BINGO, Monique. One of the best/funniest stories I’ve heard about this exact moment was from a woman who “borrowed” her friend’s white male privilege for the day. Here’s the kicker, her white male friend came to the VC pitch with her, but then played the role of the note-taking sidekick. He refused to make eye contact with the other men in the room, making them have to return the focus to her. He managed her schedule and even held her handbag, all to telegraph that this woman was the power player in the room and he was just there to support her greatness. What made this story funny is what makes it tragic: why can’t our accomplishments and presence be enough?