The Jinx
I live a very glamorous life. At least, that's what you would
think if you didn't know any better.
You've probably seen my type before — striding briskly
through airports with a cell phone clasped to my ear, settling
into first class as the gateway doors shut. Power breakfasting
at New York's finer hotels with men in expensive dark suits
and silk ties. Or perhaps reading the Wall Street Journal in the
back seat of a Lincoln Town Car, heading south on the
FDR Drive toward Wall Street.
You may even have seen me on a recent cover of Fortune
magazine, posed in a crisply tailored black Armani with several other Yuppie-types under the caption "Wall Street's
Next Generation: They're Young, They're Hungry, and
They're Women."
My father had a copy of the cover blown up to postersize and framed; it hangs on the wall of his office, incongruous next to his numerous academic degrees. The article also
inspired a long-distance lecture from my grandmother titled
"You don't want to be one of those career girls, now, do
you?" This was actually a welcome change from her usual
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