Mark Cuban was confident he wouldn’t be recognized in Boston Common. This was early June, and it happened to be the day of the Boston Dyke March, billed as an “anti-capitalist intersectional gender liberation” event. Earlier that day, outside of his hotel, people had bum-rushed the billionaire, angling for an autograph or selfie. Basketball fans on the street lit up at the sight of him—the minority owner of the Dallas Mavericks. But as we strolled the 50-acre stretch of green, considered the oldest public park in the US, Cuban the capitalist assured me that this anti-capitalist crowd couldn’t be less interested in him.
“Mark Cubannnnn!” a young woman screeched just
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