I am a twenty-one-year-old woman and a senior in the College; last July a man whose name I don’t know raped me; last night this country knowingly elected a serial predator.
This election is personal. Nervous introductions filled my first day as an intern at Embassy Moscow’s Press Office, but, by that evening, I realized I had met mostly men.
I've been sitting with this for a while feeling absolutely numb with fear, and I don't know that I'm ever going to get more ready to speak about this tragedy.
I spent election night in New York. As we took a break for outlets and wifi in the Port Authority Bus Terminal, we checked the election results as they rolled in.
I saw this opportunity to write a piece on my feelings about this election, and I jumped at the opportunity to create a laundry list of all the reasons why I'm upset, confused, and fearful.