31/10/2024
Something is starting to shift in tango over the last couple of months. Something different is brewing, and on the surface it’s starting to result in a multitude of widely publicised events or posts about misconduct in tango. Perhaps some sort of awakening is starting to happen, or a tango-me-too movement but I certainly can feel something changing. I can also feel it in me.
I am not at all surprised or shocked by what I’ve been seeing or reading about tango professionals lately. The big news is that this came out publicly, one name was named, another name was seen. But none of this is a surprise, most certainly not to a large proportion of women in tango. Many of us women, if not the majority, have experienced some sort of misconduct or even abuse. I have been through a few experiences myself, for example when I was repeatedly kicked during practice hours while we were working on giros. The leader, instead of slowing down and trying to figure out together with me what was going on and how to fix it, lashed out on me, calling me incapable and getting angrier and angrier, and as a result kicking me even more. Another time, another dancer, during a class I was taking from him, was clearly having an er****on and kept on breathing heavily into my ear, which made me, at that time still very inexperienced follower, frozen with shock and fear. And many more situations like these.
Why do we as women freeze in these moments, why do we stay silent and just hope this passes? Because that’s what the more disadvantaged being does, to minimise the risk as to not provoke aggression or increase danger even more. Most of us women know this feeling of freezing, sometimes before we run away (leave the class, quit a partnership etc) but also, very often, we don’t flee and remain in the freeze state. The minimisation state, the state of “as long as I don’t do anything, don’t say anything, and don’t provoke, maybe things will be ok”. And what we also very often do in these moments is blame ourselves: did I do something to cause this? Was I indeed incapable, did I indeed instigate this reaction, did I somehow lead him on? The self-blame and the freeze state together make us incapable to confront the person in the moment, and afterwards, when some time has passed, it feels wrong to revisit the situation because, again, “what if I misunderstood everything? What if it was nothing and I’m making it all up in my head?”
And then, there’s always the fear of repercussions in case we confront the perpetrator. Always. Very often the perpetrator is a well-known man with his name and “tango legacy” behind him. Even the no-big-name tango dancers and teachers have strength on their side: they target the less experienced, the less knowledgeable, the younger, and as a result still have the upper hand.
Some time ago I publicly named someone who was physically tripping women while dancing with them, telling them they were bad dancers, and gave them his contact to “teach them how to fix their dance”. There was a backlash, of course, and many people still, to this day, dislike me, including women. They felt it was unethical and wrong to expose someone like this, despite this person having been warned multiple times and even escorted out of some milongas prior.
Why is it that the society likes to close their eyes on abuse, and is very quick to find excuses and forgiveness for the perpetrators? Sometimes all it take is a couple of weeks, or a “sorry”, and everything is forgotten?
The shift that I feel in tango, as I wrote in the beginning, is in the strength and support of women. There’s more community feeling among women. There’s more solidarity and less silence. There’s more “I know how it feels sister, and I’m here for you” between us. I feel less alone, and I am grateful to women for standing up for each other and, even more, for lifting each other up. We no longer compete with one another (at least some of us don’t) as we used to, for the scarce resource of good leaders in tango. Instead, we warn each other about men who have hurt us. We give a hand when one of us falls, and we share the joys and the griefs of tango life with each other.
And here comes my big, very big discovery: I have spent my whole tango life waiting for men. For a male teacher to teach me. For a male dance partner to work with me. For male dancer to invite me. For a male partner to practice with me. For a man to feel patient and curious enough to train together. For a man to choose me.
It was always about waiting for a man, because without a man, I was not a dancer. I was not a teacher.
I still see this. I regularly see women asking men to teach them, when these men can barely dance. I see women tolerating temper tantrums and disrespect because they don’t want to lose their dance partner and remain partnerless.
And seeing this, having been this woman myself, I decided I didn’t need this to continue for me. So now I study with female maestras or with men/couples who respect me. I stopped waiting for a male dance partner and decided to work with a woman, building a couple with Judit. I decided to no longer tolerate disrespect or disregard for the sake of keeping the waters calm.
And you know, my life is significantly better now.
Things are changing.
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