As a millennial woman, I was brought up in a time when we were taught that our careers were the centre of our worlds. That our womanhood and how successful we were as women were defined by our ability to have a successful, high-flying, high-powered career. The idea of not working as a millennial woman almost felt blasphemous.

I mean, look at Olivia Pope. In no way did I want to be a fixer, but she really was that girl. She epitomised career success: she could solve any problem, have the most high-powered people in the world eating out of the palm of her hand. Her career success gave her money, the beige(est) wardrobe, expensive wine and popcorn you knew she probably overpaid for in Whole Foods.

And as someone who watched The Hills, Kelly Cutrone constantly reminded every millennial about the sacrifices young women needed to make in order to reach the top, and if she was your boss, she wanted your blood, sweat and tears, literally. Add in the Bossgirl era and it genuinely was a time of career first and be carefree later.