Unlike our forefathers, we are indoors. We live crammed into claustrophobic airplane seats and soulless cubicles. We are tucked away in hipster coffee shops. Or gathered around the plastic-veneered conference room table. We work in climate-controlled air, with moisturized and manicured hands, typing on our MacBooks and iPads. We have nothing to hunt or gather. No one to fight. And we haven’t grown up in the company of men. We have limited exposure, especially to the men in our own homes—our fathers. Jay Z puts words to our story:
