Note: This is not about feminism.
2nd note: This is about being an independent human/worker. 3rd note: This could be about "laziness", if we are searching for labels. I haven't decided yet. I know, possibly work with, a person - a woman - who is afflicted with what I like to call Damsel In Distress Syndrome. Henceforth, to be referred to as D.I.D.S. This person, despite having been fully trained on the functions of her role, continues to act confused about performing said functions. I've come to the conclusion, after repeatedly educating her on those functions, that she really just wants someone else to perform those tasks on her behalf. It's kind of like when you pretend you don't know how to properly load the dishwasher and you pile everything on the top shelf, nothing on the bottom and your partner sighs loudly and says, "Nevermind, I'll do it myself!" and edges you out of the way and you go plop happily on the sofa, switch the channel to YOUR favorite show, smugly content that you got out of that chore. Because you manipulated someone else to do it. I haven't decided if this woman with D.I.D.S. is that clever, but she is definitely practiced in playing the "helpless f*ck." Years of practice. Well, I'm not a D.I.D.S. enabler. I'm going to break her of it, somehow. I've already tried:
Of course, none of these have been effective enough to break decades-old habits, so I welcome suggestions.
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