As the daughter of a serial founder in the Silicon Valley, I hated technology.
You know my type. Vintage clothes, mostly pulled from the free box at my co-op. I wrote all my first drafts long-hand as my peers were clacking away on their laptops. I once cried tears of joy when my local coffee roaster on Channing Street burned the beans. Finally, one thing in the Silicon Valley had not been optimized and iterated to perfection.
