And the winner is?
Hello, lovelies. Is it true that once we’ve discovered what we want to do with our lives, we all work as hard as we can to achieve it? That we can all reach for the stars and the sky is the limit? Surely the glass ceiling has been smashed by now, and our destinies are in our own hands? With all our potential nothing can hold us back. But that’s not what we were drip-feed as children. Our bedtime stories told us that if we lived our true authentic selves, no matter how humble, the prince would come and sweep us off our feet. All we had to do was work without complaining, put up with domestic slavery, open our French doors and let wild animals in to help with the unending cleaning. All so that we could live our lives as small as possible and that one day someone would save us from the humdrum that we were born into. Because there was no way that we could save ourselves, right? And that only once we were chosen, we could or woul...