Smart Girls Have Nothing To Prove
On reclaiming personal power
At a sectioned-off table in Ibiza last month, I sat cross-legged on a leather couch in a blue sparkly Guizio set, watching models and music moguls inhale Clase Azul shots. My bff works in music private equity (I think?), and through a series of fortunate events, I was partying with the people who peddle music to us all.
These men were behind some of the …
