Oh, the irony. As I’m sitting here trying to write this story, I’m coming up short. I can’t pull up a single anecdote or reflection. I feel tired, overwhelmed, unsure of my next move. I’m, well, stuck. Call it writer’s block, start-up burnout, or pre-holiday...
I’ll just say it: Women can be weird about money. And not just because we throw eight credit cards on the table after a group dinner outing. (Sorry, wait staff at literally every restaurant I’ve frequented in the last three decades with a group of women.) A lot of us...
