It’s 5:30 pm. I haven’t changed from my sleep gear, not yet. Maybe I won’t, not today. I just realized I haven’t brushed my teeth. Or eaten anything.
What have I been doing? Reading a lot of despair, rage, knee-jerk blaming and flailing, incredulity — and arguing with certain aspects of it, even while I’m shattered, furious and seeing everything through a disorted lens. Somebody wrote somewhere that it’s as if a psychiatric institution flung open its doors and let the inmates out to vote, and to delude themselves into thinking they are competent to run a massive government.
I listened to Kamala’s inspiring concession speech. She has become my ideal politician: intelligent, wise, relaxed, pointed with her criticism and specific in laying out the sort of federal government I’ve always believed in and supported. I genuinely love her. She will not be disappearing.
In 2016, it was awfully clear to us women that misogyny affected the presidential race. In 2024, I believed we’d gotten past that. That’s clearly my optimism for you. Now, we have to add racism to the same fucking misogyny.
8:32 pm. Still in my PJs, ate some popcorn and V8 juice.
Allan used to say “There are more out than in,” meaning there are more lunatics out of the asylums than in them. Lunatics, dummies, morons, idiots. This is us now. Well, not you or me.