In the new Gilded Age, everything is a private club

Getty Images; Tyler Le/BI I don't often mention that I belonged to The Wing, the women's-only social club that came to epitomize a distinctly mid-2010s blend of sisterhood and girlboss consumerism. By the time it closed less than six years after it opened, the pendulum of public opinion had already swung away from these timestamped sensibilities and, by extension, the club itself. My membership was out of character. I'm socially awkward and not much of a joiner. But I'd just moved to New Yor...