Meghan Trainor is an appropriate artist to help us recover from the painful election hangover. We can all use a little bubble gum right now, and Trainor is human Hubba Bubba.
Trainor’s throwback pop sound is as refreshing as her cheeky advocacy for issues tied to body image and female empowerment. There’s no guilt in this pleasure.
In order to maintain my daily blog schedule, I write these entries well in advance. So this is a tricky one… as I write this, a week before election day in the midst of the newest Clinton email scandal, it’s conceivable that it will be going live when we have a President-elect Trump.
Now I’m pretty confident that Clinton has this in the bag. I’ve felt that way for a year, in fact, before Access Hollywood and three knockout debates and all the rest. But the last thing I want to do is jinx things by posting some sort of congratulatory song before the chickens have hatched.
We have arrived. After what seems like a decade-long presidential campaign, today’s the day we choose our next president.
I’ve been saying for more than a year that Hillary Clinton has this in the bag, mostly because of the demographic advantages Democrats have in high turnout elections. It doesn’t hurt that her opponent is a narcissistic misogynist.
But who knows? I might wake up tomorrow in Donald Trump’s America. God help us all.
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