Porn for Devis with Babies

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Household chores are the number one thing that couples with children fight about, according to a survey I read recently. Indeed, in today’s society where gender roles have become largely undefined, it’s up to each couple to figure out the division of labor. Will you cook while your husband cleans, or vice versa? Who will do, fold and put away the laundry? How about the bills, the grocery shopping, the light bulb that needs changing?

You may have read Lisa Belkin’s New York Times article over the summer about couples who do everything equally. They "work equal hours, spend equal time with their children, take equal responsibility for their home.” This small group of people understand “that this would mean recalibrating their career ambitions, and probably their income, but what they gained, they believed, would be more valuable than what they lost.”

I read the article with avid interest, and then thought of whether I actually know any desi couples who practice “equally shared parenting.” You already know my answer, don't you?

The vast majority of Devis with babies still take on most of the housework. We usually cook and clean more, spend more time with our kids than our husbands do, and have more responsibilities around the home. Even if our husbands share the household tasks, we are still the proactive ones who know when the laundry needs to get done, what the diaper bag needs to be packed with, what’s for dinner. At parties, we're usually the ones in the kitchen, setting out the plates and making sure the food is warm. I also realized that among most of the desi couples I know, the husband/father spends more time working. So it could be argued that both female and male roles among second-generation desis are more traditional. Either way, we usually get stuck with the mundane daily tasks.

This may be an obvious observation, but it interests me nonetheless. What is it about us Devis that makes us more prone to embrace traditional gender roles? Is it because our parents were more traditional, and we’re just once removed from the homeland? As far as I know, we didn’t know when we got married, or had kids, that it would inevitably be this way. Many of us planned for it not to be so.

Also, it doesn't come easily: most of us go through periods of figuring it all out (a.k.a. fighting), and then arrive at some imperfect yet livable situation for awhile, until we get sick of it and try to find a better solution again. A friend of mine jokingly told me that while her husband uses porn to get off, all she needs is a house that he helped her clean to get her in the mood.

Why, all these years after women's lib and migrating from the homeland, are we still stuck with the housework? And, perhaps as a more productive discussion, what works and doesn't work with the division of labor in your home?

Brown People Join Obama's Team

Tuesday, November 11, 2008
President-Elect Barack Obama (I love writing that) is filling out his transition team quickly, and there’s already word of brown people joining his administration. Sonal Shah is the first desi officially named to be on Obama’s advisory project, and today, Nicholas Rathod starts as Deputy Director of Intergovernmental Affairs. Nick is the chief liason between the Obama team, and governors and mayors from across the U.S. (Full disclosure: He’s also my cousin!)

Others we should hear about shortly who are expected to be on Obama’s team are Preeta Bansal, Neera Tanden, Subodh Chandra, Kris Kolluri, Hrishi Karthikeyan, and Dave Kumar.

It’s electrifying to see South Asian Americans at the head of government during this historic time. At one point or another, many of these people probably sacrificed a crapload of money to go the public route. I know my cousin did. I am gratified to see his difficult choice paying off as he takes on a leadership role in the most exciting moment of our age, and becomes a part of history.

This is everything our parents worked and sacrificed for. They left their home countries, picked secure careers, so that their children could have more opportunity. So now, their children are not only making money and excelling in every field, they’re giving back. They’re sitting at the table with people who view them as equals, as every bit American as they are. They’re shaping the American narrative with their own voices. And they’re deriving from the histories of their immigrant parents and grandparents to make policies. That can only mean good for the country.

Under Bush, Indian Americans in politics haven’t had as many opportunities as they will have now (Bobby Jindal excluded). I predict a wave of young Desis getting involved in the public sphere, because they feel that they can actually have a voice now. The man at the top is listening, and he wans them to be a part of the process. It’s not just about our interests as a community being represented; it’s about us feeling like we can finally give something back to this country, which has given us and our families so much.

If he were alive today, Gandhi would be proud of these desis, who are living exemplars of his sage advice: “You must be the change you want to see in the world.”

Baby, You've Got Mail

Barack Obama's election got me thinking about how we will all likely try, one day, to explain to our kids what a big deal this all is. My kids don't understand potty-training yet, let alone presidential politics. Will I be able to remember, by the time they are learning about the electoral college and race in America, exactly how I felt last Tuesday? The answer is patently obvious: No way man.

