender story, and I don’t want to tell you the story of a Latina who has been oppressed by macho views because it is an experience that I have barely lived; I have seen and listened to other women being oppressed by macho views their whole lives in such an intense way, that this is a story for them to tell. Mine is a little unconventional, I have been a spectator with intertwined Mexican machismo roots that have not caught up with me until recently. My mother grew up living within very strict norms, in a village where gender roles are clear and followed till this day. Women cook, serve, clean, love their families, and are forbidden to become a rumor. Somehow, my mom broke these chains, she is the eldest of more than 12 siblings and her path is an outcast. She never understood the rationality behind the standards and expectations that women were led to, she questioned why people tried to limit her ability because she was a woman. She is a single mother and has been my only clear example for 18 years of my life, it has only been me and her most of the time, away from all the influences that would have shaped my mentality negatively.
I did not become consciously aware of my encounters with machismo until recently. As a child I never questioned or understood my surroundings; Why were only fathers called to discipline their children harshly? Why were girls in the household encouraged to cook while men threw the trash, went to the store, or joked around? I never had a clear example of “what it meant” to be a woman or a man because my mom has been both, so I assumed both roles were equal. Not being held up to traditional gender roles has been a positive experience but becoming aware of this has been challenging. How can I use this information?
I called my grandparents in Mexico recently and shared my life updates. I told them that I bought a sewing machine and that I was making my mom a dress for Mother’s Day. My grandma was happy because my mom never fulfilled her expectations with “womanly” roles, and my grandfather was proud. I was excited to tell them I cut my hair, but it felt like I was shot in the face right after. “You are not a boy!” is one of the first things I got told, “women don’t cut their hair short”, “you looked so beautiful with long hair”, was I not beautiful now? My mind twirled, my heart sank, my grandfather disapproved, my grandma stood shut. I was forbidden to do this again; I know his views were different, but I couldn’t help feeling miserable. Many expressed disappointment as if I didn’t know any better. It was the first time someone had boldly pointed at my gender and held me down because of it. From this, I now know how privileged I am for not being influenced by traditional gender roles as a child. I am proud that my interest in sewing did not develop because I was forced or pressured to do so like my mother was. My cut ponytails are my trophies, they are my strength to defy these traditional gender roles. I will not apologize because of my “inadequate behavior” as a woman. I was ignorant for a long time about surroundings, right now I still do not fully understand the information I have learned about myself, but I am further exploring this experience.