> When I tell pretty much anyone outside the tech industry I work at a start-up, there’s usually a pause. I can watch her compose her face, waiting to hear the worst. If I’m lucky, I’ll field questions about foie gras burgers, daily massages, or what it’s like to work with a bunch of clueless bros.
I'm still reading the article, but I'd like to write this while my mind is still fresh on this sentence. I'd started writing a longer pondered comment, but ultimately reduced my thoughts to this:
If your interlocutor can't see anything past the wacky aspects of your job or interest, perhaps the problem is on them. Sometimes a display of ignorance masquerades as cynical, truth-to-power rebelliousness.
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I almost want to visit SF just to see if there are as many bros as some people have led me to believe. I want to be stripped of my illusion that SF is not a college fraternity, just a place with socially awkward young people who don't quite see the output of contemporary cultural studies and sociology as gospel or particularly insightful, most of them incidentally male.
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My penchant for reducing serious issues to pithy conclusions is maddening, but I wonder me if a quarter of the people complaining about the techies would be willing to give up the stuff those techies are making.
