Why Is a Feminist Like Me Not Fan-Girling Over Kamala Harris?
It’s like someone, as a mean joke, told a Pushmi-Pullyu they could be a politician.

One of the features which gives our age a distinct End Of Days feeling is that, for the first time, the old don’t envy the young, but rather pity them. The same goes for the U.K. and the U.S.; for the past few years we’ve been full of puzzlement over how the most dynamic and hopeful country the world has ever seen (with the exception of Israel) could end up with two deranged senior citizens taking bites out of each other as the highest expression of democracy.
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