I wouldn’t have my career today if it weren’t for a number of men I dated in my twenties who inadvertently did reverse psychology on me. I was bait for Trustafarians, bored corporate lawyers, and hedge funders who loved my educational pedigree and Condé Nast résumé but thought my subtle weirdness and outlier Montana roots made me quirky enough to annoy their grandmothers in Quogue.
