With 2020 on the Horizon, Is It Safe to Hope Again? (Goes to Glamour Magazine)

With the president of the United States at last facing consequences and a woman on the rise in the polls, writer Molly Jong-Fast feels…almost cheerful?
By Molly Jong-Fast

Around 6 a.m. on November 9, 2016, I went into my nine-year-old daughter’s bedroom and sat at the foot of her bed, weeping while I watched her sleep. I’m not a person who cries a lot. And if I do, I tend to be both furious and alone. But that morning, all bets were off.

Looking at my daughter in her little bed with her little stuffed bunny, brown hair covering her face, I knew I had failed her. We betrayed our daughters (and sons), allowing a dimwitted reality television host with a raft of sexual assault allegations against him to win the White House. My three kids had been worried about the possibility of a Donald Trump presidency since he descended that golden escalator, but I had soothed them. It could never happen, I said. Totally sure of myself.

I had to wake them up and admit I’d been wrong. That things aren’t fair. That when powerful men are involved, sometimes there are no consequences for bad behavior.

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