At the intersection of business and feminism, usually. A girl in the big city tryna make it on the internet.
I was twelve years old the first time I shot a gun. It was after watching a bunch of middle-aged men compete in an obstacle course and pistol-shooting competition at an outdoor range near Santa Clarita, California.
When I was a 22-year old music marketing person in L.A., the company I worked for had a big party for the release of our first print magazine (may both rest in peace) with an open bar. We invited all the interns, and one of them — an awkward, quiet, and…
