The Atelier
Imagine a long table in a garden in the late afternoon, laid for a party that has not started yet. There is a chair with your name on it, and a blank card at your place.
Five questions, and you write what goes on it. Ten minutes, and you can say your answers out loud instead of typing them.
What you write is yours. It is how we know which of these was built for you, and it is how the next woman who reads a card like it finds out she was never the only one who could do what she does.
One woman writes down what she is brilliant at, out loud, without shrinking it to fit. Another one reads that and does the same. Imagine a table long enough for all of us.