All The Reasons I'll Spontaneously Burst Into Tears On Election Day
I am the BIGGEST crybaby.
It all started this July when I was watching the coverage of the Democratic National Convention. I found myself weeping insistently.
I've always been passionate about politics (if you don't believe me, feel free to check out the massive amount of student loans I had to take out to pay for my political science degree ayoooo), but lately, my tears have been about so much more than just political phenomena.
This election is one of the most important in our nation's history. I know, I know. People say that during every election cycle.
So, given my blubbering history and the stakes in this election, I give to you the four reasons I'm going to wear waterproof mascara on November 8:
I'll cry because I'm proud.
I'm crying because after 239 years of being around, the United States has finally made history: Hillary Clinton was the first woman in history to become a presidential nominee.
This is a big deal.
Women make up over 50 percent of the population, yet they only hold about 19.4 percent of the seats in the United States Congress.
Like one of Clinton's ad campaigns states: Our kids are watching. When young girls see a strong, intelligent woman such Hillary Clinton addressing the nation as a presidential nominee, they realize their dreams may not be as unattainable as they once thought.
Upon cinching the nomination, Secretary Clinton spoke these powerful words:
Tonight's victory is not about one person. It belongs to generations of women and men who struggled and sacrificed and made this moment possible. In our country, it started right here in New York, a place called Seneca Falls in 1848 where a small but determined group of women and men came together with the idea that women deserved equal rights and they set it forth in something called the declaration of sent and it was first time in human history that that kind of declaration occurred.
If Hillary makes another speech as powerful as this one, you can bet I'm going to need a box of tissues.
I'll cry because I'm going to miss the Obama Administration.
I LOVE THE OBAMA FAMILY.
I was proud to cast my vote for Barack Obama in 2012, and I'm proud of his legacy to this day.
I'm going to miss the way President Obama seems to handle every situation with grace. I'm going to miss his quick wit. I'm going to miss his perfect wife, Michelle, and his badass daughters, Malia and Sasha. I'm going to miss his dad dancin'.
He, like Hillary, has made me proud to be an American.
Saying goodbye to the Obama Administration is just one more reason I'll be a teary mess on Tuesday.
On the bright side, in less than 20 years, Malia will be old enough to run for office. Fingers crossed. (Michelle could also run for office... let's not talk about the tears I'll cry if THAT happens.)
I'll cry because I'm scared.
Let's just talk about the elephant (political pun!) in the room: Donald Trump.
He has proven time and time again that he is unfit for the job (don't even get me started on his VP choice, Mike Pence, who is also the certified WORST™).
I'm scared that if people don't vote, he could win. Please, please, America, don't let him win.
I'll cry tears of relief.
After a very long, tumultuous journey, this election will finally be over. Well, kind of.
After November 8, our country, for better or for worse, will never be the same.
Don't be idle this election season. Tomorrow, find your polling place, pack your tissues and vote. Your vote matters.