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She’s not your Sheryl Sandberg type: the straight-A overachiever, the class president.

Now, three years later, the company is worth more than

Now, three years later, the company is worth more than $1 billion, and she’s emerged as the unlikely face of a women’s movement.

In 2012, a year after graduating from college, she was visiting a friend in Southern California when she met Justin Mateen and his best friend, Sean Rad, two USC grads hustling several tech ventures, and they enlisted her marketing skills.

Along with Mateen, Rad, and three others, Whitney became part of the team that launched Tinder in September of that year.

Everyone was chill, casual, too scared of missing out on something better tomorrow to commit to something today. “I hear the guys are better there.” I was open to anything. We Hinged, we OKC’ed, we went back to the pay apps, convincing ourselves nothing good came for free. Guy on sailboat, tipping his head back into the sun: Yep. ” the screen announced after I swiped right on Sailboat Dude.

“I’ll text you.” “We’ll text.” Whatever progress women had made in the professional realm seemed to run backward on those sites. “I’m doing another round of Match,” I announced one day, like it was chemo. No matter what dealer I tried, the deck felt stacked against me. Then, in smaller letters, as though a girlfriend were whispering behind her cupped hand, “You both liked each other.” Here I encountered the big twist in the Bumble game. In fact, until I reached out to Sailboat Dude, he would be unable to speak to me.

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Now, three years later, the company is worth more than $1 billion, and she’s emerged as the unlikely face of a women’s movement.In 2012, a year after graduating from college, she was visiting a friend in Southern California when she met Justin Mateen and his best friend, Sean Rad, two USC grads hustling several tech ventures, and they enlisted her marketing skills.Along with Mateen, Rad, and three others, Whitney became part of the team that launched Tinder in September of that year.Everyone was chill, casual, too scared of missing out on something better tomorrow to commit to something today. “I hear the guys are better there.” I was open to anything. We Hinged, we OKC’ed, we went back to the pay apps, convincing ourselves nothing good came for free. Guy on sailboat, tipping his head back into the sun: Yep. ” the screen announced after I swiped right on Sailboat Dude.“I’ll text you.” “We’ll text.” Whatever progress women had made in the professional realm seemed to run backward on those sites. “I’m doing another round of Match,” I announced one day, like it was chemo. No matter what dealer I tried, the deck felt stacked against me. Then, in smaller letters, as though a girlfriend were whispering behind her cupped hand, “You both liked each other.” Here I encountered the big twist in the Bumble game. In fact, until I reached out to Sailboat Dude, he would be unable to speak to me.

billion, and she’s emerged as the unlikely face of a women’s movement.In 2012, a year after graduating from college, she was visiting a friend in Southern California when she met Justin Mateen and his best friend, Sean Rad, two USC grads hustling several tech ventures, and they enlisted her marketing skills.Along with Mateen, Rad, and three others, Whitney became part of the team that launched Tinder in September of that year.Everyone was chill, casual, too scared of missing out on something better tomorrow to commit to something today. “I hear the guys are better there.” I was open to anything. We Hinged, we OKC’ed, we went back to the pay apps, convincing ourselves nothing good came for free. Guy on sailboat, tipping his head back into the sun: Yep. ” the screen announced after I swiped right on Sailboat Dude.“I’ll text you.” “We’ll text.” Whatever progress women had made in the professional realm seemed to run backward on those sites. “I’m doing another round of Match,” I announced one day, like it was chemo. No matter what dealer I tried, the deck felt stacked against me. Then, in smaller letters, as though a girlfriend were whispering behind her cupped hand, “You both liked each other.” Here I encountered the big twist in the Bumble game. In fact, until I reached out to Sailboat Dude, he would be unable to speak to me.

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