Published in
The Friday Times, March 2007
(This is an
old article i wrote five years back, when I was a high-flying corporate slave.
My views might not have changed! If you need background on why I am posting old
published stuff please read the earlier post: Magic of the Printed Word).
While the
smart girls were busy fighting for their rights, and proving their worth, the
smarter ones decided to act dumb. Yes, Smart is Over Smart and Dumb is the new
Smart.
All their
lives qualified, intelligent, sweet-looking young girls have had one adversary
standing in their path to glory: the Damsel in Distress. While they have the
best ideas: she gets all the credit, while they toil away at work till 10 at
night: she arrives the next morning and gets all her work done by fluttering
her eyelashes, while they scare away men by out-witting them: she has the best
of the lot fighting for a chance to help her out.
So who is
smart here and who is dumb? Is the Dumb Blonde species far more
evolved than we had considered them? Is all that makeup camouflage for
the smartest female on the block?
Armed with
degrees from universities with intimidating names, career paths that are the envy
of their male peers, and a ridiculously high IQ level, the smart female is a
scary lunch partner. She already knows that there was a bomb blast in Timbaktoo
two hrs ago, has an opinion on the documentary you saw last weekend, will give
you honest professional insights on what was wrong with your presentation
yesterday and already knows the punch line of your joke. Compare this with
lunch conversation with a Dumb Blonde. She is attentive to every story you tell
her, will ohhh and ahh at all the right moments, says “really, is that so?” in
the cutest fashion and makes you feel like the smartest guy on the planet.
Intoxicated with this confidence you are willing to take down the wall of
Berlin at her beck and call, while she lazily files her already manicured
nails.
So while the
smart ones convene and laugh at the Dumb Blondes jokes, are the dumb ones actually
having the last laugh? Do they have the intelligence to recreate the software
architecture itself while they pretend and struggle attaching a file in their emails?
Do they laugh silently as they watch the smart ones fall in their traps: demonstrate how to do things the right way and eventually end up volunteering
to work on the weekend, while the Dumb Blondes enjoy their weekend at the spa?
With the
effortless way their schemes work, I have reason to believe that the Dumb
Blondes must have a secret society somewhere. It is secret because by the rules
of the Dumb Blonde Game, they are not allowed to get along with each other in
front of others. This makes people believe that one Dumb Blonde is the enemy of
the other, whereas they share all the insights gathered with each other at
their monthly meetings. How else is each Damsel in Distress so oblivious to her
surroundings but completely equipped to forward her own self interest.
Once you
decide to play the Dumb Blonde Damsel in Distress Game, life becomes an easy
ride. It is best to start early. So in play school, the boy sitting next to
you, will give you his own fries, while he munches on your dry sandwich. Your
grade two friend will let you cheat on her assignment and get a lower grade
because the teacher thinks the idea is not original. Your teacher will let you
get off the hook because he seriously believes that your dog ate the fish which
ate the homework. You will be the first one picked for all group projects and
spend the rest of the semester sitting in the canteen and take the occasional
coke to the ones actually working. The privileges do not end here: you will be
the first one in your group of girl friends to get married (best of luck with
that though!) and have the largest rock on your finger. While your “smarter”
friends complain about the lack of decent men, you will enjoy coffee mornings
while your kids are taken care of by the nanny, because your husband
understands your fear that you will drop the baby. Your children will pamper
you when they grow up because they want Mom to relax and take a cruise on the
Mediterranean after a “stressful” life and you will happily play golf while
your retired rich husband is lying in bed unable to move after his stroke.
So please
line up and join the Dumb Blonde parade, being smart is not as smart as it used
to be.