This has got to be the worst time to be alive.
That’s the thought that runs through my head every time I turn on the news, or open Twitter, or have a conversation with anyone about the state of the world.
And it’s not just because of the clusterfuck known as our current political landscape, it’s the fact that I’ve been dealt such shitty cards. Why couldn’t I have been around for the Women’s Movement? Or the Civil Rights Movement? You know, something with substance. Why does my defining historical moment have to involve a reality TV show host turned psychopath? Continue reading