New York Times columnist Nicholas Kristof, a real credit to his gender, has come through for the ladies again, writing this past Sunday on why

Hasn't every woman reading this worked at least once for a guy who was dumb as a bag of hammers relative to the job requirements and still taking home a lot more cash than we were? Remember the dumbest thing that guy said or did in your presence, picture the infuriatingly smug expression, and ask yourself, "Did this moron really get that job because he wanted it more?"

Worse, didn't a bunch of *sshole white guys with more power than they ever should have been trusted with just nearly break the whole damn world economy? Have you ever broken a whole world economy? (I'm pretty sure you haven't, because I would have seen it on the Twitter.)

I mention this because the guys who did do it don't really seem to spend a lot of time worrying if they're good enough, if they have the right qualities, if they're worth it, if they're perfect enough to be granted that next level of access. And I can't help but think that maybe people who haven't screwed up on so epic a scale would be better off worrying a little less about our worthiness. In fact, the world might be better off if we wasted less of our time worrying about stuff like that, because the guys running it clearly need supervision.

So, with feeling, dear ladies, let's take this opportunity to resolve to stop looking so hard for stuff that's wrong with us. We've each already made that list, and it's long, and where does it get us to dwell on it but nervous? Just keep showing up.

The truth is, once they let us stay around a while, they may realize that we're good for business (even if we have kids) and what they should be doing is seeking us out to invite us to the club.