Woman: The role player seeks an identity

Advertising and marketing have utilised women to sell the products. Not in terms of mere models but as vehicles to reach homes. But have brands and communication specifically targeted women?

Have marketers specifically designed products keeping them in mind. Baring a few clichéd exceptions in obvious categories one can safely say no.

And the reason cannot be just the lack of economic empowerment—for that is present even in the case of kids, who, despite this, are direct and overt target audience for many a product and there is marketing communication targeted directly at the11-14 age group.

Is the Indian woman recognised as serious consumer and decision maker at all? Yes if we view her in her designated roles and perhaps not when the question is that of acknowledging her as an individual entity.

Before we start blaming the marketers and advertisers we need to understand the socio-traditional circumstances of women. An Indian woman and her institutionalised societal situation to my mind, at least, are intriguingly complex.
Traditionally, a woman has not been recognised as an individual in our country. Society has been in a hurry to push her into roles. The ideal daughter, the perfect wife, the dutiful daughter-in-law and the loving mother.

The transition from daughter to wife is acknowledged and encouraged because she is typifying roles, but the transition phase between the two where she is a lover, a girlfriend or a person who has decided to buck the trend of marriage and carve out a career for herself is frowned upon.

The one stage where she is being herself—a woman, an individual person—she is allowed little space. Her awareness as an individual, her potential and self-expression in all dimensions, sexual or otherwise, is not nurtured but buried under norms.

Even a conventional personal moment that of her first intimate encounter with her partner gets converted into a participative sport. Take the example of a suhaag raat in our Indian context. It is given a social grant by the family and becomes a staged act in which the entire family gets involved.

The groom’s sisters decorate the room and marital bed, the friends go to lengths to procure the aphrodisiac-laced paan, the sister-in-law places that glass of milk with an all knowing smile, an older male relative closer in age to the groom is given the honour of initiating the groom into his role that night, the giggling battalion of younger cousins is a permanent fixture around the room. And in the morning the elderly lady of the house will not shy away from asking for details and the assurance that all went well.

Desire is garbed under a ritual. The power of an intimacy stands diluted by societal control. Her individuality shorn and shared by the society. So even in advertising it is the role playing woman — the wife, the loving mother, dutiful daughter -in-law — who is acknowledged.

Her sacrificial role is venerated in society and advertising pays obeisance.So much so that as marketers and communication experts we cannot even sell her products or services on the convenience platform.

All the things that make her life easier, be it a washing machine or ready-made food, has to be sold not as products that will free her from the mundane but couched in various benefits for the family, not for her.

We have glorified sacrifice. If honestly and without the apprehension of being judged as a mother or wife, she is asked, she would admit that she would like to take advantage of products and appliances that make her chores easier. But meetings after meetings I have sat in where research findings present that women don’t want the pain that they take for their families to be seized.

Hypocritical? Of course, because she is trapped in this societal framework that perpetuates these double standards. Society has pushed her to believe that making round chappatis is the best thing she could do and the communication machinery excels in propagating a fake sense of fulfilment for the inconsequential.

“Oh you washer of the whitest shirts, oh you the vanquisher of the cockroach, the one who can make a toilet seat sparkle, the mighty warrior who has defeated the stubbornest stain... we bow to you.” Ridiculous.

As a society these things have got credence because somewhere there is the traditional subversive machinery at work that works overtime to stop women form getting involved in the meaningful battles of life, the real decisive matters. Society has pushed and manipulated woman into getting ultimate fulfilment from the trivial joys of life and worse, not acknowledging her as an individual entity but pushed into typified roles.

Fortunately, she is learning to decipher between the real achievements and the manufactured ones. She knows her identity is dependent on independence of thought, her intellect and compassion as an individual entity. With education and economic freedom, she has started to expect more than just the basics from her man and the social system in empathy, respect, support and partnership.

Reminds me of a poem I had penned sometime ago “Main jheel hoon, ukta gayi hoon”. It’s about a woman’s state of mind. Fed up of being like a lake— still, silent and self contained, she wants to be a freshwater stream — gurgling, on the move, full of life.

Partly driven by need and partly by opportunity the woman’s world is changing and in turn she is changing the world. There are talks about men changing and becoming more accommodating and sensitive. To my mind this is but a reaction. There is no option. Faced with the power of the woman they have to change.
Prasoon Joshi
The author is regional Creative director, South & South East Asia, McCann Erickson