CSotD: Woman, uninterrupted
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Okay, Sarah Laing's Let Me Be Frank is now officially on the list of Comics I Have To Avoid Citing All The Time. (And you have to click on that link, because this is only the first of three panels.)
I can't resist the way she combines simple art with a voice that I would call "passionate detachment." I think it's the way I'm supposed to feel about Ira Glass, but his purposefully atonal voice seems to me so calculatedly hip that I find it off-putting.
By contrast, Sarah Laing sounds like someone who has genuinely found, in her comics personna, a way to say what is on her mind without being interrupted. This is not a small thing, but goes back to our earlier discussion of male and female communications styles.
For many years, I was with a woman who, for four of those years, went to Smith College on a scholarship for non-traditional-aged students, in order to get her long-delayed degree.
If you've never been around Smithies, let me assure you that they are not shrinking violets nor in any way prone to hiding their light under a bushel.
But, even there, a seminar of all-women was different than a mixed-sex seminar. It's simply the style of men to stake out and defend a position, rather than to offer a theory and, while defending it, yet allow it to be shaped by others.
Conversation among Smithies does not sound like it was lifted from Jane Austen, but the atmosphere there is different, and there are women who would sit and stew in silence while tables were being pounded but who will venture to jump into a discussion, even an intense discussion, in that setting.
This is not entirely a male/female thing. I've known plenty of women who can't wait until your lips stop moving so they can top your story. There is also a style more prevalent among women than among men of interrupting to finish your sentence, which can feel supportive if they are right most of the time but which is maddening when you have to keep saying, "no …" and starting over.
On the other hand, I have worked for both men and women, and I can tell you that a board meeting being run by a woman is different. While brooking no nonsense and tolerating no pointless discursions, a woman CEO does encourage more participation. You leave the room feeling that you've been heard, even when you don't get your way. It matters.
Now, I see nothing in the stories Sarah Laing tells that makes me feel she can't hold her own in conversation. Quite the opposite. The life she describes sounds full of friendship, laughter and camaraderie.
But there is, in her cartooning, a voice that is probably not heard often around those bistro tables or in those late night living room conversations. There is a quiet intimacy in her storytelling that is a privilege to be invited to hear.
(And in this case, it's particularly enlightening, given that I am of the generation who bought "Laurel's Kitchen" and foisted it upon our children, right down to the leather pancakes and the whole wheat bread with the mass of soggy dough in the middle. Reading this makes me feel like Ebenezer Scrooge being guided by the Ghost of Garbanzo Beans Past.)
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