I want that for my daughters—and for everyone else who ever felt small when they heard the sound of a cleared throat, one that announces its right to hold forth before it utters a single word. The capable, the hardworking, those who tackle concrete tasks with stunning efficiency deserve that flavor of bravado. We should all learn to play nicely with others, sure, but not so nicely that we’re the ones organizing and scheduling and remembering while some dude gets to wander around, unfocused but still sure of his place in the world.
