After I was accused of being “financially illiterate” by a random man in a bar throughout a dialog about investing final 12 months, it knocked the wind out of me. After I fully flubbed my phrases in an try to remain afloat, I noticed {that a} new type of anxiousness had crept into my unconscious: I, a 36-year-old, grown-ass girl, know nothing about cash.
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