Watching my 10 month old these days, I am often stunned by the fact that, as he sits up for the first time and starts to crawl, I have very few memories of my older son--who is almost 3--doing the exact same things. I remember them happening, of course--it's not like I am surprised that my eldest now can walk so I obviously know that he took his first steps. But my memories are of the fuzzy, global variety. Like the way I remember that I went to elementary school. The nuance, the singularity that made these MY memories--that's what's missing. Moments I was sure were etched into my consciousness forever are--well--nowhere to be found.

I was not happy about any of this. Forget Obama, I want to remember the way my son says "good morning beautiful day!" every morning. And I want him to remember it too. Which is why I decided to turn to the place I often rely on for help in a crisis: Google. A few months ago I set up gmail accounts for my kids. Whenever I have that itch in my brain that says "will I remember this one day?" I write my kids a quick note. The results are pretty scattered--and equally amusing. I just looked at my eldest's account and there are messages about everything from how he calls going to school his "job", to how he likes to watch horrible tv (why oh why oh WHY did any sane person create the whiny horror that is Caillou??), to how I have never been so proud in my life as when he, unprompted and for no apparent reason, was sweet and kind to an old, lonely stranger at a party.

Email is far less daunting than the beautiful raw silk baby book you have yet to fill a page of. (At least mine is raw silk. And man is it gorgeous. Even with the 3 inches of dust it has collected thus far. Maybe one day I will donate it to a museum.) Just as quickly as your child can say or do something hilarious, you can forever enshrine it in an inbox! Nothing about recording your memory has to be "perfect" (and I know I don't have to introduce you to the Devi-perfectionist-complex do I?) and you don't have to do a dog and pony show with it--email is almost quaint in its simplicity and privacy. Moreover, something about this method makes it easier to capture all of the unique, silly, anachronistic, anomalously amazing things about our kids. When you don't have a set number of pages to fill, or somebody dictating to you that you should "place first birthday party here," the milestones arrive organically, and can include moments such as the first time your son was in a photobooth (which is a big rite of passage in my family).

Of course, in encapsulating memories for your kids, you end up encapsulating yourself too--providing glimpses of your thoughts and heart at certain moments. (I think with wonder about how cool it would be if I could have snippets of my parents' prose from when they were 31, 36, 42. ) Whether you are writing on election day or on Parent Teacher Conference day or on a random Tuesday--by writing you are giving yourself. My pro/con list to my son about whether I want him to grow up is--let's face it--a telling artifact about his mother. Writing this stuff in real time enables you to capture the wisdom, clarity of though, and foolishness that accompany everything we as mothers do everyday. And, rest assured: If, for some reason, you go back and read something too embarrassing one day--well that is what the "delete" function is for!

The last week has reaffirmed to me how rich our lives are. Not only for the big things, but for all the little ones too. Writing these seemingly silly messages to my kids gives me--and one day my kids--a way to remember some of these little things that make our lives ours.


Obama, One Week Later

Monday, November 10, 2008


The day after Barack Obama was elected President of the United States of America, my husband’s boss called him into his office.

“I know it’s been a few months since you’ve been working with us,” his boss said, “but am I pronouncing your name correctly?”

This is one of the many reasons we are elated – no, jubilant… no, ecstatic… actually, no word exists that describes how happy we are right now – about Barack Obama. He is the literal “other” that we’ve always been classified as, and as such, he makes people take a second look at us, rethink their attitudes about or treatment of us, and possibly even treat us with more respect. At the very least, he makes people think about how they're pronouncing our names.

It’s taken me a few days to muster up a response to the election of Barack Obama. I went through it all in stages. At first I was just stunned. Then, elated. Then, too emotional. Then, stunned again. My present mood would best be described as incredibly inspired. Obama makes me want to do everything really, really well. He barely had a father, was raised by a single mom on food stamps, and looked as different as the rest of us. So how do I have any excuse not to do my best? I want to be a better mom, writer, wife, sister, daughter, friend, neighbor, PTA member. In an Obama Nation, somehow, I think my efforts will be recognized, and rewarded. I actually live in a land where our leader was judged not by the color of his skin, but by the content of his character. Somewhere, MLK Jr. is smiling.

