I distinctly remember that in high school a friend invited me to tag along with her to a family barbeque. It was a no brainer of course. Go hang out and score free food, I was in. As we pulled up to the massive house in New Jersey, my Logan raised mind thought, “What have I gotten myself into?” I instantly felt inadequate and though I was most often at the top of the bougie totem pole in my surroundings, I knew this may be something different. It was in that moment that I knew I was not fully bougie like I may have originally thought, but intermediate.