I have always been drawn to older men, father figures. Not romantically, but as surrogate fathers. My 7th grade teacher, my choir teacher, the supervisor at the drug store where I worked during college were all stand-in fathers for me, at least in my mind. I don’t know who my biological father is, so the only father I knew was my stepdad. My stepdad would have looked down on my choice to buy a suit. He would have mocked the shiny training room and the corporate executives in it. He would have told me to stop playing someone else’s game and to be authentic to myself.