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Oberlin: Where the Bathrooms Aren't Gendered but the Food Is

December 3, 2012

Dara Lehrer ’16

Like most Oberlin freshmen, I'm taking a first-year seminar class this semester, which, if you don't already know, is Oberlin's way to ensure that freshmen get to be in at least one small, discussion-based class during their first semester here, as well as to hopefully improve their ability to write a cogent essay.

I'm really grateful to have ended up in David Walker's class (called Crossing Borders: The Mysteries of Identity). I know I'm not the only one grateful for his seminar; if you poke around on this blog site you'll notice that this class has gotten a disproportionate amount of praise by other bloggers who have taken it in past years, as well as my friend Ben who is currently taking the class with me now. Could this have something to do with the fact that David sits on the board that reads the blogger applications? No. It's just a weird coincidence. Favoritism definitely isn't his style.

The class focuses in on the issues of defining sexuality, race and gender. At the beginning of the semester, I thought it was relatively easy to define these things for a person. Later on, I came to realize that, like most things in this world, sexuality, race and gender are more ambiguous than one would initially think and often impossible to quite put one's finger on with words. Now, though, I just have absolutely no idea about any of it. It seems to me, when I really think about it (which I have been doing for almost the past four months now), that although sexuality, race and gender do exist as general concepts, they don't really apply to individual people... at all. What I'm saying here is that I don't think anyone can define their own sexuality, race or gender with words. Words like straight, gay, bisexual, asian, white, hispanic, male, female are all just ideological boxes. Boxes, which in practice, don't really fit.

This guy doesn't seem too happy to be in a box.

If you're still following my train of logic here, which I can imagine some of you aren't, then you are probably thinking to yourself: okay, I get that. Hardly anyone has the genetic background from only one race, and I've seen people who change their sexual orientation. Fine. But gender? Can't you only really be one or the other?

I initially thought the same thing. But the answer I've ultimately come up with to that question is no. Gender, just like race and sexuality, is a spectrum. Let me clarify here that there is a difference between a person's biological sex and their gender identity. Most people do indeed most strongly identify with the gender that corresponds with their biological sex, but this is not always the case.

It makes a lot of sense, if you think about it. You've probably noticed that some men embody more feminine characteristics and some women act more masculine. And if at this sentence you immediately jump at the thought that I'm stereotyping feminine and masculine behavior, than be assured that I am speaking in quite technical terms. Testosterone and estrogen have markedly different effects; the former is typically associated with aggression and the promotion of a sex drive, while the latter is strongly correlated with moodiness and empathy. For more about this, click here.

Last week I got the chance to talk to another one of my classmates in my first-year seminar about her own personal experience with these hormones. About a year and a half ago, she discovered that, although male-bodied, she identified as a woman. Since then, she has begun transitioning, which for her includes hormone therapy. She has the unique experience of knowing what it is like, on a chemical level, to feel what both a young man and a young woman feel like going through puberty. How neat is that?

What I find really fascinating is how she described the change she noticed in her emotional range when she started taking estrogen. The highs are much higher and the lows are much lower. She says she cries a lot more easily now.

The thing is, if we define gender through personality traits, which really is the only way to define gender as a distinctly different thing than biological sex, than many of the men I know now would definitely be female. A few women I know would be male. The point I'm making here is that nobody is distinctly female or distinctly male, just as nobody is distinctly French or distinctly Polish. In terms of reproduction, biological sex does matter. But in terms of literally everything else, it just doesn't. It really, really doesn't.

Lately during discussion in my seminar class, I've found myself mentally paralyzed and unable to contribute to discussion. Even within the context of the class, which strives to break down the barriers of identity (or "cross the border," to refer to the actual title of the class), we still spend a lot of time trying to put into words what people are or aren't. Words like female-bodied, cisgendered, and transexual, can be empowering, but ultimately are still boxes.

I guess what I'm saying here is that ideally, we'd all live in a society free of social norms, stereotypes, and expectations based on physical appearances. I think as far as these fantasies go, Oberlin is probably about as close as it gets. Unfortunately, we are a small bubble in a big world, a world where gender identity hasn't even crossed most people's minds.

Gender is here to stay, as is sexuality and race. Gender, as it turns out, has even infiltrated my food. I work and eat in the Kosher Halal Co-op, which abides by the rules and dietary restrictions outlined in both Jewish and Muslim doctrine. One of the rules is that meat and dairy must remain separate. Items that are neither dairy or meat are called "parve." Sometimes, someone will make a mistake and cross-contaminate a parve item with something that is used only for dairy or only for meat. Strangely enough, when this happens, we say that the item has been "gendered."

I don't know why this is the term we use, but it is. That's why today, when I opened up a refrigerator in search of ice-cream and instead was met with the sight of the pan pictured below, it inspired me to write this blog post.

So, as my college moves me away from defining people by gender binaries, it paradoxically leads me to gender my food. I guess this just goes to show how little words really mean when we start trying to use them.

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