Prioritize Yourself on Election Night

On November 8, 2016, I wore a pantsuit. I put my newborn daughter in a mini-pantsuit. My mother, sister, and baby niece came over, also adorned in pantsuits. We took a smiling three-generation photo at 5pm, joyfully preparing for the historical moment ahead.

Hours later, as we broadcast the results on our living room wall over cheerful chatter, I was the first to realize what the math was telling us. “She can’t win,” I said with rising panic, enough to break up the various small conversations happening around me, “The numbers, she… oh God, she can’t win.”