what now

all in for Kamala

I go on a long rant in this week’s Everything Is Fine (recorded last week) about the horrors of this election season never ceasing, about my soul-level hatred for the misogynist Gerber Baby VP pick and the nightmare ear diapering of the RNC; how Biden’s decline in the past few months had become terrifying and how — GODDAMNIT — could he just put his ego aside, drop out and name Kamala Harris his successor so maybe we’d have a real chance to beat these pompous, woman-hating, white supremacist fucks?

“Right now this is a race about dicks and dick strength, maybe we need a NON DICK to win,” I proposed before quietly chanting “these fucking fucks” in a weird dissociative trance more times than our editor probably should’ve left in.

The episode, which came out today, is obviously already dated, but my passion for Kamala and my rage over living in a country that could possibly elect the criminal clown car alternative is decidedly not.

I am not only deep-in-my-bones tired of Trump and his horrifying bullshit, I am genuinely excited to imagine Harris — a tough, smart, energetic female candidate — running game against these pasty, out-of-touch pricks.

The more I think about it, I truly want a Gen X lady president (she’s technically two months shy of Gen X, still I am claiming her!). I’m sick to death of these men. I want a woman who gets the experience of being female in a country that secretly and not-so-secretly reviles females. I want a leader who’s been navigating this bullshit world (built by white male boomers!) as long as the rest of us, who understands issues about race and class in ways they never could. As a woman having a hot flash as I write this, who just shelled out $1,000 (with insurance!) for a breast MRI, I selfishly want a leader with a uterus who at the very least understands the word menopause and what a “dense breast” is.

I know Kamala’s 2020 campaign was all over the place. I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK. It’s true she was a tough-on-crime prosecutor-cop. TRULY, AT THIS POINT, WHO THE HELL CARES.

I am aware she’s had some missteps around trans rights. As the mother of a trans child, I will tell you now: the alternative is 40 ZILLION TIMES worse.

We are up against monsters, political villains evil enough for sci-fi. We do not have time to waste splitting hairs.

I do not want to hear America is not ready for a Black female president. I don’t want any Debbie Downer-opining that this country will never elect a woman to the highest office in the land. In 2016, Hillary won the popular vote by THREE MILLION VOTES — we basically already did! I don’t want to hear that we cannot before we even actually try. There are more of us than there are of them. I want us to remember this.

Here’s what else I want: I want to maintain this weird unfamiliar glimmer inside of me, the thing that’s been gone since Tuesday, November 8, 2016. I want to feel hope over sickening dread and — as has often been the case even with Biden — nonstop worry.

I want a sane, mentally and physically strong president aligned with the values of the majority of this nation. I want a middle-aged she/her president who’s seen some shit and come out wiser on the other side.

I want Kamala Harris and I want a forward-thinking vision of America and I am all in and I hope you are too.

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occasionally book promotion is fun

• ICYMI: Rolling Stone made the connection between my book Ambition Monster and the show The Bear in the kindest and most flattering way.

• Marie Claire called Ambition Monster “an antidote to toxic girlboss hustle culture”

• Glamour named Ambition Monster one of “the best bookclub books of 2024”

• FWIW: JD Vance is the most ambition monster candidate there ever was. I hate him and everything he stands for with the power of a thousand suns.