[Edited to add: In India it takes a lot of guts for a man to take a stand against customs that oppress women, it's worst if he is fighting in support of his wife (Joru)! All such acts of courage are rewarded by labeling them as JKGs = Joru Ka Gulam. Literal meaning: 'Slave of Wife']
My grandfather in 1950s-1960s telling his four educated daughters that financial independence came before marriage.
My Dad at 21 in 1960s, traveling ticket-less to break a sister’s engagement – without letting his dad know, just because she didn’t like the boy and wrote to him from her hostel. (She lived a very happily married life, with my late Uncle. None of the horrible things my grandparents foretold happened to her because of the broken engagement.)
The look on my brother’s face when someone suggested he at least finds out if his unborn baby is a girl or a boy.
Also my brother saying, “… let me discuss with my wife before deciding.”
My husband, brothers in law, Dad, friends, friends' husbands saying the same thing.
My husband putting his foot down when I attempted to serve him hot hot chapatties, the way my mom had been doing. (I really thought he was going too far).
My husband supporting my stand against the ritual of kanyadan .
A friend’s husband wanted to touch his mom in law’s feet, she jumped away, “Sons in law don’t touch feet in our side, they are poojya.” He touched her feet anyway, saying, “But Sons do? Right?”
My brother in law (Husband’s elder brother) asking a gathering of relatives of all backgrounds, “Anyone for tea, I am making masala chai for myself …?” - on my first day at my in laws place. (I nearly swooned.)
Dad rejecting proposals because NO girls in this family will be married into joint families.
Dad making sure all the married daughters and sisters attend all the functions/parties at their parents’ house. And once when he sensed some resistance, he landed there to pick her. (Of course he picked her, with the nicest smile too … )
All those friends’ husbands who pass tea to us while we are gossiping, just because they were making it for themselves anyway.
My son – well, everything about him, I guess. He has no idea he is in anyway privileged because he is a boy. He is a future JKG for sure!
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My nephew refusing to accept an Air gun as a gift (he was ten then), he wanted a guitar and didn’t care how unmanly the older generation thought it was.
Son sitting on the kitchen counter, passing me shelled peas, talking about this and that while I give tarka …
Son making sandwiches.
Shah Rukh khan ; )
Feel free to add more to the list!
Edited to add: Read more about JKGs here :)