We’re poised at an odd and singular moment of hyper-self-consciousness, wherein the slightest whiff of privilege or self-indulgence or carelessness can turn you into the world’s scapegoat. But what’s truly bizarre is that, even as we scrutinize every detail about any given woman in the public eye, our remedy for taking issue with this or that detail is to demand more details: We don’t know how many nannies she has! We don’t know if she has a cook! How many hours a week does she see her kids? How much does her child care cost? What does she regret?
-Heather Havrilesky ‘Option B and Sheryl Sandberg’s Impossible Position‘ The Cut