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This piece is an excerpt from the forthcoming book The Internet of Women: Accelerating Culture Change [http://riverpublishers.com/view_details.php?book_id=384] to be published on June 30th: Riva-Melissa Tez [http://rivatez.com/] is the CEO and co-founder of Permutation Ventures in San Francisco. A London native,

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