Imagine celebrating something that someone close to you has lost. Imagine you're in a room and everyone is proud of an accomplishment, and partying and having fun,
And your sisters and mothers and daughters are disappointed in you, for taking away their only chance to have what should have been theirs from the beginning.
And not just them. Your friends who are poc, who are LGBTQIA+, who aren't cis white males who only care about themselves.
Imagine what they see in their Twitter and Instagram feed. They're mourning. They're angry. They're comforting one another. Hope is all they cling to now.
Are you proud of yourself?