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16<br />
Thursday 20 October 2005<br />
Culture & CUSTOMS<br />
Life in Italy<br />
www.theflorentine.net<br />
Married to an Italian<br />
<strong>The</strong> First Fight: Stepping Lightly into Italy’s “Inside” World<br />
by Fred Birkhimer<br />
When my Italian then-girlfriend,<br />
now-wife, and I<br />
moved in together, our First<br />
Big Fight wasn’t about money—we<br />
didn’t have enough to fight about. It<br />
wasn’t about any of the sources of<br />
conflict you might guess would plague<br />
a cross-cultural relationship (nosey<br />
in-laws, insensitive friends) or, for<br />
that matter, any relationship (washing<br />
the dishes, putting the cap back on<br />
the toothpaste). Surprisingly, it wasn’t<br />
even about the well-known Italian tradition<br />
of insane jealousy (that would<br />
cause the Second Big Fight).<br />
<strong>The</strong> First Big Fight was about slippers.<br />
Italians, it turns out, have very precise<br />
ideas about the domestic sphere.<br />
All the chaos and disorganisation<br />
plainly visible here every minute of the day—when<br />
you shop, work, drive, take the bus, or even just<br />
get a coffee—is strangely absent when you come<br />
home at night after a hard day at work. When<br />
you shut the door behind you, you are subject<br />
to an iron-clad series of rules, regulations, and<br />
laws that are as merciless in their conception<br />
as they are draconian in their implementation.<br />
Exceptions will not be made; prisoners will not<br />
be taken. One such law concerns inside clothes<br />
and outside clothes. Italians, in spite of (or, perhaps,<br />
because of) the chaos that surrounds them,<br />
are obsessive about compartmentalising.<br />
Slippers are the most essential item of inside<br />
clothes and, as such, form a mutually exclusive<br />
set with the outside world. That is to say, not only<br />
can you put slippers on when you get home, but<br />
you must. Don’t think twice. <strong>The</strong> opposite is true<br />
as well: when you leave the house, putting on<br />
your shoes must be the very last thing you do.<br />
I should mention that similarly rigid rules<br />
apply to the seasons. In the world of fashion<br />
and clothing you’d expect this here; consider the<br />
favourite Italian pastime, “changing the closet,”<br />
a phrase I’ve learned to dread even more than<br />
“let’s go to Ikea.” It means spending an entire<br />
day—in the company of your mother-in-law (we’ll<br />
talk about Italian mothers-in-law another day),<br />
since such delicate affairs are best decided in the<br />
family council—deciding which clothes you can<br />
safely put away for the winter/summer, only to<br />
endure the opposite process the following spring/<br />
fall. Why does it hurt the Italian sensibility to<br />
have both long- and short-sleeved shirts sharing<br />
the same closet, when they are perfectly content<br />
to walk around in wool scarves and micro-fibre<br />
parkas suitable for arctic excursions in late September,<br />
practically the minute they get back from<br />
a month at the beach?<br />
But, let’s get back to the slippers.<br />
<strong>The</strong> problem was, I didn’t even have slippers.<br />
(In my defence, I should mention that moving<br />
to another continent while staying within airline<br />
baggage weight limits is a bit tricky, especially if<br />
35 of your 40 kilos are books and CDs; even had<br />
I been an assiduous slipper-wearer in the States,<br />
I confess they might not have made the cut….)<br />
From the horrified gaze of my then-girlfriend,<br />
“Consider the favourite<br />
Italian pastime, “changing<br />
the closet,” deciding<br />
which clothes you can<br />
safely put away for the<br />
winter/summer, only<br />
to endure the opposite<br />
process the following<br />
spring/fall.”<br />
though, I could see that this was<br />
not a good excuse. Not owning slippers<br />
is simply inconceivable for the<br />
average Italian, and so I unwittingly<br />
became a member of a club I guarantee<br />
you don’t want to be a member<br />
of: those who live like students. Italians,<br />
it turns out, occasionally compensate<br />
for the chaos that they cleverly disguise<br />
as “daily life” with somewhat extreme categorisations.<br />
This one involves being a bit too bohemian<br />
in lifestyle.<br />
Let the record show that I had lived in Florida<br />
for five years when in graduate school, so I was<br />
no stranger to flip-flops. Unfortunately, slippers<br />
and flip-flops for Italians are distant relatives,<br />
barely on speaking terms; the former are dignified<br />
inside clothes, while the latter are scruffy outside<br />
clothes and as such are appropriate only for the<br />
beach. My new Italian family gleefully illustrated<br />
this point for me when my flip-flops left footprints<br />
all over the freshly mopped floors, something<br />
that suitably domesticated slippers would never<br />
have done. (Triple parking and tax evasion? No<br />
problem. Leaving footprints on freshly mopped<br />
floors?! Now that is what they call a problem.)<br />
So, when you contemplate a life-changing decision<br />
like moving in with an Italian, along with<br />
patience, a sense of humour, and a patriotic vein<br />
you never would have suspected you possessed,<br />
be sure to pack a pair of slippers. And make sure<br />
they’re appropriate for the season.