Good Riddence, 2017

From the title of this post, you can see I didn’t think too highly of 2017. Good things happened too, but they were dwarfed by the crap I waded through. 2017 was a special kind of hell I’m very glad to be seeing in my rearview mirror.

 I’m far from apolitical—just take a look at my Twitter account—but as a rape survivor, watching a man who has admitted to groping women get elected to the highest office in my nation . . . that was a huge slap in the face. As people emerged from whatever rock t...