I keep head up, proud, defiant (I want to look Maya Angelou or Frida Kahlo) but I kind of wish for Carrie like powers. So far I’ve told to smile by two random dudes because of course.

Me too. He is Voldemort because if I say his name, I’ll cry. It seems silly but I just feel like even saying his name feeds his narcissism psychically.

The answer is yes for me. I look at the people around me and wonder how many of these fuckers threw my daughters future away and made me sincerely afraid for our safety.

I had to tell my ten year old daughter this morning. She looked at me and said, “No...did you do the voting right? Someone made a mistake, right?” Then I cried and have been doing so off and on for since 4 this morning. I’m a middle age, Mexican Jewish hybrid female who lives at the poverty level...what the hell…