Last night took me back four years when I was a young, idealistic college student. When we found out that Obama had won, my friends and I screamed collectively and stormed the streets of south Los Angeles with beer bottles in hand and giant smiles plastering our faces, unable to contain our elation. It felt like our generation, the young and the fearless, had, for the first time in ages, been validated - we felt hopeful and on the cusp of some remarkable beginning of change.
Now, we’ve learned that change takes a bit longer to materialize than we formerly thought, but we can still hold on to that idealism and hope. The man who started turning us around now has another four years to see his plans through to completion.
Thank you, Obama, for defending our country by killing Bin Ladin, for protecting my vagina’s rights by being pro-choice, and for recognizing that marriage is just a union of two people who love each other, period, among a million other reasons I love you. Good luck, Mr. President. Don’t let us down.