We all know the girl.
For me, we met during high school. She rolled out of bed looking like a supermodel each morning while all of us were wearing braces, applying ten times too much black eyeliner, and collectively hating every inch of our bodies. Our painstaking efforts to achieve beauty were measured against her effortless charm. Naturally, she was also funny, outgoing, and even nice to us lesser folk. In the social dynamics of high school, she had succeeded - so we hated her for it.
That knee-jerk reaction to the “success" of other women doesn’t end in high school. It is rampant in our professional lives and long into adulthood. It's the reason why some of the most successful women I've met during my time in law school are also simultaneously the most disliked. It's the reason why there is an entire set of social guidelines for how to discuss your success, if at all, without ostracizing your colleagues. It's the reason we've all had at least one conversation in our lives that ended with, “ya know, I used to think you were such a b**** before I met you…”