here comes the nice

Yesterday in law school, two people referred to me as “a nice person.” It’s something I’ve been hearing most of my life, that I’m “nice.” I mean, I suppose it’s true; I’m good-natured in general, and I try to be friendly (or at least polite) to everyone. But I also think “nice” has gotten me into trouble. Because my version of nice, for too long, meant passive and afraid. It meant I allowed people

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