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Thank you Dr. Ford

Never have I heard as much apologizing as I do in a crowded, public women's washroom. We apologize and preface everything we say with an air of undeserved worth and it needs to change. The Kavanaugh hearing made us all angry. And yet, how many of us are willing and able to stand up and fight for ourselves and all women? We need to start socializing girls to understand that their needs are just as, if not more important than those of others. And to fight for those needs to be met. Respectfully, with dignity and strength and firmness.
We need to help girls practice asking for what they want fearlessly in order to raise women who can develop identities separate from peacemakers, relationship seekers and nice, well-behaved ladies. We need women to rediscover their inherent value and act like it!
I think it starts with speaking up. I've been reading "A woman's guide to successful negotiating" and they suggest it all comes down to confidence, preparation, being convincing and willing to walk away. These are all pretty simple and basic things men have had ingrained in them since childhood. Why do women need a book to tell them how to do it?

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