The longer this election goes on, the more of myself I see in Hillary Clinton and vice versa.
I’m not going to defend the fucked up things she’s done in the past. I try not to defend the fucked up shit Iv'e done either.
Doing things when you were young, ambitious and thought you were special and then regretting it? Yea. I did that.
Defending a man’s indefensible behavior because you love him, dont want to lose the life you’ve built and feel trapped? I know that.
Being the smartest person in a room of men and watching good ideas dissapate? I know that intimately.
Being called bossy, smug, unfuckable, shrill, pretentious and presumptive because you know more than the guy across the table? Oh man. Been fucking there. Bought a shirt.
Being interrupted, disrespected, ignored and standing there, taking it with a smile because you’ve got GOALS? God yes.
Grinding away at something that matters… piece by piece… when the men around you get bored or decide there are more personally lucrative things or the return simply won’t be worth the investment of THEIR time and you’ll get it done? That’s my entire fucking life.
Competent enough for all the work. Too female for any credit.
She’s not perfect. I’m not either. But holy fuck do I empathize with her.

















