money.” It was not bad advice. She didn’t want me to be dependent on a man. For her, money was freedom and power, and she wanted me to have as much of both as possible. The advice had an unintended side effect, though: I work hard, all the time, but when I fail to make an adequate amount of money, I feel terror. I become convinced that not only have I put my credit score or my family’s budget in jeopardy, I’ve set back the cause of feminism and endangered my freedom. I don’t just feel broke; I feel doomed.
