I hate attending fashion networking events. I also really hate being out on an overcast day in New York for any reason, but there I was on a cold Sunday afternoon pushing through anxiety and self-doubt to attend yet another networking event put on by yet another collective aimed at connecting Black people in fashion. I find this to be a very noble cause btw, but at some point you find yourself just going through the motions without much payoff. It’s like slipping back into sex with an ex. It may or may not get you somewhere, but you do it anyway, and kind of regret it afterwards. Am I the only one? Fine.