“Cady, I know that having a boyfriend may
seem like the most important thing in the world right now, but you don’t have
to dumb yourself down to get guys to like you … I know, how would I know,
right? I’m divorced; I’m broke from getting divorced; the only guy that ever
calls my house is Randy from Chase Visa. And you know why? Because I’m a
pusher. I push people. I pushed my husband into law school; that was a bust. I
pushed myself into working three jobs. And now I’m going to push you, because I
know you’re smarter than this.”
Mean Girls (2001)
Ah yes, pushing square glasses down the nose, a sure-fire means of increasing the intimidation factor. |
Some possible answers of mine, varying in earnestness, to that
spear-in-the-guts of a question, how are you still single?:
1) Beats me, mate. I
mean, personally, I think I’m great company, clever, beautiful, and pretty
low-maintenance, plus I can bake and I know how to fold a fitted sheet, so you’d
think the fellas would be falling over themselves to court me. But, you know, I
also think that pineapple on pizza is really tasty, The Last Jedi is the
best Star Wars film, and teaching oneself to read Ugaritic is a fun way to
spend a free afternoon,1 so I’m aware that my opinions of things don’t
necessarily align particularly closely with those of the general populus.
2) I think of it as an act
of service to my sisters in Christ. You must have noticed the dire shortage of
men in the Church, especially young and eligible ones, so I’m simply doing the
other ladies a favour by letting them have the gentlemen instead of
pilfering one for myself. How terribly selfless of me, don’t you agree?
3) Well, you know, I’m
not sure I really want one of these husband things anyway. They sound like
rather a lot of trouble to take care of, and what would I even do with
one? Well, all right, I’ll admit I have a few ideas … like, use his income to
pay off a mortgage twice as fast. But I seem to have managed all right so far
without one and see no reason I shouldn’t go on doing so.
4) Go and read my May
2017 post ‘The Astonishing Adventures of Captain Oblivious’ and all shall
become crystal clear. I now have the odd other example to add to the story, as
well. Like the time when I didn’t realise I was being deliberately introduced
to someone even though the introducer and myself had been talking about the
necessity of some level of deliberacy in pursuing romantic relationships literally
directly beforehand. Or the time when, something having suddenly dawned on
me more than a year after the pertinent event, I asked a friend of mine, “Wait,
hang on, if my married friends invited me and a single guy over to theirs for
dinner and a Studio Ghibli film, does that mean they were trying to set us up?
And does that mean I probably shouldn’t have suggested that they ought also to
have invited another female friend of ours who also likes Studio Ghibli?”2
5) I can only assume that
men are intimidated by my height and/or intellect. One of which is only
marginally more towering than the other.
And you know, I wish that last one were as
stupid as it sounds, but in case you were under the misguided impression that
it actually was, allow me to tell you a tale.
Oxford. Early June. Christian conference on
textual studies. Mainly American delegates. Salmon for lunch. Round tables.
Anticlockwise from me round ours, I overheard a comment I couldn’t let slide. “Sorry,
hang on,” I interrupted. “Did you just say that you’re the only woman in
your biblical languages class?”
She confirmed that I’d heard correctly.
Nobody else seemed to think this fact worthy of any great comment, but I for my
part was at least mildly flabbergasted. Plus, I have a vested interest in
trying to figure out why people do or don’t choose to study the biblical languages
as part of theology-related degrees, given that last academic year, in the
spring term, I taught a Biblical Hebrew class that had halved in size since it
began in September. So I had plenty of motive to ask a follow-up question: how
come? Why do you think women aren’t choosing to study the biblical languages?
To answer that, she began by establishing
the context that there were plenty of women in her seminary overall; they were
just choosing to study other things – like counselling, or intercultural
studies. Why this aversion to the biblical languages? The first explanation she
could think of was that an awful lot of women go to seminary in the hope of
finding a husband.
