S1E9: Patriarchy, Femicide & The Bank (Guatemala) Summary This episode of The Phoenix Rose Show podcast talks about heavy and mature topics, such as the patriarchy, violence, and crimes against women. The host shares her personal experience with being told she needed her husband's permission to open a bank account in Guatemala. She also shares statistics about femicide and violence against women in Guatemala and the US and discusses the need for change and improvement in this area. In an analysis of the culture of Guatemala, it is described as a stringent and patriarchal society where traditional gender roles are strictly enforced and there is pressure to conform to societal expectations. This can lead to mental health issues and high suicide rates for both men and women. The US and other first world countries have made progress toward equality and egalitarian societies. A report by DW states that fewer than 3% of sexual offenders are caught and punished in Guatemala, contributing to a culture of impunity. The World Bank has recognized young and marginalized groups, such as indigenous women and LGBTQ+ individuals, are at high risk for facing discrimination and violence. Various initiatives and policies have been implemented by the government and civil society organizations, but there is still a lot of work to be done to address the root causes of these issues. Transcription (ai transcription of show) I was shocked when the bank manager told me I needed my husband's permission to open a bank account. Hi, I'm Phoenix Rose, and today we are talking about this. We're also taking a look at the patriarchy and the consequences of that. We are talking about crimes against women and violence. This is definitely an episode for mature audiences. Welcome to the Phoenix Rose Show. Hi there. Welcome back. I am so glad that you are here. I'm so glad that I'm here. I'm happy to be doing this. I want to give a quick welcome to the, I don't know, 5 or 6 people who accidentally wandered in here, I think from social media. Thanks for stopping in. You. You did pick a doozy of an episode to start listening to. This one's a little bit heavy, a little bit dark, but I'm glad that you're here. Welcome. You know what? If you are one of the new listeners today, go ahead and drop your social in the comments or DM me and I'll check out your content and return the support. I think it's cool that you're here. Anyway, I'm Phoenix, but you probably already knew that, so let's get on with the show. So yeah, you heard correctly. I was told by the gerente the manager of the bank that I need my husband's permission to open a bank account, and that sounds like a joke, right? Like, I could say a priest, a rabbi and a horse walk into a bank. Like it sounds like a joke. I don't know, I can't even come up with a punchline. Let me see. I'll have holy water or kosher wine. I'm feeling a little hoarse free pens loan application. That's awesome. Hey. Yeah, I got nothing. Sounds like a setup, but there's no punch line there. And it's not like this was the 1950s or something. It was it this year here. And to make it even better, it's a bank we already have accounts with. I mean, not me they're in my husband's name, but still they should count as our accounts. We're married in the US. I get half of everything. Now, being a grown up and somewhat responsible adult that I am, I have been the proud owner of bank accounts in the United States. Checking and savings. Just saying. I know that sounds impressive. Not only that, but I have credit cards that I share with my spouse and they even have my name on them and I can even use them when he isn't with me. I know, crazy, right? But wait, there is more. I even have my own credit cards that are just mine. Just my name on them. I don't have to share them with anyone you know, in case I need to buy something pretty, right? back to the bank, though. Pardon? Pardon me. I need my husband's permission to do what now? Are you joking? Estás bromeando? My standard issue is. You know what? My Spanish isn't all that great. I must have misunderstood. But it wasn't a joke. It I didn't misunderstand. I was told that I could not open a bank account without either permission from my husband or a death notice. Oh, there it is. There's the punchline. It's a little too dark and not really that funny, though. I mean, Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Now, they could have said, you know what? No, you aren't a resident yet. So therefore no. Or you don't have your electric bill. That's how you have to prove where you live. Because we don't have addresses here. Hell, they could have said, you know what you look like, my dear aunt Sally and I never really got along with her stupid reason, but whatever. At least it's a reason. But now you need to ask my husband if I'm allowed. What in the ever loving. You know what? No thank you. Good day. I will take my $28. I will take that $28 elsewhere. If I had been wearing a fur stole, I swear ...
