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One of the most iconic female business leaders of the 20th century totally rocked the same technique, ya know? Josephine Esther "Estelle" Mentzer was, like, the ultimate outsider, you know? Born to Hungarian Jewish immigrants in an Italian hood of Queens, Estelle lived over her pops' humble hardware store, where she lowkey craved a life of wealth and glam. When she asked a woman at the beauty salon where she had copped her fire blouse, the woman was like, "Why does it even matter, fam?" You could never flex it, fam." Estelle dipped, heart thumping, face on fire. She was like, "I'm gonna flex with all the bling, dope art, fancy cribs, and all that."

Estelle's uncle was a total struggler chemist with a bunch of skin creams he couldn't sell, smh. 

Estelle tried a new vibe: straight up creeping. She straight up stopped women on trains, in elevators, at the market, on the way to a Salvation Army meeting, you know? She flexed her jar of Super-Rich All-Purpose Cream, called out wrinkles on her clueless victims, and swore she could make them glow. When the ladies were like, "Nah, we gotta dip," Estelle straight up interrupted them. "Just give me five minutes, like, pleeease," she begged. She lowkey creeped on retailers, too. Cuz luxury was like Estelle's vibe, so that's what she flexed. She totally switched up her first name to Estée and, like, combined it with her married last name to sell her creams as Estée Lauder—but like, only in fancy salons and boutiques, never in drugstores. She also kept it, ya know? She's totally laser-focused on that major bag, Saks Fifth Avenue. She totally hounded the store's cosmetics buyer, Robert Fiske, who straight up said that Saks wasn't interested in some unproven product by a no-name brand. So Estée was like, "I'm just gonna wait for an opening, ya know?" OMG, at this lit charity luncheon in 1948 at the Waldorf Astoria, she was like giving away lipstick in metallic sheaths, which was like so bougie compared to the basic plastic ones everyone else was using. When women asked where they could cop the product, Estée smiled and told them to peep across the street at Saks.

Then this lit clothing designer sat across from me, fam.

OMG, like Fiske was all like, "There was this lit line of people across Park Ave and 50th Street into Saks, all asking for these fire lipsticks, one after another." The next day, Fiske was like, "I gotta cop $800 worth of those." OMG, like, stalking, following the squad, making prototypes, and betting just a few chickens at a time all show that being an entrepreneur is all about getting started: What seems hella scary at first can actually be broken down into less scary steps. U don't need to yeet everything to be an entrepreneur, but u do need to take big brain risks. And the key word here is "take." None of these strats will work if you don't have the guts to give 'em a shot. A few years ago the fashion designer Tory Burch totally invited me to this lit event hosted by her foundation. It was so fire! It was, like, a lit speed dating sesh between mentors and butterflies.  Chaos is lit, fam! alt Disney was totally slaying it, fam. At 26 the hella determined, always positive movie director, who still looked so yo this young dude rocked a sick stache and carried a pipe to flex sophistication, he came to NYC to hype up his new movie series starring Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. He even brought along his wifey, Lillian.

Mentors were flexin' at the long tables; mentees sat down for ten minutes and when the bell rang, they bounced to the next person. 

I met this woman who was running a catering biz and another who was slinging flower arrangements "I'm like, so stoked to be here, fam!""she started, fam." "I know this is cringy, but Tory is like my ultimate inspiration." She's had, like, such an epic career, and her designs—" At this point I dipped out and started scoping the scene. Spotted Tory, who was flexin' against a wall, I turned back to the young designer and was like, "You should totally spill all of that tea to her, fam." She's right there, fam." "But—what? Bruh?""the young designer was like, shook." "Do I, like, have to go up to Tory Burch?"" Yasss!"I said, fam." "Oh, no way, I couldn't do that," she said, shaking her head. "Bruh, like, Tory totally invited you here," I said. "She's a boss babe." Go chat with her, fam. At that point the bell rang, and the woman dipped to the next table. But like, as the evening was like, almost over, I saw the young designer like, chatting with Tory, flexing by giving her business card to her role model. Entrepreneurs know how to flex their game, but they also know when to flex their cards.