I have to wonder if Sandberg does not realize that she is going to die someday. There is so little life and pleasure in her book outside of work. Success, particularly the kind Sandberg calls for, requires ever more time at the office, ever more travel. It requires always being available, always a click away. Sandberg is almost giddy when she describes getting up at 5 a.m. to answer e-mails before her children wake up and getting back on her computer once they are asleep. ‘Facebook is available 24/7 and for the most part, so am I,’ she writes. ‘The days when I even think of unplugging for a weekend or a vacation are long gone.’ Imagine what that life looks like to a child. Imagine what it looks like to yourself when you are 80. That is not how I want my daughter to live, and it is not how I want to live.
Chelsea Clinton on whether she’d call herself a feminist
My head just exploded into a million bubbly hearts.