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I walked through the kitchen. On the island was an ocean of Nobu: the dark burgundy of bluefin tuna, the rosy pearl of fresh yellowtail, the fierce tangerine of king salmon, surrounded by sashimis of yellowtail jalapeño bathed in a yuzu sauce, buttery salmon topped with a twirl of microgreens, tuna…

[...] This was, in her words, what was SO in vogue right now amongst the hf set: meditation speakers, FBI crisis negotiators, cool authors like the sociologist who wrote that book on privilege everyone was talking about. [...]

LATER THAT NIGHT, as I sat on the floor, blinds up, lights off, with ambition shining all around—the pale glow of tall office buildings, the faint neon of giant screens and marquees—I unwrapped the presents. A $2,500 gift certificate to SoulCycle. A large Balenciaga tote. A winter coat from Derek L…

I wish I remembered more from Jamie’s talk, but I don’t, probably because I had heard it before. My mind wandered to his address to the Harvard Business School Class of 2009, which I had used as a model for today. Jamie had lectured for forty minutes and sounded wise and sincere and authentic while…

I had tried to leave Fido before because of its culture. One day, after a year or so at my job, I walked into a recruiter’s office—I remember the early sun straining to warm up the dark, wooden room—and he looked at me across the table and said, “You have two strikes against you already: you’re a w…