I decided, out of blue, to check Forbes’ 30 under 30 list.
Well, not totally out of blue…
A young VC and I had a meeting the other day. At the end of it, she asked a very flattering question.
Which year of the 90s were you born?
I felt ambushed and limited.
“90.” I panicked. “How about you?”
Good for you.
Since reviewing every possible category of 30 under 30, I’ve been feeling like shit the whole day today.
I’m 30 already. The next time I might get a slight chance to get on that list is 40 under 40?
Do you ever wonder why Forbes ever makes that list for fuck’s sake? Every year?
To make young people feel inspired, empowered?
But do we? I don’t need to be a man to feel utterly emasculated.
Tick tock. Tick tock.