From a Nasty Woman,
Friday was a day I was hoping would never come to fruition. Friday was a day that we put a racist, misogynistic, self-centered, sex offender into public office to be the head of our incredible nation. Friday was a day when the questions that had been manifesting themselves in our minds became palpable worries. Will this presidency effect the legitimacy of my citizenship, of my marriage, of my job, of my gender, of my humanity? Friday was a day that I was hoping would be some elaborate prank that ended with Bernie Sanders with his normally sized hand on a stack of Bibles. It wasn't. But then Saturday came. Saturday was a day that brought encouragement, unity, democracy, a voice. I had been looking forward to Saturday all week because I knew the amount of creativity that would reveal itself in the form of clever posters and tweets. I fell in love with people I had never met before, carrying signs that said "GIRLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUNdamental rights" and "I've