While I may not be a ‘network’ TV watcher, I certainly consume my fair share of Netflix and Amazon Prime Originals.
My current guilty pleasure? ‘Warrior Nun’ on Netflix. A dear friend, who knows my cult-like passion for ‘Buffy The Vampire Slayer’ suggested it. And, she was spot on; as life-long friends often are.
The Plot:
“I have a penchant for stories where women, young or old, kick a$$.”
For those of you who don’t know the plot, here is a very quick synopsis. Young, paraplegic orphan girl dies only to be resurrected when an angel’s halo is haphazardly inserted into her during a scuffle in a monastery. (Who hasn’t seen that before?) She awakens to find herself somewhat super human and as time goes on she accepts the responsibility that comes with her new found ‘gift’.
OK, I get it. It’s not Citizen Kane or Casa Blanca, but it sure is entertaining. I have a penchant for stories where women, young or old, kick a$$.
I indulge at day’s end. Sometimes, even when I am doing some mindless trivial work for Kuel Life. This week there was a scene where two women want the same desired outcome. Play along with me here. The protagonist, Eva, had run away – this is prior to her acceptance of her fate. The other ‘warrior nun types’ were trying to bring Eva back into the fold. Afterall, she does have that halo-thing and they kinda need her super powers to fight off evil.
Makes sense, right? So, you’d think there’d be some collaboration; some camaraderie – a partnership.
Alas, no.
Instead, the two women disagree and spend an inordinate amount of energy kicking the crap out of one another. Meanwhile, the Halo Chick is just sitting around, figuring out how to escape; again. All the internal strife between the two women neutralizes the possible impact they could have had to execute on their mission – to retrieve Eva.
And, there it is. I buried the lead.
Collaboration Over Competition.
“No one ‘declared’ that vying for that one seat would require Warrior Nun superhero powers and a round in the Colosseum with a gladiator and a lion.”
I get that historically there have been very few seats at ‘The Table’, so to speak. We, women, grew up in a highly competitive environment. If you wanted one of those coveted ‘seats’, you had to ‘beat out’ the ‘other’ women. The messages were often subtle. No one ‘declared’ that vying for that one seat would require Warrior Nun superhero powers and a round in the Colosseum with a gladiator and a lion. But, it sure felt that way at times.
Times have changed. And, maybe the warrior-nun chicks did not get the message. But, times are different. Thank goodness. More and more women are at the table. Hell, it’s OUR table.
I am fortunate to have dozens upon dozens of women collaborators. Rather than pit ourselves against one another, weakening our collective selves, we have figured out ways to team up. We listen to one another, provide counsel when asked, and promote our unique skills, services, and/or products. Unlike those silly ‘warrior-nun’ chicks, we’ve learned that in order to rise we absolutely need to stick together.
Of course there will always be people who don’t want others to succeed. Somehow they are stuck in the land of scarcity. For them it will be an arduous, lonely, and tiring fight in the arena. I say let them. We don’t have to participate or be a spectator. Instead, let’s grab a coffee and brainstorm future successes at our big, welcoming roundtable.
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