The men debated the role of equity in the ecosystem, the incentives for making fuck-you money. It’s about independence, one of the men wrote. It’s about the freedom to take a personal risk. When I thought risk, I didn’t think about money, mine or anyone else’s. Risk was white jeans on my period, coffee on an airplane, hitchhiking, the pull-out method. But the men weren’t talking to, or about, me; they never were. It’s about leverage, posted a self-described top performer. It lets me grab our executives and board by the balls. Fuck-you money: it was a catchphrase, a motivation, a lifestyle.
