The biggest problem that women have is being ambivalent about their own power, ... We should be comfortable with the idea of wielding power. We shouldn't feel that it detracts from our femininity.
Elizabeth WurtzelRead
Whenever I talk to anyone I care about, I am always seeking approval. There is always a pleading lilt in my voice that demands love. Even the people I work with, the ones I am supposed to have a professional relationship with, all business, get pulled into my need. I can't help it. I want to be adored.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep yearning for approval and affection in personal and professional interactions.
Elizabeth Wurtzel's quote highlights the intrinsic human desire for love and validation from others, particularly those we care about. It reflects on how this need can infiltrate various relationships, even where professionalism is expected, showcasing the complexity of human emotions and the longing for adoration.
In practice
During a discussion about personal relationships, one could use this quote to illustrate the need for connection and validation.
The biggest problem that women have is being ambivalent about their own power, ... We should be comfortable with the idea of wielding power. We shouldn't feel that it detracts from our femininity.
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