the incredible squishing up of women's voices

Here's one way I want to change the world:  I want to help women with their voices.  Yes, I think the metaphorical voice is important, but right now I'm talking about women's actual, physical, what-we-hear-when-you-open-your-mouth voices.

Because I believe that we've allowed stress and expectations and fear and people-pleasing and guilt to squish our voices into false high pitches, pinched nasal spaces, and a questioning tone where it doesn't make a lick of sense.

I don't want that for myself, and I sure as hell don't want it for my daughter.  Or your daughter.

I've been working with women's voices--onstage and off--for a long time now.  And I've been listening, too.  I've listened at Board meetings, at playgrounds, in the grocery line, around the dinner table.

Do you review your outgoing voicemail and re-record it three times because you sound like you're nine years old?  It's crazy, right?

I'll be writing about women's actual, physical voices here because I want to share some of this vocal squishing I've observed--in myself and in others--but also because I want to explore how a sort of vocal minimalism can help change it.  It's an oddball concept, so that'll be fun.

Join me?

And hey:  if you have a presentation or an interview or a speech coming up, and you want some help sounding like the best version of you, click here.  I love this stuff.
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