Today at the office I convinced a coworker to use his clout to write an email to massage an inter-office political situation I’m trying to alleviate (vague enough for you?), and he started the email by writing, “Dear X, the girls in XYZ department are concerned about…”
The “girls in XYZ department” happen to range a few decades — one is in her fiftes, another is nearly forty, another is in her early thirties, and I’m in my late twenties.
“Coworker, ‘the girls in XYZ department’?”
“I know,” he said sheepishly and kept typing.
When he was finished he asked me if the email addressed our concerns appropriately.
“It’s great,” I said, “except for the first part. Delete that.”
He did.
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