There was the momentary high of Bill Cosby being convicted in a court of law of being a sexually violent predator. News sites were calling him the first conviction of the #MeToo movement.
That hope was short lived.
The Kavanaugh hearing.
The fucking Kavanaugh hearing.
The hearing itself is a goddamn tragedy. As if there was any doubt, Republican men have proved that it isn't they don't believe women - they just don't give a shit.
Oh, he didn't write running a train on drugged girls in his calendar! It clearly didn't happen!
I want whatever drugs you assholes are on. I probably need them to survive this.
Women are telling their stories in public and on social media. The bravery coming from this shitstorm is inspiring.
It's so hard to hear the stories.
It wasn't super obvious, but my last post was about going out again after being drugged.
What's awful is that I tell my story and over half the time the reply from other women is their own story. The stories are almost always told lightly - almost apologetically. Oh I was out drinking and this happened. Oh I was at a party and this happened. As if there is any excuse for this happening.
I don't doubt anyone who tells their story later. I don't doubt the victims of the Catholic conspiracy. I don't doubt the victims of Kava-fucking-naugh. Coming forward is not an easy task.
Personally, I have no hope on this. I think Kavanaugh will be confirmed. I don't think the House or the Senate will go blue. I think Trump will win again in 2020.
We protest. We fight. We vote. We speak. The world may go to shit, but I won't participate.
I am not throwing away my shot.
