And much of the work I’ve left behind is emotional. For the first time since I came to Amazon, I’m not managing anyone, which also means that for the first time in a decade I’m not trying to convince a brilliant woman that she isn’t an abject failure. I didn’t know how incredible it would feel to drop the weight of other women’s self-loathing, to move around campus letting women’s well-being be someone else’s problem. I guess I should care, but I’ve given up. Giving up feels like the smartest way to go, for now.
