Turned up to a "casual drinks" invitation at a Shoreditch warehouse wearing a silk blouse and structured trousers because Mother still whispers *presentation is respect* in my ear at thirty-two, only to find the host in a stained hoodie discussing crypto yields while barefoot on a plywood crate. I spent three hours nursing a warm IPA, smiling through conversations about "disrupting the paradigm" with people who'd never held a job that didn't involve a standing desk and a Notion template. The bar