SETH WAS WEARING a suit. He’d been interviewing for a new job, but the job was a start-up and it was owned by women, and by the time he got to lunch, he was going on about all the PC crap he couldn’t bear. “They wanted to know how I could help make the company intersectional,” he said when Toby sat down. “What does that even mean? Intersection of what? Money and money? That I can do.”