What, I said, and guys aren’t into women
who are into the biblical languages? She looked at me as if this were common
knowledge. Did I know, she wondered aloud, how many guys had told her they
found her intimidating because of her learnedness in that sphere? (She’s a New
Testament text critic, by the way, which means she looks at variations in the text
found in different manuscripts and tries to work out why they exist.) “You?” I
blurted in sheer disbelief (not, perhaps, particularly tactfully, but hey, I
was flabbergasted, cut me some slack). “But you’re awesome!” I followed up in
the hope of clarifying my point. She is, too. She’s really interesting to talk
to, perceptive, articulate, caring, totally beautiful, with an adorable slighty-southern-States
accent – what’s not to like? Intimidating, because she reads Greek and
Hebrew? This was all most unfathomable.
I suspect the problem probably runs deeper
in the American Church, but I don’t think we in the UK are entirely uncontaminated
by it either. For example, in my end-of-programme pastoral chat at the end of
my first summer working at Tyndale House, the programme director, among lots of
very good advice about things like establishing a good work-life balance now so
as to be able to stick to it later, mentioned that it was worth bearing in mind
that, if I did get married, I’d very likely be more highly theologically
educated than my husband. Which is true, so fair comment and all, but like …
why does it matter?
Intimidating. I’m reminded of a bit of Aisling Bea
standup I saw recently, in which she discusses the sorts of things people have
said to her since she and her boyfriend broke up.3 “The other thing
that people would say,” she recalls, “you’d hear them say it often – would be,
um, ‘Oh, do you think it’s because men are intimidated by funny women?’”
She gasps. “Men are intimidated.” She assails a random audience member
with a suitably make-you-jump sort of noise. “Intimidated, threatened, by funny
women. Um, do you know, do you know what women are intimidated by? Uh, the fact
that men can kill us with their hands.” She says it in this blithe, amused,
happy-go-lucky sort of tone, with a couldn’t-care-less smile that makes it both
funnier and more startlingly poignant. “Ah, and that’s a fair swap, isn’t it,”
she continues. “Isn’t that a fair swap? That’s, I mean that’s fine, of course.
Um, and now I joke, but in fairness, Powell” – here she addresses, possibly, the
not-so-random-after-all-as-it-turns-out audience member? The clip doesn’t come
with enough context to determine – “I have no idea what it must be like, from
my privileged position, to be walking down a lay way at night, potentially
after a comedy gig, and you’ve had a few beers and you’re very nervous and your
phone’s gone dead – why didn’t you get an Uber at the time, you idiot? – and you’re
walking down a lay way at night, and you’ve got your keys out, because at any
moment a woman might jump out of a hedge and tell you a joke!”
Men are intimidated. As Ms. Bea so entertainingly
expresses, the very notion of it is absolutely blooming crazy. That men should
feel threatened by women who are funnier than them – or cleverer than
them, or know more about the Bible than they do. That Christian men, in
particular, should feel threatened by women who read the biblical
languages because, my gosh, at any moment one might jump out of a hedge and
tell you about New Testament manuscript variations! Help! The sheer extent
of the power she wields! The unthinkable damage she might inflict on your poor
innocent self! How could you ever even consider getting romantically involved
with a creature of such might and potential to harm you?
It baffles me. I hasten to add that I am,
of course, not concerned for myself – you’ll have gathered that I have
concluded that it matters precious little to me whether I ever end up in a
romantic relationship or not (to my mind, getting married and not getting
married are both equally terrifying prospects; if anything, the former has the
edge) – but I tell you whom I am concerned for: all those young women
going to seminary to study something, anything, just as long as it’s not the
most valuable, most fundamental, most transformative key to understanding the
scriptures in greater depth that a Christian can be given.4 Not
that, not the languages, because that, heaven help us, might scare the blokes
away.
Forgive me, but exactly how pathetic does a
man have to be to be intimidated by a woman who can read and understand
the scriptures in their original wording? What possible harm does that actually
threaten him with? Would it not rather be to a male Christian’s benefit, if he
can’t read Greek annd Hebrew himself, to have a wife able to correct and
encourage him in his scriptural study with regard to the original wording?
