My friend Alice turned one this week. I gave her a book about creatures of the ocean, but what I really wanted for her was to grow up in a world where she couldn’t remember that once a woman couldn’t be the leader of the free world.
I wanted her to grow up in a world where it’s my reality to be harassed on the street, but not hers. I wanted her to grow up in a world where her reproductive rights aren’t constantly under threat, where she isn’t held to higher standards than an unqualified man, and where sexual assault isn’t such a normalized part of the culture that when a woman says she has been assaulted that people (men, the court system) actually believe her. I wanted Alice to grow up in a world where the possibility of being sexually assaulted doesn’t inform every decision she makes about what she wears, where she goes, how late she stays out, how much she drinks, and who she associates with. I wanted her to have equal pay for equal work and I wanted her to not be criticized because she’s wearing a fucking pantsuit – exactly what she’s supposed to be wearing – to conduct business in. I wanted her to have Hillary.
You know, I know that not all of this would have changed if Hillary won last night, but it would have been a good start. What America does matters for all of us. It is a sad, sad day for North American women and I’m glad that Alice won’t be able to remember that time America hated women so much that it elected Donald Trump.