Don’t be that guy


I don’t want to talk about the racism, the xenophobia, the pandering, the not pandering enough, the DNC, the third party voters, the media, Bernie, the being a woman baggage, the Clinton baggage, who’s to blame, who’s not to blame, Benghazi, and omfg I really don’t want to talk about the emails. Everyone else has got that covered and then some. But what made it so hard to get out of bed today, what made me tear up when my daughter asked me who is our new president, what’s killing me today is that Trump is The Guy. He is the guy who groped me at work, the guy who jerked off on me on the subway, the guy who wouldn’t let me leave his apartment, the guy who followed me when I was running that time, and that other time, and that other other time. He’s the guy who didn’t take no for an answer because why would he? Every woman, yes literally every woman, has encountered the guy who didn’t think he needed permission to put his hands on her body. And clearly, America thinks that’s just fine. Thanks guys!