Important people like Sherrill Sandberg made me

Neglected people It is a very fun book, and depending on what you speak (and it is assumed that it depends on the amount of descriptive shares that they still own), people who have knowledge of events in the book either heavily agree with the author Sarah Win Williams or They say it is full of disgust. But during her amazing evaluation of building one of the most powerful political and powerful tools in history, she also did a magic thing: it made me like Sherrill Sandberg.

As a woman, I know that it is important to say that I did not care much about Sandberg, the former director of Meta and the person who everyone agreed to make the company brutally success. I was there in early 2010 when I went to a living reading Tend toOne of the concepts was among the professional women who were all keen to prove that they also had things to build something ambitious while never joined the boy club. Like a vision of the eighties of the last century, Sandberg was a working woman, and these elegant goods were ignored, with a group of assistants, and also a loved family, and this promise was sold with many women with many smaller women.

I always thought that Bit Sandberg was too much. She kindly felt as a higher girl like a tool to market her book instead of the philosophy that she lived in. She looked like a picture where every defect was carefully chosen to enhance the story of the femininity she was selling. It seemed to be just another repetition of the very annoying ideal and attack. “A woman can get everything.”

Then she read about her desperate attempts to obtain influence online by claiming that she is almost a passenger on a journey that fell, or using a business trip as an opportunity to promote the book and seize the family on vacation, and felt a blatant law. By revealing stories about their despair and greed, she finally felt that one of us, instead of a kind of totem for working women.

Wynn-williams’ sandberg is a fragile creature that can be nice, sharp, volatile and harsh. Such an excerpt from the day she met, then Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe:

Perhaps I was already looking for evidence to confirm my feeling of tone, but when I got to the Sherrill wing in Ritz -Carlton morning meeting, I see a stunning Japanese woman, completely made and elegant clothes, crying quietly outside.
“Are you well?” Ask in principle.
They are gestures. Tears flow under her cheeks in some way make her more beautifully beautiful.
At that moment, Deby came out of the Sherrill wing and brought me closer.
“I will not go there.”
“Why?”
“You’ll going there, right?”
“Or, yes – what is happening?”
“A big issue with makeup and hair.”
“Is this who cries outside the door? Make -up artist?”
“Oh, yes. The makeup was a disaster and let us not mention the hair. I mean, I think it was essentially good, but Sherrill hated it and lost some of its instructions in translation and all came to her head.”
“Or on her head?” I try to pun. Deby ignores that.
“Oh my God. Is it a cultural thing?” Ask. “Like a make -up artist, do you think Western women want?
“Ah, this was the other person. I already launched the first makeup artist.”
“Och. I made her cry too? Well, so I think a third makeup artist will not happen.”
“No, I think she will do it herself, but this does not bode well for next day.”
This is an aspect of Sherrill that I have not seen before.

In this exchange, we don’t even see Sandberg, but we can already see it is tense – because anyone will meet a head of state. And when you are tense, it means. The rest of the separation restores the meeting, as well as Sandberg’s despair to obtain a picture of the Prime Minister who holds her book. He reads like the farce of powerful women in the field of business, and I will admit to thinking that Wayne Williams was exaggerating.

But this is the image of Sandberg and Shanezo Abe. You can see her joy. You can see his amusing confusion. You can see that she posted this image after his assassination as evidence that she had once met him.

And all of this, although the Sandberg image is not seeking to transfer it, it makes it more admired. The book becomes darker and darker with its continuation, and Wynn-Williams realizes how impressive the implications of the growth mentality in Facebook. But after she lived everything and watched how a deadly dead person influenced democracy, she found something magical in Sandberg’s humanity.

Certainly, she may have helped prepare the fall of more than one nation, but she was just a woman trying to do her best.