Posts Tagged ‘Workplace Issues’

The Gender Delusion

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In our first session a few weeks ago, I asked my client why she decided to get coaching. “I’m a female lawyer,” she said.

“And?” I asked.

“And, well, it’s really hard,” she replied.

She was telling herself a story, and boy is it ever a popular one.

I don’t mean to imply that women aren’t up against it. Women still face sexism in the workplace. Women make up less than 3% of the CEO’s of major corporations. And yes, women still make less than men. There is definitely work to be done. But when it comes to communication, gender is just another story we tell ourselves, and that story is undermining women in a big way.

Just this week I read an article by a friend of mine titled, “Top Seven Qualities of Women Leaders.” It was a good article. But I had to wonder, why are we talking about female leaders and male leaders as if they are two different things? Every “top quality” on the list applied to women and men.

I bet articles titled, “Top Seven Qualities of Black Leaders” or “What Asians Can Do to Get Ahead” or “Five Reasons Why Paraplegic Leaders Aren’t Taken Seriously” wouldn’t go over well. Most of us would be offended that black, Asian or paraplegic people were categorized separately from their white, able-bodied counterparts. And yet we have no problem differentiating between “female” and “male” leaders.

But aren’t men and women different? Not as much as you might think. Continue reading: “The Gender Delusion”

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I Am Amazing. And Broken. Just Like You.

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Every January, a brand new year begins, full of promise. Every square on the calendar is empty, waiting for us to fill it with life well-lived. The beginning of this year is more special to me than most, as some good friends just welcomed a brand new baby girl into their family. This new year brings with it new life, also full of promise.

When you see a newborn baby, you can’t help but be awed by how beautiful and amazing human beings are. (This is especially true if the baby is sleeping, as opposed to crying.) I have an acquaintance who recently gave birth to a son with cleft palate—and it struck me that the birth defect could not diminish the sweetness and beauty of that little boy.

My daugher, Juliana, holding our friends’ new baby, Emma.

It’s not how babies look that makes them amazing—it’s who and what they are. Those precious snuggly cuddle-bugs are a bundle of gifts and talents, personality quirks, strengths, emotions, and unique traits that make each of them a work of art.

That goes for every person on the planet.

Yes, everyone. Everyone is amazing.

The problem is that we’re also broken. Continue reading: “I Am Amazing. And Broken. Just Like You.”

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My Comfort or Yours?

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The other day a friend was scheduled to come by so I could help with a project. Late the night before, I emailed her to confirm. I’d spent the day entertaining, worked on projects that evening, and the next morning before her arrival I had work deadlines to meet and a trip to prepare for.  Plus I had to clean my house for more company! Feeling overwhelmed, I told her “My house might be a mess.”

In the morning I got a message back saying, “Messy makes me comfortable!”

I considered this. Knowing her and the circumstances surrounding her visit, I knew she meant it. She wasn’t just being nice. She would feel better knowing I hadn’t gone to any extra trouble for her.

The problem is I’m kind of OCD about cleaning when people are coming over. Messy, when it’s my mess, does NOT make me comfortable. (Unless we’re talking about my desk. That’s a whole other thing.)

So… did I do what would make her more comfortable or what would make me more comfortable? Continue reading: “My Comfort or Yours?”

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The Big Cover Up

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Three weeks ago, I wrote a blog called “Reduce your IQ (Idiocy Quotient).” One reader complained that I was being overly critical of a certain type of person. I was reminded of this when I went swimsuit shopping.

It’s been years since I bought a new swimsuit, so I decided this summer it was time. I wanted one that covered my wobbly bits, but I also wanted one that suited (ha!) my personality—you know… fun, classy, and bold enough to attract attention without being obnoxious.

I ended up with a fabulous, stylish suit, if I say so myself, that covers up everything a swimsuit can possibly cover, and more. It’s not that I’m ashamed of my body and all the wrinkles, stretch marks, and general floppiness… Hey, I earned those by bringing two darling little girls into the world. Yet I don’t feel the need to share those flappy, wrinkly parts with all creation either.

But am I being “inauthentic” by covering up my jiggly parts? Continue reading: “The Big Cover Up”

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The Performance of a Lifetime

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Although I’d rather stick pins in my eyes than watch sports, I am addicted to the Olympics. I’ve watched every summer and winter Olympics since I can remember, and although Kevin and I never watch television, the t.v. is on all day, every day, for the two weeks the Olympics plays out.

(May I pause here for a moment and ask, was that the most bizarre opening ceremony ever? Yikes.)

There’s just something about watching people, who aren’t being paid, give everything they’ve got for the love of sport and country. Watching the Olympics, you witness, quite literally, the performance of a lifetime.

These aren’t people I know, and in most cases, have even heard of. They’re performing in events I know absolutely nothing about, and yet, there I am, glued to the screen, cheering for Sun Yang, as he wins China’s first Olympic men’s gold in swimming.

What is going on? Why do I suddenly care about something that never gets my attention the other 50 weeks of the year? And most importantly, what the heck does this have to do with communication? (I’m getting there, I swear.)

Whether it’s the Olympics, or a performance by Yo-Yo Ma, or simply a presentation by someone in your office, we’re riveted when people show up. I don’t mean “show up” as in, “make an appearance.” I mean, really, truly, bring their entire selves to whatever it is that they’re doing. Continue reading: “The Performance of a Lifetime”

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