Nearly a month after Trump won the election, the media is still whining.
On Monday, The Washington Post published one disaffected woman’s Chicken Little story in their Dating and Relationships section where she essentially blames Donald Trump for ruining her love life. In the self-indulgent sob story, writer Stephanie Land whines that Trump’s election made her lose all hope for finding a man she could trust in this newly “precarious” world. “I felt sick to my stomach,” Land moaned, when she learned the news. “I am not the optimistic person I was...wearing a t-shirt with ‘Nasty Woman’ written inside a red heart,” she stated.
Land starts off her article by detailing her optimistic search for a partner in the months leading up to the election that would be good for both her and her children. Her hopeful attitude changes when she realizes Trump will be President instead of Clinton.
But two weeks later, the election happened. Once it was clear that Donald Trump would be president instead of Hillary Clinton, I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to gather my children in bed with me and cling to them like we would if thunder and lightning were raging outside, with winds high enough that they power might go out. The world felt that precarious to me.
Land acknowledged that the election turnout came as a surprise to her and having to explain to her children that Clinton would not be the first woman President was devastating.
When I told her Trump had won, she protested: “But Mom. You said Hillary was going to win.”
“A lot of people thought the same thing,” I said. I hugged her, a little scared to send her to school, out into the big sky country of the red state where we live.
If you thought the article wasn’t melodramatic enough, it gets worse.
Land goes on to say she couldn’t see the point of dating anymore, because she was so fearful for the future.
That urge to cling to my family while keeping our foundation strong didn’t mesh well with continuing to date the man I’d been seeing…I’ve lost the desire to attempt the courtship phase.
The future is uncertain. I am not the optimistic person I was on the morning of Nov. 8, wearing a T-shirt with “Nasty Woman” written inside a red heart. It makes me want to cry thinking of that. Of seeing my oldest in the shirt I bought her in Washington, D.C., that says “Future President.”
Land, listless and long-winded, complains she can’t date anymore because she’s “grieving” over Clinton losing the election. Which makes us wonder why this woman’s depression is being played out in a national newspaper instead of in a psychiatrist’s office.
There is no room for dating in this place of grief. Dating means hope. I’ve lost that hope in seeing the words “President-elect Trump.”
