The previous evening Donald J. Trump was elected president. People on the internet were already screaming about how 2016 was the worst year ever, and it’s true, as soon as the returns from Florida were in, Jess felt her heart sink; she felt a sense of loss that was much more than losing—more than losing the election the presidency the country—instead, it was the feeling that half the nation, even if it was the smaller half, had stood in a line sixty million people long to spit in her face and say: people like you don’t matter.
