Today I walked into the store near my flat to buy some chocolate. The owner, Jonida, petite with wavy brown hair and a kind round face, fixed her dark and clever eyes on me. She greeted me heartily “How are you? Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in awhile.”
I ensured Jonida that I hadn’t gone anywhere this week, but that last weekend I did visit a shoqe in a nearby town. The word for friend in Albanian changes depending on the gender, shok for a male and shoqe for a female. She inspected me with a smile rolling across her face and asked “Was it a shoqe you visited…or a shoqe me pantallona?” (Female friend with pants) I wasn’t sure exactly what that was supposed to mean but I thought I understood a hint of connotation, so I asked Jonida to explain. She laughed and said “In the old days women wore skirts or dresses, not pants, and so the expression is really to ask if you were visiting a man.”
As an outsider to the culture of my small Albanian town I was originally surprised at the strange, calculative, and sometimes uncomfortable gaze I would receive from community members when I, an unmarried women, would casually say “I’m going to visit this shok or that shok in (insert other Albanian town names here).” After uncomfortably giving way too many awkward explanations such as, “It’s not like THAT, he’s just another volunteer, it’s not my fault he’s a man, that’s what he is, a shok” I stopped insisting that male friends existed in my life altogether. Instead, everyone I ever met or saw became a “shoqe.” As you can see, my life is built on a pile of lies. Unfortunately it’s just easier that way.
The existence of this expression “shoqe me pantallona” confirms for me that women have felt they must lie or at least smudge the truth about the company they keep in order to avoid a community of raised eyebrows. In other words, I’m not the first girl to completely erase “shok” from her vocabulary in order to scoot by with a few less questions.
Cultural pressure exerted on women and men to satisfy community and familial expectations can be intense and sometimes unreasonable. But things are changing. Years from now I hope we’ll be able to ask each other questions and not feel like we have to lie or speak to one another in code. I hope the gender dynamic begins to open up as it did with pants…because I wear pants, and there is nothing strange or shameful about that, nor does anyone think so.