Post-election anxiety is making me want to u-haul – and I’m not the only one
“Sometimes you just need to intertwine yourself in silence with a (very hot) warm body and ignore the world burning around you for a few hours while your cells regenerate.” WORDS ANYA SCHULMAN COVER IMAGE ‘VENUS AND CUPID’ (1626) BY ARTEMISIA GENTILESCHI This may come as a shock to some of you (I’m pretty sure it is glaringly obvious), but I am American.
On 5 November I worked at my local polling place from five in the morning to half ten at night, and started refreshing my phone at seven in the evening to see a worst case scenario unfold.
I immediately left to do tequila shots with my new friend, co-election inspector general Angela, as a familiar feeling of dread sunk in.
Angela told me not to look at my phone, and tried to distract me with a story of an encounter in the aughts with the actor who played Smith Jerrod on Sex and The City as I waited for the person I’ve recently been seeing to show up.
