Our book club started as a way for six women to connect more deeply but it's become this weird performance space where everyone tries to sound wise and insightful and nobody admits when they don't understand something. I miss the real conversations we used to have but I don't know how to get us back there without calling everyone out.
More people experience this than they realize.
A collective desire to appear evolved is suffocating the very connection the group was meant to cultivate.
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