A quiet, depressive pall hangs over the office, and one woman leans on my desk with a look of defeat.
I let her vent for a while about how she can't believe what's happened until finally she leans in conspiratorially and says, "I mean, I don't think a woman should be president. Women, we're too emotional."
"But I'll vote for a woman any day over Trump!" she finishes forcefully.
One year ago today: Needs Work
Two years ago today: Am I Actually Nice?
Three years ago today: Maybe He Was Just Trying to Help
Five years ago today: 11/9/11 Waking Up is Hard to Do
Six years ago today: 11-9-10 Pie is too nice to be bad for you