The girlboss rose, and the girlboss fell. She died, she was autopsied in every major publication, her estate was settled, and her board members changed out of mourning wear and found love again.
So how is the girlboss standing before us today, like Jesus on Easter Sunday? How is her smile of bleached veneers blinding us from page 4 of the style section of the same newspaper that gleefully reported her demise?
