08/26/2026
I keep thinking about Dolly Parton and all the ways she made space for women simply by refusing to make herself smaller.
She walked into rooms run by powerful men in rhinestones, big hair and high heels and expected to be taken seriously exactly as she was.
And she was.
When Elvis wanted to record *I Will Always Love You*, it would have been the kind of opportunity most young songwriters couldn’t imagine turning down. But his manager wanted half the publishing rights.
Dolly said no.
Not because she didn’t want Elvis to sing her song. She did. It broke her heart to walk away.
But she knew what she had made was valuable, and she wasn’t willing to give part of it away just for the privilege of having a powerful man choose her.
There is something about that I have always loved.
She never seemed interested in proving that femininity and intelligence could coexist. She simply showed up covered in rhinestones and pearls and made everyone else catch up.
She was funny without letting anyone make her the joke. Sexy without letting that diminish her authority. Generous without being naïve. Ambitious without apologizing for it.
She owned the songs.
She owned the business.
And she owned the image.
There are a million ways to be a woman. Dolly made a little more room for all of them.