Michelle Obama inspires me even more. She has been unapologetic about the fact that her first priority will always be her two girls. She even refers to herself as “Mom-in-Chief.” She says she wants to “get to work helping women juggle a career and motherhood.” Hallelujah! Her daughters are still young, so we will have a real, national emblem of working motherhood in the White House. And she and her husband seem so incredibly real.

I also love that the First Lady looks more like me. Not only does she have dark skin, but she’s got real hips and curves – in fact, it may do her well to check out some of our past styling advice for Devis! (Also, how cool are her boots, above?) I predict an onslaught of models of color and make-up lines geared towards women with dark complexions.

It feels weird to be so gung-ho about a President and First Lady. We're used to being extremely cynical about politicians and world leaders. Actually, we're cynical about a lot of stuff. But Obama has every reason to be more cynical than any of us, and he's not. He seems to really believe his own words about hope and change. He's not just feeding us a line; he means it.

Of course, our expectations of Obama are impossibly high. He’ll solve the economic crisis! He’ll reform healthcare! His election will lead to a new day in American poetry and literature! He’ll even cure the common cold! So far, he hasn’t let us down, especially as he signals that he’s going to move quickly to undo some of Bush’s worst dictums on stem-cell research and offshore drilling. But the world’s current love affair with Obama scares me, because, as high as he’s risen today, he has that far to fall. I hope he can manage all the pressure, and I hope people give him a break.

Obama comes as close to a national role model as many of us have seen our my lifetime. I’m going to try to remember that when the going gets tough.

Obama Nation Weekend

Friday, November 7, 2008
Happy Friday Devis. Hope your faces are still hurting from smiling. In taking it all in this weekend, catch a glimpse of the Obama celebrations throughout the world:





And if you are tech-y (like my brilliant sister), Obama-fy yourself here: http://www.dubster.com/obamafy/


(Plug-in created by Dubi Kaufmann)

Have a great weekend!

Brown Girls: More Than Words

Thursday, November 6, 2008

To Sir With Love

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Dear Mister President-Elect:

We are still giddy, we are still unable to articulate our sentiments beyond "YES!", we feel proud to be a part of what you have created. We are writing to you as Devis, Devis with Babies, Brown Girls. You have captured our minds, our hearts, our fantasies. You are our President and while we might not have known we needed a leader, we are happy to have found it out. We cannot wait to see how this palpable joy and energy is leveraged. To you, our Rock Star President, some of the many, many, many reasons we are in love:

  • Last night, because of you, hipsters, anarchists, cynics danced side by side in the streets of San Francisco, New York, Chicago, waving American flags and chanting words like "hope" and "change"...without irony.
  • People are telling their kids that anything is possible...and believing it.
  • You carried Virginia...Virginia! Macacas around the globe smile.
  • We feel hopeful. This, in the face of wars, economic recession, looming environmental emergencies. We know you can't fix everything and you are one man. And yet: We feel hopeful.
  • Your election has redeemed our country in the eyes of our friends, family, fellow-Devis around the world. And: "Your victory has demonstrated that no person anywhere in the world should not dare to dream of wanting to change the world for a better place"--Nelson Mandela
  • We believe you. After being lied to by almost every public figure put before us in our adult lives: We believe you.
  • You love, admire, and respect your wife.
  • You can dance.And your list of favorite songs promises you will pick something better than "Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow" for your inauguration.
  • You're smart. It's such a relief.
  • You're a skinny brown guy with a "funny" name--you are our sons and husbands.
  • You have given us the gift of being part of a historic moment...that is not also a tragic moment.
  • You are going to unite us: "And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn, I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices. I need your help. And I will be your president, too."

Most of all: Our children--many of whom aren't even 3 yet--will get to become little people in a culture of respect and honor for our country. They will admire you. You can--and will!--usher in a world they will be proud of. You're gonna make them rock the vote better than MTV. One day, they can shake their heads and wonder about their weird old parents who talk about 8 years of doom, gloom, antipathy and moral vacuousness.

This is our moment. This is our time. We are ready. We are waiting.

Love,
Devis with Babies