I can't really tell what year it is.

Maybe it's 1932, the same year that Hitler rose to power with his fascist, racist, and toxic ideology that seems so much like Donald Trump's. His idea to ban Muslims from entering the United States and to require them to wear identification cards sounds much too similar to a the star that innocent Jewish lives had to bear.

Maybe it's 1940, where Hattie McDaniel—the first African-American to win an Oscar--was segregated from her co-workers because of the color of her skin. At least in 1940, an African-American person was nominated for an award.

Maybe it is the 1950s and '60s where the rights of People of Color (PoC) are still being debated and, more importantly, the value of one's life is entirely dependent on the color of their skin. The lives of PoC that are lost every single day should not be considered martyrs of a movement towards a more accepting America. The voices of the Black Lives Matter movement echo in the same way that Martin Luther King's did, even when issues of racism in American society seem to have a permanent seat in the back of the bus.

Maybe we're stuck in the 1970s where the rights of a woman's body are being decided by everyone other than that woman. Planned Parenthood can't be understood because a woman's body is meant to be controlled.

How terrifying is it that it is 2016? It is the year in which I turn on my TV or open up social media and see racism, xenophobia, and sexism coexisting and thriving. I feel like I'm in some twisted time warp when the terms "boycott," "riot," and "KKK" all seem to have leaped off of the pages of my history textbook and onto the screen saying "Breaking News."

I'm exhausted. I'm exhausted from explaining myself to a society that disrespects every aspect of my identity from my race to my gender. I am tired of seeing cultures being mocked on television, tired of knowing that no matter how loud I scream about these issues and their adverse effects on my life experiences, someone will always tell me that I'm overreacting. Here's the thing, though, I'm not.

You should be concerned that in 2016, actors have to protest award shows on national television due to lack of diversity. You should be scared that someone with Donald Trump's views is being broadcasted loudly and widely supported.

Your heart should ache when you see women being denied basic health rights, when you see their bodies being objectified and their worth being compartmentalized into trivial details. Your eyes should well with tears every time that a young life is lost due to racially or ethnically driven violence.

You should be trying every single day to rid yourself of the toxicity that courses through our everyday lives. There is genuinely no reason for ignorance, prejudice, and sexism to exist in our culture. It is embarrassing that our nation is represented in a way that shows our inherent inability to welcome diversity or to be understanding of human variability.

It is f*cking 2016 and it's time to start acting like it.