Self-deprecation: A trixie little minx

yankeebean
If you (like me) are an American woman, living in England, married to an English man, having trouble making English women friends – here’s a tip for you.
Experiment (carefully) with self-deprecation.
You all know by now that I’ve had never-ending issues making good friends that are both female and English. English but not female? No problem. Female but not English? Nothin’ but net. English AND female? I’m an alien from outer space.
But there’s been a positive development in my handicap with befriending British women – self-deprecation.
It doesn’t have to be much, I’m not saying, “My God, I am just SHITE and EVERYTHING, I am such a WASTE of SPACE, I’m taking up VALUABLE OXYGEN that better people could be USING…” – but it seems that a little self-deprecation goes a long way.
I must admit, it doesn’t come naturally to me… I’ve spent my whole life working in an industry where self-deprecation = weakness = no work = no cash = no food = die (well, not DIE, I’d probably just have to move back in with my parents…). I mean, there’s enough free criticism out there to knock any wobbly ego off its pedestal faster than you can say “American Gladiators”… why invite it in to bash you in the face?
Anyway, I’m starting to ramble…
Before
So, this is how it used to go when I met a new Brit-chick:
- I introduce myself and shake their hand
- I ask what they do
- I make a comment about how that sounds interesting
- They say something equivalent to, “Oh, it’s nothing, really”
- They ask me what I do
- They make a comment about how that sounds interesting
- I say something like, “Yeah, I really love it – it’s the best job ever”
- The conversation eventually either dribbles, grinds or jolts to a halt…
After
This is how it works now (only one small difference):
- I introduce myself and shake their hand
- I ask what they do
- I make a comment about how that sounds interesting
- They say something equivalent to, “Oh, it’s nothing, really”
- They ask me what I do
- They make a comment about how that sounds interesting
- I say something like, “Oh, I dunno, you haven’t heard me yet, you’ll have to make up your own mind” (note: I’m a voice-over artist)
- The conversation ambles along reasonably well for awhile
I don’t know exactly why it works and I don’t give a rip snort – but it definitely warms the atmosphere. I get a kind of ‘you’re one of us’ vibe once the deed is done. Of course, deep down I believe the people that don’t like my stuff either have different taste, or they’re just wrong. But if I didn’t feel that way, the Industry American Gladiator would’ve WHOOPED my ass by now…
But beware!
A word of warning to all the confident, outstanding, feisty-sass-pots out there – don’t fall for your own bad press. Self-deprecation is just a tool to crack the ice – we all know you’re awesome, really
PS – On the flip side of the foreign currency, Americans seem to HATE self-deprecation. People tend to either try and big you up, or tell you to stop fishing for compliments. I wonder if there are any American kids named Confidence…
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