Chapter 1
The Power of Uniqueness and Belonging
I feel that when Iâm here, I can be myself. I can be loud because it is too damn quiet. But when I voice my opinion, I expect the staff to push back, because Iâm not always right. Then we sit down for lunch, and it feels like family dinner where we can all connect.
âJANE, MANUFACTURING ENGINEER
The need to belong is so innately human that no one can deny its importance. On some level we all want to be accepted by othersâso much so that social exclusion causes the same areas of your brain to light up that physical pain does.1 Think of a time when you felt that you did not belongâwhen you were unwelcomed, unloved, treated with suspicion, or even ignored. How did it feel? If not painful, it was most likely not a situation you would want to find yourself in again. This is part of the reason we try to hire people who are âculture fitsâ with our organizations. We want to avoid having people who are unhappy or quit because they donât fit in. But only hiring people who fit in limits the diversity of perspective needed to drive innovation. The alternative is to create an inclusive space where peopleâall of whom are different from one anotherâcan fit together.
Because, just as much as we want to belong, we all want to be our authentic selves. Can you recall a time when you felt like you couldnât be yourself? Maybe you have been in a situation where the other people in the room all held beliefs that were very different from your own and you decided to bite your lip to avoid sharing an unpopular viewpoint. Faking who we are to fit in is exhausting and we all feel most at ease when we can just be ourselves. Even more to the point, we want to know that our unique talents are valued and that our voice is heard and respected. When we feel that these two drivesâuniqueness and belongingâare in balance, we feel included. The leaders who create space for their teams to experience that synergy are Inclusifyers.
WHERE EVERYONE KNOWS YOUR NAME: BELONGING
Everyone feels like an outsider every now and again. Think of a time when you walked into a room where there was a social gathering of the opposite sex; imagine walking in on an all-menâs cigar party or poker game if you are a woman or imagine walking in on an all-womenâs baby shower or book club if you are a man (please excuse the stereotypical gender norms). Or think about how odd it might feel to be the one white person sitting at a dinner with a group of black, Asian, Middle Eastern, or Latino people. Or consider how it feels or would feel to be the only straight person at a gay bar. Women, POC, WOC, and LGBTQ people experience this all the time in the workplace. I am no stranger to that feeling. As a female professor in a top business school, I am often the only woman in the meeting room. For some time, I was the only woman in my department (and definitely the only Latina).
When I first joined Leeds I remember routinely tottering up four flights of stairs, in four-inch heels, to get to my office. Boulder, Colorado, is very health conscious, and I wanted to fit in, but deep down I am a girl from LA who loves shoes and fashion. One day, I exited the stairwell and heard two of my male colleagues chatting about an upcoming happy hour. Eavesdropping on the conversation, I stepped a little closer. Awkwardly, I interjected, âHey, are you guys doing a happy hour?â My voice cracked a little.
Silence. They stared at each other. âOh . . . uh . . . we didnât think youâd want to go. Itâs a sports barâthey only serve beer.â Okay, they were right. I did not want to go. But I did want to be invited. Not being invited made me feel as though I was not part of the group. More distressing than being left out, however, was the realization that their idea of having a good time was so different from mine. It made me realize that I didnât fit in, so even if they had invited me, I felt, I would not have been able to be myself with them.
I hear a lot of stories of people who feel as though they donât fit in or feel excluded. I met a dapper asset manager at a conference for the National Association of Securities Professionals named Jay. Jay described himself as not being the typical finance guy because he was black and from the South, whereas the financial sector is dominated by white men. He explained that there is a different communication style among East Coast finance guys compared to people he was used to communicating withâmostly other black men and women in the South. When he first started in his New York firm, he was confused about why his coworkers were always laughing. Someone would make a statement about the Hamptons or a restaurant, and everyone would laugh. âWhat is so funny?â he would wonder. After some time he came to realize that it was just a cultural norm.
