This week at Role/Reboot, I wrote about apologizing. Specifically, why I sneak “I’m sorry” into conversations–at work, at home, with friends, with strangers–when there’s really nothing to apologize for. Women tend to be pleasers (though not all of them, of course), and the constant apology is a symptom of that. Fine in the short term, not so good in the long run.
I joked with my editor this morning that every time I catch myself apologizing unnecessarily, I should throw a quarter in a jar somewhere. When it fills up, I’ll donate it to Emily’s List or some other pro-woman organization. I guess the incentives there are a little confused…
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