Would that not be a great asset to their family? Would this means of gaining
increased understanding of scripture not be something to value and nurture, for
the sake of both the woman’s holiness and her capacity for ministry to others? Intimidated,
by enhanced opportunity for growth in godliness? Really?
I don’t get it. I hate to think so ill of
my brothers in Christ, but are they just determined that they have to be, to
put it crudely, better than their wives as far as the knowledge of God
is concerned? Do they think that that’s what being the head of the body means, being
as Christ to the Church? Do they think that a wife who’s more highly
theologically educated than her husband is incapable of respecting and
submitting to him properly? Do they think that it is only the proper and
natural situation that women should be less knowledgeable than men about
scriptural matters? Do they not view women as co-heirs of eternal life and
entitled to the full revelation of God’s mysteries that comes with it?5
It makes me furious to think that I have
sisters in Christ out there who feel a need to hold themselves back from the ‘harder’
realms of theological study because they have been told, however explicitly or
implicitly, that to pursue such things is to make oneself unattractive to men.
I lay a certain amount of blame on both doorsteps. Christian women should take
God’s words seriously when he tells them that pursuing him is more important
than pursuing anything that will only last as long as the present age, marriage
included, and that actually singleness is more blessed because it enables an
unadulterated focus on him.6 But Christian men, blimey O’Reilly,
Christian men should be the first to encourage their sisters to strive
after greater knowledge of the Lord by whichever means are available. I’m not
saying that that must, for everyone, mean studying the biblical languages, but
surely, surely, in a seminary populated around half by women, the number
of them who feel inspired to attend a biblical languages class ought to exceed one.
Christian men should not be telling women that knowing the Bible really well is
an unattractive trait – is intimidating. They should be encouraging them
in godliness, nurturing their gifts, willing them to thrive and be excellent.
Is that not what Christ does for the Church when he sends his Spirit to
sanctify her?
Perhaps this is a misplaced rant. Perhaps
the problem I describe infects far narrower confines than I have supposed. But
that conversation in Oxford last June was never going to not turn into a
blog post. And regardless, the following still applies. Sisters, brothers,
pursue greater knowledge of God by whichever means are available to you; don’t
let anyone tell you you shouldn’t, especially not for superficial reasons that
pertain merely to the judgement of other human beings. Brothers, sisters,
encourage one another in that endeavour; prioritise one another’s godliness
without thought for your own greatness by worldly measures; see greater
knowledge of God in others as something to be celebrated, increased, and
emulated, not envied or pushed away. Our time is short. Our Lord is coming.
Knowing and loving and serving him better matters too much not to pursue it in
every way we can, and urge on our fellow-believers to do the same.
Footnotes
1 It’s a Semitic language with a cuneiform abjad. Huehnergard’s
grammar, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Introduction-Ugaritic-Huehnergard/dp/1598568205,
was recommended to me by an expert, and is very good if you already have
experience with a Semitic language or two.
2 Studio Ghibli is partway through making its films available
on Netflix at the moment, huzzah! https://www.netflix.com/search?q=studio%20ghibli
3 Here’s the clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjQSJPadGYM.
It’s worth watching rather than just reading my transcription, because so much
of what makes it so hilarious is in her delivery.
4 That a Christian can be given, because of course the most
fundamental thing that enables a person to understand the scriptures is the
Holy Spirit dwelling within her. See also my thoughts on this in ‘Dear Fellow
Belivers Who Don’t Read the Biblical Languages’, under September 2017 in my
blog archive if you fancy it.
5 A few scriptural allusions in this paragraph, but I’ll give
you the 1 Peter: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Peter+3&version=ESVUK.
That’s right, gentlemen, your prayers are hindered if you are not showing your
wife the honour due an heir of eternal life. God, like all good fathers, really
cares about his daughters being treated well.
6 Matthew 6:33, Matthew 22:30, and 1 Corinthians 7 throughout: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+corinthians+7&version=ESVUK.