Yes!  And I wish this could apply to all people — not just women, but men too, especially people in managerial positions. What a great model this would be for gangs of bad boys and mean girls, and grown-ups permanently stuck in the insecurity of adolescence.

It’s not as though there is a finite amount of success out there and the only way for me to get me some is to take it from you. It is infinite. And what is success anyway? Me rising above you? I don’t think so.

Is there anything more obnoxious that a fist pump, actual or metaphorical, at someone else’s expense?  Much better to be the wind beneath someone’s wings than try to climb up using someone else’s back as your step ladder.  I’m not talking about a round of golf here.