Jakarta Nightlife: The Feminist View

Jakarta Nightlife: The Feminist View

Gender politics in Indonesia exist on a different plane from
those of the West. This country annually commemorates the work of
Raden Adjeng Kartini and her struggle for the emancipation of
Indonesian Muslim women. Yet it is a struggle that has by no
means achieved its goals. With this in mind, empowered western
women can face a struggle of their own trying to find a niche
within the society here that they can feel comfortable in, a
problem that is thrown into sharp relief when they try to have a
night out on the town.

According to the Indonesian sociologist Julia I Suryakusuma in
her fascinating new book Sex, Power and Nation, "Indonesians
deplore the influence of pergaulan bebas Barat (liberal western
social norms) which in essence means socializing too freely among
the sexes, leading to pre and extramarital sex and other immoral
practices. Why they should be pinned so specifically on the West
is strange, as Indonesia has its own indigenous brand of pre and
extramarital sex. As such, it appears to be a way of projecting
Indonesia's own permissiveness and immorality on the dominant
West."

Women here are supposed to be chaste before marriage and have
traditionally been emasculated to the point that they can't
venture out after dark. This being the case, late night bars or
discotheques are still, to an extent, demonized as the domain of
the "bad" girl. Jakarta is a more progressive place than the rest
of the country and its night spots are chock solid with young
people enjoying themselves with their mates. Nevertheless, many
of the metropolis' bars and clubs, even (or especially) the ones
in five-star hotels are full of what are euphemistically referred
to as night butterflies or rather less pleasantly, chickens.

Indonesians sometimes talk disdainfully of the decadent West
and the perceived immoralities of "free sex". Well, sex is
largely free in the West, I guess ... it's certainly not as
normal to pay for it as it can seem to be over here. Furthermore,
the fact that sex is so outrageously "free" in the heathen West
doesn't necessarily mean there's much of the stuff available to a
lot of people. On the other hand, according to our old friend
Julia, "Despite the rhetoric of Islamic and Eastern values, most
Indonesians are essentially sensual, Epicurean and aesthetic, and
love sex (also talking about it), good food and beauty."

So what does your modern emancipated lady think about the
town's various nightlife options? Do they sometimes feel like
they are trapped in some factory farm chicken coop? Or do they
enjoy diving into the strange and exotic world of Jakarta after
dark? I asked a friend of mine to elaborate. We'll call her Miss
X. Although her real name is Suparna Ghansham, an English teacher
at a central Jakarta English course. How does she manage to
navigate the virgin/whore myth emerge with her sanity intact?

"I have to say that most of the women I see around on ladies'
nights are quite a disgrace to womanhood and a slap in the face
to the woman of substance. I often see them throwing themselves
at white men like they were the last of the male species," an
uncompromising assessment from my friend, unquestionably.

She told me that BATS in the five-star hotel Shangri La is "a
bit sleazy". CJ's, the extremely popular bar in the swanky Hotel
Mulia in Senayan was described by my friend as being full of
tarts and tarted up non-tarts. Sometimes you can tell if someone
is professional or not; the brightness and thickness of their
lipstick is always a good sign, I reckon. Retro at the Crowne
Plaza? "The last time I went there I got in for free and was
handed Fiesta mint-flavored condoms at the door!" Hmmm. Untitled
Bar in the JW Marriot? "Full of butt-grabbers galore, and the
butts that were grabbed belonged to some waitresses too. I guess
they think it is part of their job to be randomly manhandled."
Clearly Jakarta's sleaze has the potential to seriously annoy
your more educated and enlightened female.

The meat-market factor can be unquestionably high for a
nominally Muslim country.

Perhaps this week's column has been my personal revenge on the
bombers. I have been discussing Jakarta here, but Bali is
similarly liberal in its easy-going melee of tourists and locals.
I thought writing something a bit sexy would annoy these confused
individuals beyond the grave. For let there be no mistake,
sexuality is one of the primary issues at the heart of this
ludicrous Bush-Bin Laden clash of civilizations. Sex and
perceived sexual decadence; sexuality and its repression
(ironically favored by both Bush and Bin Laden); sexual
repression of females (perhaps slightly more on the Bin Laden
side, that one).

Sexuality pierces to the heart of the human psyche, to the
seething, tensing engine of the Id. To deny the release and
sublimation of sexual tension, as the Saudi/Wahabi/Jamaah
Islamiyah mind-set does, causes desire to turn in on itself and
mutate into guilty self-flagellation whilst also contributing to
the persecution and repression of the objects of sexual desire by
the dominant sex, i.e. the virgin or whore polarity. This is just
one of the fantastic legacies that organized religions have
bequeathed us over the centuries. And now, having used the word
sex about 10 times in two paragraphs, I risk provoking the fury
of such religions; history shows us that violence is more
acceptable to those of faith than sex (that's 11).

But to take a soft line, can we at least have a month's peace
for Ramadhan before we're plunged into yet another 11-month ocean
of insanity. Let love reign everyone. Shalom. -- Simon Pitchforth