Women and Horses

oztia02_bvcLast week we talked about horses as the Other–the alien intelligence that complements the human so well. It’s been observed by quite a few historians that without the horse, the trajectory of human history, notably in Europe and Asia, would be totally different. The horse allowed a much wider spread of cultures, much faster–not to mention what chariotry and then cavalry did to the development of warfare.

Now that machines have supplanted the horse as transport and war machine, the horse is still one of our premier companion animals, though the size of the animal and the expense of keeping him present major and sometimes overwhelming logistical problems. This certainly does not prevent a certain type of human from sacrificing a great deal in order to keep horses–and it’s most interesting that this type of human, in our Western culture, is usually female. 

When the horse brought prestige and prowess in war, he was a male province and prerogative. Now those functions are performed by machines–and horses are a luxury. Though if you ask a horsewoman, that’s “necessity” to you, mister.

Women and horses quite simply get along. The best horsemen over the centuries have learned that horses respond best to nuanced handling. For women in our culture, nuance is a way of life. So is cooperative interaction rather than master/slave interaction.  For these big, surprisingly fragile animals, a human who is willing or able to meet them halfway is much to be preferred over the human who marches in and Shows Him Who’s Boss.

There has been very little written or studied about women and horses prior to the internal-combustion engine. My personal theory is that the first person to ride a horse was probably a girl. Her brother got into it once he figured out that on a horse you are bigger, taller, and ‘way stronger and faster than anyone else around you.  I wonder too about horses in later preindustrial cultures–did girls develop the fascination with them that girls do now, usually around the “tween” ages–ten to twelve, roughly? Or were they kept away from the horses and focused on other things to the extent that the syndrome never triggered?

Maybe it’s a cultural artifact of our era, when girls are given so much more freedom but still subjected to continuous sexist indoctrination. To sum this up, I give you a color: Barbie pink. A girl’s options don’t reduce as fast or as extensively at puberty now as they did a generation ago–she’s allowed a wider range of athletic skill and prowess than she used to be–but her relative physical strength and size do shrink significantly compared to that of her male peers; as that happens, she has to watch out for what she wears and when she wears it, where she goes, what she does, because the world is full of predators, and she is prey. An adult male has the freedom of the night. An adult female is the night prowler’s favorite delicacy.

A woman on a horse has a half-ton or more of speed and power to call on, and she can go wherever a horse can. She is also the equal of a man–which is why Equestrian is the only range of Olympic sports in which men and women (and horses) complete with total equality. A human predator on foot is not going to challenge his prey if she is mounted on a horse–a fact that mounted police forces know very well; horses are an excellent means of crowd control.

I doubt very much that the ten-year-old girl with pictures of ponies all over her bedroom wall and a fantasy farm on facebook is aware of this, and for all I know there is a genetic complex that triggers in human females at that age, which predisposes them toward horses. But I do wonder, and as a writer, I let that speculation evolve into plots and worldbuilding. Amazons were real–evidence for them has been found in central Asia–and they seem to have been horse archers. Our modern horsewomen are no longer likely to ride to war, but they do dominate equestrian sports, and that trend shows no sign of fading.

Women and horses have a special bond. Many outgrow it, discover boys and wander away–but later, when their daughters reach the magic age, the mothers may get back into it; daughters move on, discover boys, and mothers are left holding the horse, so to speak. And many keep right on doing it, so that one of the main demographics in the American horse world is the forty-plus woman. Manufacturers of equestrian impedimenta have even, finally, caught on to the fact that not all or even most riders these days are tween-aged girls (with the accompanying range of sizes and styles); the people buying the products are usually the mothers and women of the mothers’ age. Adult “re-riders” are a huge and lucrative demographic. And again, for fiction–there are all sorts of plots and story ideas in this fact.

Excuse me. I have to go now. I just realized what my next short story just has to be about.

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  1. My daughter was your typical horse-crazy girl. (And I have the Breyer horses to prove it.) Then she moved on to academics, crew, and heavy munitions. But she still talks about taking up riding again. I am encouraging her like mad, and have hinted to her loving husband that riding lessons would be a far more interesting gift than gemstones. Not that there is anything -wrong- with gemstones, but you cannot wear them every day, and they do clash with the camo.

  2. The tween years may be prime, but you can trigger it earlier with constant low level exposure to horse things. 🙂 Interest can also be triggered in boys as well.

    And the pink… I think they picked that pink because given the choice some little girls will choose that pink all on their own, even when NOT encouraged to do so.

  3. It worries me, that the US Army will realize that she has the skills to head into the back country with a platoon on Afghan ponies.

  4. She’ll be a general by then. Though she still might want to do her own conquering.

    Yes, Melissa, you are a very good indoctrinator–er, mom. ;>

  5. Following up a side trail — I did small light and shadow log cabin quilts for my best friend’s first born, and my nephew, who had just been born. My friend’s daughter was old enough to choose. The quilts were identical expect for one thing — a small print of white and pink in one V. The matching one had a strong deep dusty pink, because they ran out of the other color, and these two went best with the burgundy-themed quilts.

    The five year old chose the quilt with the tiny pink and white strip. Her mother admitted that she’d have taken the other one, and wondered that the child took the one that had a touch of pink.

    Even my niece of 22 still likes various pinks. Which is really interesting, and I often wonder why.

    Women will consistently choose blue-red over yellow-red (tomato) and men chose just the opposite way. Second choice for each is true red — the red we see most often.

  6. Women and horses were connected in antiquity too. Epona is so conjoined with image of the horse I’ve heard her described as a horse goddess. Not strictly true (really a fertility goddess), but nearly always associated with horses. And that was a good 5 centuries BCE

    MKK