How a Pushy Broad Came to Be

How a pushy broad came to be, let's see....well, back in August 1980, my parents welcomed me into the world. Screaming, I'm sure. They couldn't decide on a name and my uncle suggested Britt as he happened to have an obsession with Britt Ekland at the time. Not sure who she is? Consult the Google. Now, she was Swedish. I'm Norwegian. Big difference. But she was pretty hot.

That all being said, I'm not sure I was considered a pushy broad during those early years. Unless you consider throwing the cushions off the couch every morning when I woke up during my toddler years being pushy. There was this period in my life where I didn't believe in having cushions on the couch. To each their own, you know?

But I digress. I believe it was a few weeks ago when I became enlightened to this new name. This new term of endearment, if you will. It was a day back in December actually, now that I think about it, and I was hassling a customer for an answer on a vehicle I had been working on for them. We'll call the contact at said account 'Joe.' Anonymity is important, people. Mind you, they originated this request but were taking forever to make a decision. I'm in sales. It's my job to follow up. Otherwise I don't make money. And I like making money. So I called Joe up and I believe the conversation went along these lines:
Me: Joe! What's the word on the street? Do you need me to secure this truck for you, or what?
Joe: I'm working on it, I'm working on it! Waiting for a final answer from (we'll call him Matt) Matt. It's an expensive vehicle.
Me: Okay, well I'm just trying to help you out by not having to harass you anymore.
Joe: Oh I know you're a pushy broad, I wouldn't expect anything less.
Me: Excuse me?
Joe: You're a pushy broad. I mean that in a good way!
Me: Really? So you're saying I shouldn't be offended you just called me a pushy broad?
Joe: Not at all. It just means you're good at your job. I appreciate pushy broads.
Me: (perplexed silence)

We hung up the phone and I really had to think about that conversation. Now, let me just explain that Joe is from Brooklyn. Half my family is from Brooklyn so I do understand how his mind works. But in the words of Carrie Bradshaw, 'I can't help but wonder' if I had a twig and berries, I would likely just be commended for my persistence and my follow up skills. Instead, I'm a pushy broad.

After much thought, I have decided to embrace being a pushy broad, though. Pushy broads get what they want. Pushy broads get ahead in life. And I don't see anything wrong with that. As long as you do it with a little bit of finesse. Right?

And now you know how this blog got its name. Although I have another blog, that one is a bit more serious. While I've tried to incorporate other blog entries to that one, it just seems to flow better when I keep that one to the topic of 'The Baby Quest.' I'll credit the idea of creating a separate blog to Tracie, who also challenged me to write the first entry before Valentine's Day. Never one to miss deadlines, I decided to get the first entry up well in advance.

If you're reading this, I hope you enjoy it. I hope you leave comments. Because there will be more - hopefully funny - entries. I've got plenty of ideas.