A month or so ago, the wife of an assistant professor in Chinese was killed. She was hit by a truck as she crossed the street on the way to work. She worked as a cleaner at the college where I teach, where her husband is a tenure-track faculty member. I was surprised to learn that she worked as a cleaner, and somehow uncomfortable with this. It seemed to cross a divide between different kinds of work, a divide necessary for the fantasy structure of academia.
The wife of one of the professors I met in a Peru worked as a cleaner while they lived in England and he worked on his graduate degree. This also surprised and troubled me. It's easier not to think about why I find it troubling. It could have something to do with anxieties around North and South, First and Third. But I suspect that it has more to do with exposing the underlying class assumptions of academia for what we know they are, a privilege. And, perhaps more, they expose distance from dirt, shit, mess, the detritus of everyday life as central to this academic privilege. We don't touch other people's shit, not to mention our own; we just interpret it.
The daughter-in-law of one of my close faculty friends worked as a cleaner while she was in between jobs and finishing a degree. She worked for me a couple of times. This wasn't awkward, maybe because I knew that she also worked for my friend and that this was very temporary. And I wonder: most graduate students would be pretty happy with part time work that paid twenty dollars an hour. Yet, some work, work as a cleaner, seems unbecoming, unacceptable, stained, and dirty. Is it somehow more acceptable, more in keeping with academic fantasy, to employ students as cleaners, or baby-sitters, because we know that for them this is transitional work? Because really, we aren't getting bogged down in the shit and the dirt, really we are on our way up out of the cave.
Another woman who cleaned to me had quit her office job. She wanted more independence and flexibility in making her own schedule, less boring work, something that would give her a feeling of accomplishment, something that would let her have more take home pay for fewer hours.
Once, at a small dinner gathering, one faculty member mentioned that she was against the sort of hierarchical relation necessarily part of having someone work for pay in her home. Another faculty member said that her mother had worked as a cleaner her whole life and that it was decent pay off the books--what's wrong with that?
Someone recently called me to task for paying someone to clean my house. Why? If I had a wife to do it for me, would that be a problem? Or if my mother lived here? If the labor were free and ostensibly given out of care and love? It seems to me that there is a highly gendered supposition at work in the criticism of paid domestic labor, namely, that this work is done by women out of love. Women are supposed to handle the shit because they love us; it's what mothers do. When this work is treated as paid labor, we have to confront the fact that it is a burden, that no one really loves to do it. And we are then exposed to our own relationship to shit and to dirt and to our dependence for comfort on the work of others, when really we want to retain the fantasy that they love us.
When my kids are older and can share more in household labor, should I fire my housekeeper? Should she be denied of an extra 200 dollars a month so that I can acquire some kind of politically pure position?
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