Well, no. For most of my dating career, Id feint for my wallet when the check arrived, and if my date didnt immediately say, Ive got this, Id exaggeratedly grope around the depths of my purse to give him more time to do the right thing. Sometimes I even halfheartedly offered to split the bill, but I never insisted, and men rarely accepted. If they did let me split the bill, it wasnt a deal breaker, but it was a ding: It was a great date, Id tell my friends. But he didnt pay.
A month later, I was at a fancy restaurant with a date, and I was spiraling. Id never really questioned whether men should pay on first dates. We had been nursing Negronis at the bar for hours. On either side of us, two rounds of first dates had arrived, run out of things to talk about, and left, but we were still going strong. He asked the bartender for the bill, put his credit card on the bar, and scampered off to the mens room. While I was alone, the bill came, and I stared at it like it was the Black Spot. I was paralyzed by etiquette: It seemed presumptuous to hand my dates card to the bartender, but it seemed even more presumptuous to wait for my date to return so that I could make a show of reaching for my wallet.
I realize that by offering to split the bill when I in fact have no intention of doing so, Im putting my dates in a difficult position. Chivalry tells us that men must pay on dates, but here I am, pressing to pay my part. Its like that movie trope
in which one character tells another: Whatever happensno matter how much I plead, no matter how much I screamdo not untie me. Invariably the other character caves to his buddys pleas, unties him, and everyone dies. When youve been told never to let a woman pay for dinner, how do you know when to take her up on her offer?
As I stared at the bill, my therapists hmm echoed in my head. So did the phrase benevolent sexism, which Id learned recently and had been overusing ever since. Benevolent sexism was coined by professors Susan T. Fiske and Peter Glick in a 1996 study published in the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology. Its counterpart, hostile sexism, is rooted in a belief that women are intent on seizing male power, possibly through blowjobs and feminist guilt trips. Though the same man can demonstrate both hostile sexism and benevolent sexism, depending on the situation, research has shown that generally men have a favorable opinion of women. So, Fiske and Glick write, how can a group be almost universally disadvantaged, and yet loved? The answer lies in the phenomenon of benevolent sexism, or a mans belief that women require mens protection and support.
More free dinners for me! But, Fiske and Glick write, benevolent sexism has a downside: If mens power is popularly viewed as a burden gallantly assumed, as legitimated by their greater responsibility and self-sacrifice, then their privileged role seems justified. In other words, when we all accept that its a mans job to shepherd a woman through life, then why not make him her boss, too? Why not pay him more? Fiske and Glick go on. Women who seek power may consequently be perceived as ungrateful shrews or harpies, deserving of harsh treatment. Women can be complicit in benevolent sexism: When I let a man pay for my dinner, Fiske and Glick suggest, Im bolstering the image of myself as a dependent.
So yes, in theory, a man paying for my dinner is sexist, and Im reinforcing the patriarchy a teensy bit by accepting that free dinner. But in practice, I dont think anyone is considering the gesture in those terms. I think were all too stressed about not doing weird nasal laughs or gleeking gin and tonic on our dates.
When I asked a few women whether they allow men to pay on dates, they all said yesand then they all qualified that yes. One said she thinks of a mans paying for dinner as a sort of man tax: If men are going to get paid more than we are, and have privileges that we dont have, and not have to give birth and stuff, then they should pay for dinner. Another woman said that shell let a man pay for a few dates, but then shell cook him a really nice dinnerbalancing out one old-timey, gendered gesture with another. Another said shell let a man pay for dinner on a date only if she really likes him. If shes not planning to see a guy again, she throws her card down.
A mans paying for dinner is a gesture thats withstood the test of time simply because it helps us breeze through an awkward moment after dinner. The reason scripts like he pays have persisted is that they make things so easy, and thats what makes them so insidious. Sticking with them is easier than negotiating a new social contract.
Before that can happen, we need to lay the groundwork. First, we find that we have to work a little harder to justify upholding the old rule (my friends man tax). Then we begin to outline situations in which it doesnt apply, like the woman who insists on splitting the bill when she doesnt want to see a man again. Then we start calling each other out for following the rule, like my therapist called me out. Finally, we all break the rule.
Were not quite there yet. At that fancy restaurant, while my date was in the bathroom, I snuck a peek at the total on the bill and Venmod him for half before he returned to our table. He never mentioned it, and I still feel like I committed a faux pas. Maybe hes a benevolent sexist. Maybe Im a benevolent sexist. Maybe we were both just terrified of sending the wrong signal.