the anxiety you're rewarded with for being a girlboss

Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I didn’t want to work for a middle-aged white man who tells me how much money I will make and when I can schedule my dentist appointments. Growing up in a home that was the definition of a textbook family on the outside (emphasis on outside) and being preached the traditional way of doing life for as long as I can remember, I knew that once I entered adulthood, I wanted to rebel against every rule my parents ever tried to teach me.

While my parents worked stable corporate jobs, I dreamed of being my own boss—leading a small team of hipsters who supported my mission to change the world, writing dinners with the girls off as business expenses, having a golden credit card with access to airport lounges, and flying out to Cape Town to run marketing ads that were too creative for the mainstream public to fully understand.