The all-you-can-eat buffet.

This week’s Princeton Alumni Weekly features a piece by Anne-Marie Slaughter written as a follow-up to her widely distributed and much discussed piece published in The Atlantic this summer about women’s ability (or lack thereof) to “have it all.”  Reading her report of the both criticisms and praise she received in response to her article sparked either an epiphany or a brain fart:

Perhaps the resentment felt by the pioneering women’s movement women toward the younger generations lies in the fact that today’s young adult women often choose not to eat, all at one sitting, every available main course from the now-abundant menu.

To be sure, the women 15-20 years ahead of me broke tremendous barriers that limited women’s choices in the past, and they expected subsequent generations to seize the spoils.  They moved us from a prix fixe world into an array of limitless a la carte options.  But if you stuff yourself with the pork loin, the prime rib, the veal piccata, and the braised scallops at the same time all you get is sick.

Creating the buffet was, to me, their real victory. I’m thankful that today my plate is full of all I choose to eat, and I am equally thankful that I can return for a fresh plate and new mix at the time of my choosing.

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