I -am- a self-proclaimed nasty woman. I refuse to take men’s shit for being as ruthless as society expects me to be in order to succeed. I refuse to take up less room just so the male ego can have more space to thrive in my diminished space. Whether you’re #Imwithher or not, when Trump seethed, “Such a nasty woman,” towards a joking Hillary Clinton, was there a single woman who did not take a moment to relish the moment? This election cycle has managed to unveil misogyny in all of its disgusting glory awaiting every woman in their homes, in their loved ones, and in a day to day existence where it always exists.

When you accept the comments that someone like Republican presidential candidate Trump spews as normal ‘guys’ talk, you dismiss the lives of half of the population. Regardless of how crooked you find Hillary Clinton to be, she will never be as crooked as the system that has promoted the viability of a candidate like Trump. Viability is a word I’ve found my anxiety ridden self-using a lot lately. Perhaps, it is my mentally debilitating fear that a woman like me, nasty, dirty and without regard for the fragile male ego will end up in prison for something as simple as bodily autonomy. And yes, I am absolutely, without a doubt, terrified that someone like Trump and Pence could even be considered decades after The Court's decision on Roe v. Wade. How can it be? It seems we were moving towards equality, towards the light, towards the recognition that women are no longer things to be silent unless spoken at. Where the hell did we go wrong?

So, yes, when Hillary Clinton was called a nasty woman, I was thrilled; it was a clarion battle cry for all woman. Go out and vote. Defeat the ideology that women are anything less than beings to be reckoned with. Put misogyny back in the shadowy depths where it belongs. Do not let your beautiful, nasty womanhood be something to hide behind. Use it as your shield and sword. Be nasty.