A Job, A Chore, A Hobby
By Rachel Rawlings
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Three words, redefined. A prose poem for our high-tech, high-speed lives.
Three words, redefined. A prose poem for our high-tech, high-speed lives.
I finally learned to drive two years ago, at age 40. Sometimes, there's a kind of proud relaxation in being a late bloomer.
When I left Silicon Valley in 2000, women were a minority in most tech companies. But nowhere did I see the glaring lack of serious tech women that plagues "The Social Network."