Sometimes it’s just better to shut up. A situation arises, and you might be tempted to talk your way through it, in it, out of it, around it, and it’s better to just…not. But if you like words and logic and being up front about things and trying to talk in a direct way and making that crystal-clear human connection, it might not always seem obvious when it’s better to pipe down, nor will it be easy.
Absolutely Essential Caveat: I’m not saying there are times to speak less because you’re a woman who talks too much and that is bad, good Lordy in the morning noooo. God knows we’ve been told enough that we talk too much in general since forever. We are still told this now even though it’s utter myth and the science trying to say so is being used incorrectly. PBS explored this idea back in 1999 and found not only that women absolutely don’t talk more than men, but that men are the ones running their yappers at all-time high yap speeds on the daily. No one can believe it, such is the grip of the stereotype, but it is true.
And more significantly, that how much men or women talk depends highly on “social context” and “relative power.” Moreover, not only do men talk more than women (even when both are powerful), it’s the perception that women are not as intelligent or entitled to basically hog up the air that makes them appear to talk more than they should even when they aren’t talking at all!
But acknowledging all this doesn’t mean we can act as if these assumptions and prejudices don’t affect us in our every day lives. Plenty of women have the specifically related problem of being afraid to just say no, to be direct or blunt, because society is always coming back at them with bullshit labels like “too emotional,” “too bossy” or “too much like person with detectable gravitas.” We internalize the idea that we are taking up too much space and demanding too much, so we talk ourselves out of speaking up. Or, we over-explain and couch things. Yes, it’s talking too much but specifically in ways that are a disservice to OURSELVES or people we mean to help. Then, I think it is worth unpacking.
Which is why when I was reading the excellent most recent “Ask Polly” advice column over at Hairpin, I had a moment. The advice-seeker wants to know how to tell her friend to stop pressuring her to join one of those bullshit marketing scheme weight loss things. Polly, AKA the brilliant Heather Havrilesky, lays it bare in these three paragraphs that instruct the advice-seeker to simply say nope, this shit is not for me, and then not explain further:
I would avoid specifics. I would memorize three “No thank you” lines and I would prepare to say them over and over again, punctuated by uncomfortable silence. As long as you don’t start talking and explaining and apologizing and discussing her choice to become a pox upon the face of the earth, you’re safe. Just be a woman of few words in this arena. And for fuck’s sake, don’t get drunk. Don’t loosen up and start blabbing about the wrong thing. Your first line of defense is silence. Your second line of defense is one or two scripted, polite refusals. Your third line of defense is more silence.
We women always want to explain everything. More words! Surely more words will solve this problem! Men know better. When people ask most men to commit to something they don’t want to commit to, or to discuss something they don’t want to discuss, they fucking sit there and say nothing. They never explain shit, those smug rats! They never throw good words after bad when they can choose to remain vaguely disapproving and enigmatic instead.
And they never get blamed for anything that way! We get blamed and blamed and blamed, because we can’t shut up. We try to make stuff better by apologizing, analyzing, comparing, and along the way we nail ourselves to the wall like specimens. No!
Be a woman of few words in this arena. Oh how it pierced my soul straight to its talky core.
Recently a kid stopped by my apt. trying to sell a daily dead-tree newspaper subscription that was supposed to somehow help pay for this kid’s college tuition — the farce of hanging a poor kid’s educational possibilities on the subscription rate of a dying industry is just too much to stomach. But rather than just saying, nope, I don’t want your subscription (by the way, this had happened before, and I had checked with the newspaper to verify its legitimacy, and the newspaper said it had no knowledge of this scammy thing), I felt like I had to explain this whole story of how I really was sympathetic to the whole college plight and how I had to pay my way through college on loans and Pell grants, but I really did not want to get a subscription nor did I trust the program etc. etc. WTF? Nope, no thanks. Not for me. Why couldn’t I simply say less?
Because I didn’t want to seem like a dick who didn’t care. I wanted to seem like a dick who did care, but who was going to be a dick anyway. That took more words. Incidentally, it is not lost on me that my husband never has this problem, and simply says no, demands better services, speaks up when something’s not right, and never talky-talks it up with the strangers. He gets way more general assistance on the regular, and as a result I pretty much make him deal with service people because of it. So I’ve even self-eliminated real-world interaction on account of it.
So I hereby commit to a list of times when talking less is better because words aren’t helping.