Now I was really angry—enraged. I resented the fact that the driver didn’t listen to me because I’m a woman. I resented the situation I was in, and I resented that I would now have to dance for drunken men. I felt degraded.
Second, I’m a firm believer in humility. I have never and will never toot my own horn, let alone say that I’m too good for something (providing that “something” is respectable). I can’t stand people who always talk about how good they are at this or that. They are just massaging their bruised egos, affirming their perceived greatness to make themselves feel better about failure. So I avoid this kind of thinking. I am not pretentious, and I do not put on airs of arrogance.