I remember in 2009, at the time when I had graduated with a distinction from my Master’s degree. It was so exciting to just be getting ready to go into the real world.
I hate talking about money. My parents had a very strict “we don’t talk about money” rule—not just at the table or at parties, but ever. Discussions about taxes or partisan fiscal policies make my palms sweat. I don’t even know how to barter at street stands—I just overpay what they ask me to. And that’s why in the final…