I attended an all-women's university. On my first day, the President of the college asked all the freshman who among us was a perfectionist. Many hands, including mine, went up. She went on to tell us, dryly, that this would be beaten out of us or we would be driven away. Her opinion was that it was more important to learn to prioritize than to be a perfectionist. It was a difficult lesson, but one well-learned.
Well, this was the US. And she was trying to make a serious point about the perils of perfectionism. Also a bit the idea back then still that to be considered half as good, a woman had to be twice as good. They were rather exaggeratedly tough, at times.
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