I haven’t decided whether or not I will watch Donald Trump’s inauguration on January 20. I can’t watch it live because I’ll be at work. But he’ll be on the news, on the radio, on the internet. He’ll be everywhere. He’ll be everywhere the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that for next four years, at least. Continue reading
The first time I ever learned about the Holocaust was when I was seven or eight. My parents sent my brother and I to Hebrew School twice a week, and while most of the classes were focused around learning letters and holidays, we spent an entire two weeks talking about the Holocaust in April – just in time for Holocaust Remembrance Day. We would read poems in class that had a repeated refrain, Never again. We met Holocaust survivors, saw the numbers on their arms, listened to their stories with a sort of disconnect – that was so long ago, another time, another place. That could never happen here. Continue reading
It’s hard to believe that the following sentence isn’t made up, but here we go: The president-elect of the United States is currently engaging in a Twitter feud with the hit Broadway musical Hamilton. In case you’ve been living under a proverbial rock for the past 24 hours, we’ll recap for you: Continue reading
Like nearly everyone else on the planet, I’ve spent the past week thinking long and hard about this election, going through every single emotion, trying to make sense of what happened, while simultaneously mourning the loss of all that could have been. I’ve been thinking about the deep discontentment and alarming hatred in this country that brought us to where we now stand, and how we can possibly start to mend the divide. I’ve gone through the very troubling reasons why our country couldn’t get behind Hillary Clinton, behind a woman, behind someone who was so qualified, so smart, dedicated, and so equipped to lead. I’ve thought about what we are supposed to tell our children, whether this electoral college petition thing could actually get Hillary in office (probably not), and of course, what we do now. Continue reading
The thing I keep coming back to is how Hillary Clinton must be feeling.
I am a privileged white girl from an upper-middle class family with little to no real political involvement, and I am absolutely devastated. I am in mourning. So many of us are in pain. So many of us are struggling to get out of bed and act like normal humans. So many of us are trying desperately to fall back on our kindness and be the bigger person. Continue reading
It’s been almost a full week since Election Day, and it’s safe to say that we are still collectively grieving. The emotions that many of us have experienced in just a week’s time have been the truest definition of a roller coaster. Personally speaking, I’ve been heartbroken, enraged, horrified, scared, worried, anxious, angry, furious, devastated, empowered, helpless, thoughtful, thoughtless – there and back again – in just six days. It is not linear; it is an up-and-down graph of feelings. It is, in a word, mourning. Continue reading
I am devastated by the election results and have been wallowing for two days feeling helpless. However, because of my immense privilege, a Trump presidency with a Republican Congress and the possibility of pro-life religious right Supreme Court judges won’t have the potential to affect me as drastically as it might for so many other people who don’t have my privileges (race, class, geography, gender identity, education, etc.). Continue reading
Dear Hillary Clinton,
I’ve been trying to put together words for the past 7 hours, as I’m sure you have as well. What words do we use in such a time like this? Do we try to analyze the when and the why and the how? Do we wonder what we could have done differently? Do we chastise ourselves for not donating enough, not campaigning enough, not trying enough? Is it our fault?
I’ve thought about the words I plan to use. I went to bed searching for phrases; I woke up looking for sentences. I thought about nothing else on my drive to work, my walk from the parking lot to my building. I’ve been consumed by language, racking my brain for the proper way to string together letters and words and punctuation. I am a writer, this is what I’m supposed to do. But I am at a loss. Continue reading
It’s officially Election Day. We survived. We made it through. The dog days are over.
Over the past year, I think I’ve felt every emotion under the sun: pure joy, uncontrollable anger, harrowing sadness, endless frustration. I’ve been like a pinball, bouncing around from emotion to emotion. Continue reading
You guys, we did it. We got to November 8. The countdown is officially over; today is the day. In honor of our survival, and in anticipation of what is bound to be an anxiety-filled day, we are taking a minute to laugh. Remember when all we could do, amid the chaos and insanity that was the 2016 election, was just laugh? If it weren’t for the Internet, we probably would have lost our goddamn minds throughout the past few months. In honor of our survival, we’re rounding up the 15 funniest things that happened online throughout the election season. And after you’re done reading and laughing, GO OUT AND VOTE. Continue reading
