Why do we keep ogling at pretty faces? Why does Fair & Lovely sell? Why does the prim and the proper woman take the best opportunity while the others-dumb, intelligent, hardworking, lazy, overqualified...whatever they may be, don't get it? Katrina Kaif bags the profits of the highest grossing movie of the year in Bollywood, while a Paan Singh Tomar is left with a mere critical acclaim despite being a movie way ahead of its league?
Why am I so acerbic? Well, I was told that I will 'need to look the best I can' for my interview to reach the 4th round, by the middle management of a five-star hotel, where I had applied for the post of a PR & Communications Manager. Apart from the general feeling of shock and surprise, I mentally surveyed my own appearance in my mind. A formal salwar suit, formal footwear, a neatly tied ponytail. No make-up. Oh wait! Shouldn't this be done by the HR, if at all? Don't companies mention a dress code sometimes? I griped for a few hours and the next morning, wore a saree and went for the next round. My intention was to know if the profile was worth all the shot, considering I had no job description provided. The interview went off well, the results are still pending. And I plan to update this post with a closed status.:)
Applying for a fancy PR post immediately measures my abilities in smiles and small talk. Also, it tells me my work is zilch if my face has no beautiful story to narrate. No offence meant to anyone who is currently in the position I am bashing, but sorry mate, it does pinch to be valued on a scale of grooming over skill and ability. Apart from all the spurts of self-doubt and internal debates I had post leaving that interview room, I did take the cue of a wardrobe overhaul. :) (Husband, are you listening? ;))
I haven't been brought up with the Feminist grain in me, but I have learnt to value the woman I am for what I am over a period of time; through experiences pleasant and not-so-pleasant. I value the way I look, and the way I conduct myself at work. That's why the thought of being a supermodel more than a corporate communications manager of a 5-star hotel threatens me.
I am seriously hoping some renowned comedian sees this and makes a sketch out of this for general entertainment. Hugh Laurie, are you listening?