The term ‘queer’ is never really associated with age. It is now firmly placed within the LGBTQI+ community. It is a term associated with identity.
I would like to acknowledge the controversy surrounding this new term “age queer” and I apologize should this be considered offensive, but I hope that I can appropriate this
for good.According to an article on Bustle.com by Lindsay Denniger “queerness isn’t a trend, it’s a human being’s identity in the current socio-political climate”. I agree. Urban dictionary defines “age queer” as used to describe persons who feel that their chronological age does not fit into the persona they wish to present to the world and that live, at least partly, outside the socially constructed norms
of behavior and association.
An Age Queer will frequently engage in activities with significantly older or younger
persons, friends and lovers. I first encountered this phrase while watching an episode
of “Younger” where Lisa’s character used the term “age queer” to get out of a troubled situation she had created with lies and deceit. Lisa is a 41-year-old woman trying to
make a living in the publishing world. At 40, she was divorced, homeless and penniless. She had to start all over again with one child to support.
No one in New York would hire her because of her age despite how qualified she was for the job until, by fateful realization that she could pass for a younger woman, she
lied about her age. Claiming to be 27, she gets a job in publishing and begins a promising career.
Yet this isn’t why I am appropriating this term. As a Nigerian woman my value is measured in numbers; my age. At a certain point in my life everything around me tells me
that the count has begun. People greet me differently; they call me “Ma”. Strangers
included. Conversations with friends and family start to reference the value of men in my life. People all around me, at work, at home even at social functions exhibit lower
tolerance for my mistakes.
Men become hostile in an argument and feel even more challenged by my assertiveness and intelligence. The name calling begins, mostly from men I barely interact with. They use the term “feminist” as an insult when I speak.
In all this time my face looks the same to me when I look in the mirror. So, these changes in attitudes towards me overwhelm me at first. It signals the fear of loss, perhaps
I’m no longer cute, funny, amusing and young. As we say in pidgin parlance, “You don dey old”. It gets worse when those who mean well, who seem truly interested in your personality, interrupt you by asking, “how old are you?”
It is not asked to further the conversation but to qualify you; with the same effect this question has in an employment interview scenario. In Nigeria, the question “How old are you?” can evoke a number of reactions and facial expressions from both men
In a conversation about career growth “How old are you?” could mean, “Let’s count your eggs to see how much time you have to live these dreams before babies come”.
A conversation about one’s marital status or marriage in general, it could mean, how long before you stop being desirable to men.
It could also judge for intelligence. When I was younger people would marvel and be truly impressed by something I said. Today, I get the same reaction; but when the age question is dropped in conversation, this impressive and expressive mind could suddenly become oppressive and annoying or dismissed as expected of a grown woman.
I do not intend to go into a long diatribe on reasons age qualifies us. I will however express frustration at why it qualifies a woman. None of the ways I have described is applicable to men in my society. Except, maybe in marital status and even that is forgiven easily.
A woman has to fight for how much society can give her, yet it robs her of that fighting chance when it defines her by a number; she can only count those inevitable numbers
to her death. In the traditional Nigerian society, a woman is expected to
live her best life, if not her entire life, by 40.
For as long as she lives after that she is old and discarded, living though the lives of her children as she awaits grandchildren and deals with all their ungrateful shenanigans.
If she is an urban woman she may have a career to fall back on. If, (unfortunately) she could not make better decisions in her 20’s, she is doomed. Life beginning at 40
is an option for the man, not a popular one for the woman.
Opportunities are slimmer for women in their 40’s and 50’s. With many poorly educated, we do not stand a chance in this rapidly changing world. There is a positive correlation between enrolling girls in school with an increase in life expectancy and gross
domestic product of a country. An educated woman is given a lifelong gift of knowledge, skills and competence but most importantly, choice.
In Nigeria, the dropout rate of girls to boys in primary school is higher. Enrollment of girls to boys in primary school is lower. A woman’s intelligence and professionalism mean nothing in a patriarchal society if she is not sexually desirable in
the male gaze.
If she is widowed or divorced at 40 or 50, in a society where age defines a woman’s sexuality, where an older man is seen as desirable, a woman of the same age is
seen as a sexual relic. This doesn’t give her a lot to look forward to especially when she is quite sexually active.
A few urban Nigerian women are beginning to reject such limits on love and life placed on us by society. It is a difficult and unattractive fight which involves all the shaming that a misogynistic society can offer; feminism shaming, ageism shaming inclusive but the results it brings in its stride, as you fight, cannot be measured. The fullness of love and life that rewards you can be seen both physically and financially.
So, I apologize to the LGBTQI+ community for the appropriation, but I am age queer.
I refuse to be defined by a chronological age because I refuse to give society a number by which it can limit my world. I choose the fullness of love and life.
Article by Nelly Kalu