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Primates of Park Avenue
Wednesday Martin
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Published: May 31, 2015
Category:
Fiction
UPDATE: When I interviewed Wednesday Martin and enthusiastically recommended her book, I was under the impression that this Yale Ph.D. had written a closely reported memoir. Since its publication, questions have been raised about its factual accuracy. Her publisher has, kind of, sort of, addressed the questions: “It is a common narrative technique in memoirs for some names, identifying characteristics, and chronologies to be adjusted or disguised. A clarifying note will be added to the e-book and to subsequent print editions.” Sorry. Too little, too late — I’m changing the book’s classification from Memoir to Fiction. Read as a novel, it just might be more enjoyable.
If you don’t live in Manhattan, it will seem slightly insane that two words could hijack the conversation in Upper East Side zip codes for several weeks. The phrase — “wife bonus” — refers to a payment that highly credentialed stay-at-home moms get for managing the household, mothering the offspring and looking good in a size 4 gown at society galas. It’s given usually by upper echelon bankers and lawyers, the kind of men who can, months ahead of their firm’s annual awards, calculate their own bonuses to the penny.
This phrase first surfaced in mid-May, when Wednesday Martin previewed her book, “Primates of Park Avenue,” in the Sunday Review section of The New York Times. Because Dr. Martin — she earned her doctorate from Yale in comparative literature and cultural studies, with a focus on anthropology and the history of psychoanalysis — has a style that effortlessly blends “Sex and the City” and “Coming of Age in Samoa,” her book soon became the subject of a Times culture piece and an enthusiastic Sunday review.
If Wednesday Martin looked as frowsy as Margaret Mead, her meteoric success might be forgiven. But she is model thin, streaked blonde, married to a man in finance, the mother of two. All this makes her easy to envy, even to hate — and on several Facebook threads, women did just that. Simply: Manhattan’s social elite went ape over a writer no one knew and a book that wasn’t yet available.
Having lived a chip shot from Park Avenue, on and off, for decades, I found “Primates of Park Avenue” credible. A little over the top, perhaps, but so is that ‘hood. I appreciated that the text was dotted with snippets of Anthropology Lite that make useful conversational fodder at social gatherings. More than once, I laughed; at the end, to my surprise, I misted up. [To buy the book from Amazon, click here. For the Kindle edition, click here.]
Is Wednesday Martin the Margaret Mead of the .1%? I did some “hobby anthropology” of my own and plied her with 10 questions.
Jesse Kornbluth: There’s a rich tradition of undercover reporting, from “Black Like Me” to “21 Jump Street.” You chose to tell Upper East Side women what you were doing. How many declined to participate?
Wednesday Martin: I told the women I knew: “I’m researching and writing a book about what it’s like to be a mother on the Upper East Side.” They put the word out through gossip, a highly effective channel. After that, some of the women chose not to participate. But others cornered me at kids’ birthday parties and school hallways and sought me out at events to ask me, “Do you know about X?” and “Are you writing about Y?” The ones with irony and insight were right there with me, and I’m grateful to them.
JK: The phrase that every reader seems to take away from your New York Times piece is “wife bonus” — an annual payment from a satisfied husband to his stay-at-home spouse. I’ve seen this phrase questioned; some journalists and Upper East Side women say they’ve never heard it. This would be a good time to put a stake in the heart of those questions. Please describe how and how often your sources used this phrase.
WM: It’s amazing to me how big this single detail from the whole landscape of some of these women’s lives has become. People also told me about hiring black market Disney guides with disability passes to circumvent the lines at the park, which to me was a much more shocking fact than economic dependency and how women negotiate it! Over the course of the six years I lived among them, the term “bonus” was one I heard many times. It was simply part of the language to describe how women were compensated and thanked by their husbands.
JK: How long after you moved to the Upper East Side did it take you to conclude your new neighborhood was “a glittering, moneyed backwater.”
WM: It took five seconds to realize that the women around me looked and felt the need to look amazing and perfect and moneyed every second. And that the thirty- and forty-something moneyed, educated couples I was spending time with often had very retrograde-seeming household and parenting arrangements. Peeling back all the reasons — skewed sex ratios that favored men as nowhere else in Manhattan; high levels of intrasexual competition between women; a national crisis in childcare that contributes to wealthy women feeling the only “choice” is to stay home when the kids are young; and pronounced financial dependency of women on men — took a little longer.
JK: In the old days, if you had a third child, you usually moved out of Manhattan. Now, for the very rich, a third child — what I call a Rolex Child, a living symbol of wealth — means a bigger apartment and a second nanny. Did you meet women with large families who enjoyed being, in essence, breeding machines?
WM: Big families are markers of high status in the new UES ecology. This is really strange in a cross-cultural perspective, because education and wealth generally have an ameliorative effect on female fertility. That is, on the whole, rich and educated people generally have fewer kids. But in this instance, for all kinds of reasons I go into in my book, the Upper East Side is literally exceptionally weird.
JK: Before yet another session with applicants in yet another school “playroom,” your son said, ‘Mommy, I can’t do this,” and you wanted to weep. He got into a “good” school, and then, after dropping him off each day, the rejection you felt from the “Mean Girl Moms” made you cry. Why didn’t your maternal instincts tell you to move? Why did you want these women to accept you?
WM: There is an incredibly strong drive among humans for acceptance and affiliation. My thought was, “I have to do my best here. I am going to figure out this hostile seeming and hierarchical world, and make some friends for me and my kid.” Plus, how many New Yorkers do you know who like to lose? Simply put, I got caught up. Finally, I knew there were plenty of nice mommies. I just had to find them.
JK: Speaking of Mean Girl Moms, I once heard non-working mothers describe an obstetrician whose daughter went to [REDACTED] school as “the plumber.” Did you hear non-working mothers describe career women with this kind of derision?
WM: Not once. And I don’t think anybody was censoring herself around me. A lot of the women I spent time with were living a relatively new cultural dilemma: whether and how to reenter the workforce after a mommy hiatus. They weren’t hating on working moms; they were trying to decide whether, how, and when to be one. I don’t judge any of them, whatever they chose.
JK: You have a Ph.D. You taught cultural studies and literature at Yale and The New School. How does a woman with those lofty credentials come to have a closet just for handbags?
WM: I know this isn’t France, but why are intellectualism and love of fashion mutually exclusive? Beauty, accessories, Rousseau — bring it.
JK: How many Birkins did you have? How many do you still own?
WM: Two. Je ne regrette rien.
JK: From 2004 to 2010, when you lived on the Upper East Side, there were two national elections. Did you ever hear these UES women talk politics?
WM: Sure. They talked about everything. But it was a pretty traditionally gender-scripted world. Most often I heard men talking politics and business, and women talking about kids.
JK: You write that your move to the UES transformed you into “a stereotypically skinny Manhattanite with insomnia.” After you moved, how long did it take for you to be cured? Or is living on the UES like a vampire’s bite?
WM: We live on the West Side now, but the East Side of the West Side. Close to the park. I can fly across and get an UES fix whenever I need it. What I’m saying is that, anthropologically speaking, the West Side and the East Side need each other in order to make sense.
JK: Is the UES an ecological niche? Or are women in many rich neighborhoods across the country also likely to be concubines?
WM: World-wide, wherever and whenever a society is rigidly hierarchical, women do not live with or near their kin, women are financially dependent on men, and there is sex segregation, you can expect women to be disempowered relative to men.
