Look, we just lived through four years of Trump. So forgive me if I think an entire week’s worth of celebration is warranted at the End of Trump, Beginning of President Biden/Vice President Kamala Harris. It still doesn’t feel real, truly. It hasn’t really sunk in yet that we don’t need to wake up every day wondering what horrors one manifestly unfit man and all his Republican enablers will unleash on us.
Because of that seismic relief we all feel (like, Donald fucking Trump really had control of our entire nuclear arsenal for four years, guys), the history and importance of our new administration got a little overshadowed. But it matters that women, girls, Black Americans and South-Asian Americans can now see themselves reflected in the vice presidency for the first time in our nation’s 245-year history. And if you don’t think it matters, well you’ve never watched someone see their horizons broaden before their eyes as they see themselves represented for the first time. It’s beautiful, and it codifies the simple truth that representation matters. May we continue to break barriers and glass ceiling and make America represent all its people equally.
