Monday, November 02, 1998

Bye, Bye Big Broker!
by Mary Lynn Williams ([email protected])

The Motley Fool has gotten dangerous for them big boys! In the last six months, I've joined in the ranks of women who were educated by reading the Motley Fool along with the Upper Room on a daily basis. Before long I began to feel a little freedom -- until, aha! Finally I was free at last and "delivered" from them big boys.

Now, my broker had a different perspective. He asserted his male dominance with a, "Ah, mam, uh Mzzzz. Williams, let me explain something..." Then there was, "I'll help you out of this dilemma..." and "Take my advice..."

Over time, I recognized how dependent I had become on an near stranger to determine my future, or as he says, "manage my affairs."

The Motley Fool helped me develop the confidence to say, "I can handle my own affairs, thank you!" The astonishing thing in this day and age is that this "worldly" education about finance and investing hasn't cost me a dime -- something I can't say for my master's degree, which taught me to go find a full service broker to do my thinking for me!

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