Wal-Mart Women

In a recent New York Times article, Tennessee Governor Phil Bredesen suggests that to defeat John McCain, Barack Obama needs to warm up to “Wal-Mart women.” The article didn’t explain just what he meant, whether they were women who loved to shop in Wal-Mart because of the low prices or were forced to, thanks to their income. The point is that he figured we all knew what he meant—a female voter either proud to be in Wal-Mart or stuck there, harboring doubts about someone who isn’t. 

Politicians love to pigeonhole women. After elections swung by soccer moms and red-staters, this one’s got Hillraisers, chardonnay sippers and GenY feminists. Marketers are no different. We like finding ways to collapse all mothers into Alpha Moms or all boomers into Empty Nesters, even if the moms are very Beta and the boomers never had nestlings.  

It’s easier to think of target customers as the same, or worse, as a better version of ourselves. How else would creative briefs have the nerve to describe buyers in specifics that can only be wishful thinking: “confident, optimistic, charismatic, fashion-forward, has a Puggle and is a huge fan of Mad Men.” Perhaps female marketers are really intimating, “She’s just like me on a good day” or their male counterparts, “She’s someone I wish I’d dated.” 

If there’s one thing we’ve learned about women over the years, it’s that they always surprise us. The sweater and pearls girl from Customer Central Casting is a screamer. The quiet, overweight woman is bubbling with fabulous secrets. The minute we blob women into “the target,” we risk force-fitting a handle and closing out the possibilities for unexpected insights –something we’d never want done to ourselves. Maybe the next convenient political ‘hook’ needs a re-look before we bite.

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A Blog about a Blog

Coolmom

My new and dangerous addiction is surfing coolmompicks.com. I’ve seen the name around while I’m on other blogs but was so turned off by its high school cheerleader superiority complex of a name that I refrained from clicking. Now that I did there is no turning back.  These moms are cool. They find the coolest kid gear ever (and give oodles of discounts) and I will never show up at a birthday party again with some lame Lego set or puzzle.  They featured this awesome t-shirt company that will make a “translation tee” that memorializes how your toddler mispronounces words (i.e. My Max’s interpretation of banana is ba-MAMA. Who am I to correct him?)  They find ultra creative versions of everyday things like piggy banks – the one they featured has three chambers so you can teach kids about saving, spending and giving money away.  Cool Mom Picks is now officially on my personal Board of Directors.  I’ve even let the cheerleader thing go.Just Ask a Woman

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A Reality Show with Some Reality

So The Baby Borrowers …  I had heard about this show a year ago when there was some backlash against the premise of arming irresponsible teen couples with infants and thought the concept was foul.  As a new mother there were certainly days when I would have handed my twins to the UPS man, but the thought of giving a baby to these bratty, immature high school couples seemed really out of line.   

Here’s the deal.  Teen couples want to be grown ups so they are given a house, a job and an infant (and then a toddler, an adolescent and a senior) so they can give real life a trial run.  During the infant period the real parents sit in a house next door and can watch their baby and these kids playing house on camera during the entire experiment.  If they are appalled by something they can go knock on the door and confront the teens.  There is also a full time nanny with the babies who is allowed to intervene if the baby is in danger. 

When I started to watch the show while I was on the road (my only excuse), I found myself watching the baby’s “real” parents versus their fake teen caregivers.  I needed to understand why someone would volunteer for this show – there are no prizes, no rewards or free trips – and you are donating your flesh and blood for some reality show experiment. But here is the catch, I now look at these parents (particularly the moms) as real heroes for being involved.  They were sacrificing time with their own babies to teach big lessons. Several of the moms were involved because they had been teen moms themselves and wanted to give these young girls a reality check before they got knocked up and found out that babies are a lifelong commitment.  Bottom line, that says a lot about women and their empathy for other women.   

This reality show isn’t worth watching to see if the teen couples make it (they shouldn’t), but if you watch in the background you can feel pretty proud of the moms who are involved. 

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Pimp My Volvo

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While riding on the Transbridge bus across Jersey to Pennsylvania for the Memorial Day weekend, I passed a bizarre sight. A woman was driving a fuchsia-colored Volvo (don’t think it comes standard) and every inch of the hood was encrusted with a fantasy in lavender. Barbies, ponies, stars, sparkles, magic wands…fender to fender fabulous. The seats were recovered in a black and white animal print fabric. And a woman with flaming red hair, the artist, drove it, pretty much at the speed limit. On my side of the bus, peering out of the window were just women, all varying ages. And we stared and smiled and wondered who she was and how she did it. But not why. We didn’t have to ask. We just smiled and nodded, falling back into our private memories, of our own pink Barbie convertibles or My Little Pony or just a Schwinn with streamers on the handles and playing cards on the spokes. 

Later, the bus passed the fuchsia fantasy car in a different lane, I watched two men seated opposite us look out and register…absolutely nothing. Not a smile or even an eye roll. That moment reminded me of every reason we love to interview women. Their willingness to reveal personal truths and connect with powerful memories lies just below the surface. It doesn’t take a lot to get us to let the little girl out. And the dreams that are still part of her. 

Reality TV shows lure guys into tricking out trucks and cars on Pimp My Ride and Monster Garage, as a way to be cool or just plain crazy. But my memory of the marvelous Volvo reminded me of what’s really under the hood. When it’s hers.

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April 25, 2024
by Mary Lou Quinlan

A look at an early production of WORK

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The God Box Goes Global!

“The God Box” has grown to include an app, audio book, philanthropic venture and solo show performed by Mary Lou across the US. Now The God Box Project goes global to the Edinburgh Festival Fringe.
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