I Left Tech When It Sold Its Soul
Nicole Karlis

Whenever I hear about the “brogrammers” and the frat-brat mentality currently encrusting much of San Francisco’s tech sector, I am reminded of when, at the ripe age of 48, I went back to school with the idea of igniting an engineering career. What disillusioned me was the existence of brogrammers-in-training: a cadre of intelligent yet swaggeringly competitive young men for whom education was contest. They loudly proclaimed their victories regarding whose data came closest to the theoretical norm, or who finished the lab exercise the fastest, and if course, who had the highest score on exams. When I ran out of money, I was actually relieved; these were people among whom I would not be happy in my work. Sic transit in saeculum…

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