Something that, like a cup of coffee, would give me the boost I needed to feel a sense of belonging. I’d never, ever—not even once—drank a sip of coffee until my first day at Brown. Suddenly, coffee wasn’t just a drink that looked cool—it was an initiation ritual, the price of admission to clubs, jobs, and networks. Though my lips pursed with the first sip I took, I quickly convinced myself I liked my coffee this way—bitter, cold, and strong. ADVERTISEMENTI have nothing against those who truly enjoy black coffee and business attire and consulting firms and corporate lingo.