Oh, Hillary. I’m afraid it’s over, gal. I know you’ve got fight left in you and I’m thrilled you’re willing to continue, fist in the air, but as a woman who’s been “in the kitchen” you have to realize now that the party is over and it’s time to clean up. There are dishes in the sink, hon, and they can’t wait until morning.

I’m sorry.

It’s not that there isn’t victory in this, though. My 21 year-old daughter voted in her first primary because of you, and as a semi-antique feminist that gives me comfort.