WRITTEN JUST BEFORE CHRISTMAS:
On November 8, as the election tides began to turn, Roxane Gay posted an ominous tweet. Two words that somehow explained everything I was watching on CNN.
It read simply, "Your relatives..."
That was the first time I realized how these unthinkable results might have unfolded, and also the first time I realized the amount of blame on my own shoulders. I thought about the table of Trump supporters I would soon be having Thanksgiving with; how all our past arguments now added up to nothing but wasted time.
My dad is the most liberal of the bunch, and though he doesn't always agree with me fully, I'm lucky that he cares about the things I'm passionate about. Today, he was excited to tell me @girlpowersupply's Instagram had surpassed 5,000 followers (#humblebrag). But instead of getting me excited, he made me realize my message isn't getting across the way my passion is. No matter how far women have come, we still have so far to go, and it's a weird feeling when your Bernie-loving, not-intentionally-sexist dad reminds you of that.
When shifting your nation's perceptions, you sometimes have to start in difficult places — for example, on a car ride home from the airport. I pledge to spend this holiday talking to my family about my beliefs, hoping to open their minds and show them we are more alike than they might have thought.
tl;dr: changing the world starts with a grain of sand, happy holidays, please end 2016, etc