What my mother could envision was a future in which I made my own choices. I donât think either of us could have predicted what happens when you multiply that sense of agency by an entire generation. But what transpired next lay well beyond the powers of everybodyâs imagination: as women have climbed ever higher, men have been falling behind. Weâve arrived at the top of the staircase, finally ready to start our lives, only to discover a cavernous room at the tail end of a party, most of the men gone already, some having never shown upâand those who remain are leering by the cheese table, or are, you know, the ones you donât want to go out with.
âAll the Single Ladiesâ - Kate Bolick in the Atlantic (via afoodbeast)











