"My money is planned," says the inheritor to her Wealth Coach, "by Daddy and his fraternity brother. I have no place at the table where the big dollars are planned. I sit in the front parlor moving millions to philanthropy, while Daddy makes billions, God knows how. Women must fund their own revolution!"
What I notice in this is the drama triangle: Father, or brother, or husband, as persecutor; inheritor as victim; Wealth Coach as rescuer. The truth is that the woman is not at the table maybe because she is ignorant of how money works. Given a choice of getting educated or remaining a victim, many an heir and many a Wealth Coach too chooses ignorance, which is blissful, particularly if blame can be shifted to another generation, to advisors, or to another gender. A rising generation of women, I believe, is past this. Rather than embracing the pathos of privileged victim and revolutionary heroine, they are getting educated in money and working with those who are. When women with ideals sit at the table with the men who are world weary and cynical, what will be the result? I can only hope that as the women wise up to, and assume, the Machiavellian responsibilities of dynastic wealth, the men become effeminate enough to dribble out a little giving now and again, as their wives and daughters now do, at least in the name of good PR.