When I graduated from law school, all I knew about the legal profession I was about to enter was that I was going to make more money than all of my immediate family members combined (yes, I come from a small family but, at the time, it still seemed pretty impressive) and I was going to become part of an impressive team of lawyers employed at the fifth-largest law firm in Chicago. Part of my initial learning curve included more than just navigating firm politics, meeting never-ending deadlines, and mastering the myriad of stylistic preferences each of my supervising attorneys insisted I adopt; I also had to learn how to turn the other cheek every time an "inclusion killer" bomb exploded in my face.