One of the toughest settings for him was big conferences where he was supposed to network. âI did not know a lot of people, and I felt like every time I tried to join a conversation everyone would stop talking and look uncomfortable.â But one year, he was invited to an after-hours get-together in some bigwigâs hotel room. âI thought I was looking goodâI was wearing a black suit and tie.â When he arrived, at the room, he nervously rang the bell. He thought, âWhat kind of hotel room has a bell?â âThe bigwig opened the door, took one look at me, and said, âOh, sorry, are we being too loud?ââ Jay stammered, âNo, noânot at all. I, uhâIââ âJust kidding,â said the bigwig. âI called downstairs, we wonât be needing anything tonight.â Jayâs face felt hot. The bigwig thought that he was hotel staff. âOf course, I left. I was not going to explain who I was. And the next day, I did not even go back to the conference out of fear that I would see this guy and he would realize his mistake.â Even though Jay felt as though he should belong, it was clear that to the bigwig and maybe to other conference attendees, he looked more like a staff member than a colleague.
Being mistaken for someone of lower status makes you feel as though you donât belong in your high-status group; this phenomenon happens to women, POC, and WOC all the time. For example, one study of lawyers showed that 57 percent of women of color and 50 percent of women have been mistaken for non-lawyers including custodial staff, administrative staff, and court personnelâa phenomenon experienced by only 7 percent of white male lawyers. I, too, had this experience when I was asked to leave a faculty meeting because my colleague did not know I was a professor.
It was a Friday, and I was having one of those mommy mornings where I was trying to get into my smartest suit and full hair and makeup in under five minutes flat because I had kid stuff to do. But of course between milk and baby food and teeth brushing, I ruined my outfit. Outfit number two, deodorant marks. Drat. Number three: a black dress, blazer, and boots. Perfection. I was trying to look my professional best for a faculty meeting, which feels silly in retrospect but felt overwhelmingly important at the time.
I dashed into the building a little later than I would have liked because of all the outfit switching and darted up the stairs. I waltzed into the conference room, made eye contact with a couple of people, said hello, and started to sit. Before my tush hit the seat, the person running the meeting stammered, âSt-Stefanie, you canât be in this meeting. You have to go.â I felt my face flush. Was the meeting only for tenured faculty (I was an assistantâmeaning pretenuredâprofessor at the time)? I looked around and saw other pretenured faculty. I tried to figure out what was going on but thought I should probably get out of there as fast as I could. I felt like a child who had just gotten in trouble. Even if I could have convinced him that I belonged there, it would have been too embarrassing to bear. Now, to be sure, if this were to happen today, I would ask for clarification as to why I should not be there. But that day, in my young self-conscious state, I simply scampered out of the room.
When I got to my office, my heart was beating in my throat. I closed my door and tried to catch my breath. A couple of minutes later, I heard bap, bap, bap on my door. I yelped, âYes,â and got up to open the door. There was my colleague. Still stammering, he apologized and explained that he had mistaken me for an instructor and it was a meeting for tenure-track faculty. There is a social hierarchy in academia. Research, or âtenure-track,â faculty are the high-status bunch, and teaching faculty are lower status in terms of both pay and workload because they teach more and donât produce research. In my department, there were few women on the research faculty, but the majority of teaching faculty were women.
The colleague said he had realized his mistake as soon as I had left the room. I imagine that someone else had pointed it out. The worst part was experiencing the feeling that Jay, the dapper asset manager, was trying to avoid by skipping the conference the next day. I had to face the person who had just excluded meânot to mention all of my colleagues, who winced and made the awkward âsorry about thatâ face.
It was an easy mistake to make. When there are few female professors but lots of female teaching faculty, if you meet a woman, she is more likely to be teaching faculty than a professor. It is a probability issue. But the message that I heard, as much as I tried to deafen myself to it, was that I was perceived as low status by those around me. And that is the message that women, POC, WOC, and LGBTQ often hear when they are mistaken for the help, for secretaries, or for spouses of ârealâ employees.
