A wilfully ignorant the tech and investor community
If not for the patriarchy, maybe our working lives could be designed around our bodies’ physical abilities
About ten years ago, I fake-invented a service called The Ma’ambulance. In my mind, it was a repurposed ice cream truck that would bring you emergency supplies: tampons, painkillers, weird food combinations, puppies, and box sets of Law and Order. By the time the joke got old, it had piles of blankets, artificial intelligence, a basket of puppies, a sundae bar, and something called a “screaming pillow”.
A few years ago, a friend ...
