Vogue -
10 Nov 2016 20:18

Though I was in tears yesterday morning, I went about my daily routine as always, making scrambled eggs for myself and my husband and our daughter, straightening up an eternally messy apartment, and loading the dishwasher, a chore I absolutely hate (what is supposed to go on what rack, really?). But on this particular day, in the shadow of Hillary Clinton's loss, these tasks felt heavy with meaning. I couldn't stop thinking: I'm still in my place. I'll check my privilege before the commenters do...
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