These types of interactions are often meaningless to the person doing the excluding, but across research studies, subtle and often unintentional jabs like mistaking someone as being in a lower-status position or calling them by another person of colorâs name (often called microaggressions) have the same effects as, if not worse effects than, blatant discrimination on outcomes such as job performance, turnover, and mental health.2
On the flip side, feeling as though you belong creates an entirely different perspective. How do you feel when you really belong to a group that you care about? What is the result of that feeling? The thing about leaders is that they have the power to ensure that people are not left outâthe power to create space for everyone to be welcomed and be a part of the team even if they are different. Thatâs how leaders create belonging, by welcoming people to fit in while supporting them in their desire to stand out.
SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND: UNIQUENESS
At the same time as we want to belong, we all have the desire to be unique. Individualism is essential to the American spirit. We want to know that our unique talents are valued and that our voice is heard and respected. We want to be ourselves and have others welcome us because of who we are. Would it be possible to make myself look more professorial? Maybe wear elbow patches? Or dye my hair gray? Could Jay, the financial analyst from the South, learn to speak Yuppie and laugh at jokes about the local country club? Of course, but if you have been a certain way your whole life, why would you want to change it? It is part of who you are, and changing it seems to imply that your way is somehow less. If I tried to look more professorial I would feel less authentic and less confident. I want to be accepted as myself. And my research shows that most people feel the same.
The struggle over how to be ourselves and still fit in has affected teens and young adults for generations, though the desire to be oneâs true self is especially strong among millennials and Gen Zers who have been told their entire lives to âbe yourselfâ and âdo you.â I remember an Asian American girl I grew up with in Alhambra, California, named Tran. She changed her name to Aliceâmany Asian Americans in my community changed their names to sound more Caucasian. But Alice is a common name, so over the years she changed it to Allis, Allyce (pronounced al-eese), and Allie. She wanted to be unique just as much as she wanted to fit in.
We all willingly give up tiny bits of ourselvesâat least on a temporary basisâevery day. But then there are elements of ourselves that we resist abandoning, even for a moment. Those are the characteristics that make up our identityâthe way we want to see ourselves and want to be seen by others. For example, if someone asks you, âWho are you?â or says, âTell me about yourself,â the attributes that immediately come to mind likely reflect your identity.
For me, the first two aspects of my identity that come to mind are professor and parent. If someone asks me to tell them about myself, I think of these aspects of my identity, depending on the context or situation. I am a business professor who studies the intersection of leadership and diversity. Or . . . I am mom to Katy and Kyle, the worldâs smartest, funniest, most perfect children.
But if you were to dig deeper, other aspects of my identity would emerge. First, I am a Mexican American female. Even though people generally perceive me to be white (which I am, half white) my Hispanic heritage is central to who I am. I am a womanâand I love being a woman. I was raised Catholic and am deeply committed to family. Because these identifiers are such a deeply ingrained and important part of me, I donât want to hide themâeven in the workplace. In addition to our personal identities, we have social identities that describe our membership in groups that are salient to us.3 For example, I might identify with my church group, my work group, my book club, or my university (Go, Buffs!). Of course, everyone has both individual and social identities.
For some people, their race is very central to their identity, whereas for others, it may not be as important but their gender or sexual orientation might be particularly important. Furthermore, in one of the greatest advances in gender and identity theory over the last fifty years, Kimberlé Crenshaw developed the idea of intersectionality, pointing out that you cannot understand one identity (such as being black) without understanding other identities (such as being a woman) so that being a black woman is something different from just the combination of being black and being a woman.4 Indeed, such intersections greatly affect how we are viewed by others and how we view ourselves.5 Individuals with intersectional identities are constantly trying to navigate the complexities of fitting in or standing out in multiple competing ways.
Regardless of which aspects or intersections of oneâs identity are salient, it is difficult for anyone to feel accepted when he or she is forced to hide a central aspect of who he or she is. Iâve seen the strain that this type of masking can cause in minorities who feel that they have to âact whiteâ and in women who feel that they have to âact like menâ to succeed at work. The tension of not feeling like part of the group or not being able to be yourself can create emotional exhaustion and cause you to leave your job.6
Although masking is a fairly common practice, no other masking has hit me quite so hard as that of friends in the LGBTQ community who have told me that they had to pretend to be straight o...