I liked a woman who sat at the table we shared with five others at a lunch lecture last week. I thought she and I were alike in nice ways: both in skirts; both sensed others at our table had more pressing needs to be heard; both of us the perky type; both therefore sort of dull.
She recounted speaking during a recent event, at which a few younger women spoke before it was her turn. She was astounded by how FAST they spoke. Her theory was younger women are afraid they won’t be acknowledged so they squish a maximum volume of thoughts into their slot of speak-time.
Maybe they have more to say.
Maybe they have less time to say it.
We should applaud the first and correct the second.