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If Trump’s Win Ended Your Desire To Date, It’s You, Not Him


For this 40-year-old single woman, the election of Donald Trump has revived my hope and reignited the search for my knight in shining armor.

Not really. That would be silly.

Attaching my hope for marriage to the successful election of the candidate I voted for is almost as ridiculous as abandoning hope due to a desired candidate’s loss. But ridiculous rules supreme in the land of the Left, as evidenced in a recent opinion piece by Stephanie Land, entitled “Trump’s Election Stole My Desire to Look for a Partner” (God forbid she use the word husband).

Stop laughing—it’s not an article in The Onion. Start crying, because her insanity was given merit when published by The Washington Post.

Land begins by describing her determined approach to dating prior to the election with “Enough of this dating unavailable men half a decade younger than me. They’d never seriously consider a relationship with me, my two children, and my needy dog.” But then follows up with, “I wanted to find an equal. A man who wouldn’t feel the need to step in and rescue me. I didn’t need rescuing.”

Which was it? A boy-man in search of a fling, or a prince on white horse? In an attempt to present herself as a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it, her statements are self-refuting and expose how irrational the remainder of her piece would be.

The Day Darkness Descended

On the day after the election—the day darkness descended on the country—Land recounts consoling her distraught daughter, and trepidation at sending the child to school “out into the big sky country of the red state where we live.” Adding insult to injury, her car radiator broke down, requiring her to walk miles home while carrying her daughter, all the while tears cascading down her face.

If only the first female president had been elected, radiators would never crack, tear ducts would dry up, and we would grow wings on our feet (only needed, of course, when the unicorns are on a rainbow juice break).

Land began experiencing “hopelessness; fear; uncertainty about the future; panic over having to talk to my 9-year-old about anything that might come up at school, or what to do in the instance of sexual assault.” What on God’s green earth does sexual assault have to do with this?

She continues, “I need to fiercely love the people close to me instead of learning to love someone new. To reach out to others could weaken the bonds that hold my family together.” She couldn’t reach out to someone new because Trump won the election? What does one have to do with the other?

The piece is nonsensical. It’s a purge of bizarre, immature, incoherent non-sequiturs that reads like the diary of a 14-year-old girl. It is illustrative of the Left’s fanatical view on politics: it is their religion. Hillary Clinton was their god. Donald Trump was Beelzebub. In their minds Satan has assumed leadership of the country, resulting in their utter devastation and despair.

If Clinton had won, I would have been disappointed, but I would not pen a piece proclaiming that all hope is lost, so I might as well drink a bottle of Drano. That’s because we on the Right, here in reality, do not pin our hope on a fallible human being. We do not define our relationships and future by the occupant of the White House. We do not believe one man or woman gives meaning to our lives.

Single Ladies Despair Sometimes, But That’s No Excuse

But Land does find her meaning in a political candidate. Clinton’s loss so utterly devastated her that she gave up the desire and will to pursue a relationship that could bring her and her children a stable, secure, and happy life. If her words truly are representative of her feelings, if they are more than a writer seeking a hook, then she is the epitome of pathetic.

Yes, it is common for single women in their 30s and 40s to experience hopelessness about finding a husband. Our pasts have influenced our present and leave us fearful of the future. A betrayal may harden our hearts because we cannot bear the thought of experiencing such pain again. Rejection may leave us questioning our appeal or worth. Deep-seated childhood issues may have engrained in us a psychological block or unhealthy behaviors.

Although hopelessness does not have to result in those instances, it is a natural feeling for someone in that situation. Sometimes feelings are legitimate and worthy of sharing. Other times, they are irrational, outrageous, and ultimately embarrassing. Those feelings should be kept to oneself, only uttered to one’s closest friends. Or sometimes, only to one’s dog. They should most definitely not be put in print.

But Land did put it in print. So the true travesty is that The Washington Post published it. By doing so, it applauds and heralds a woe-is-me attitude of flowery jibberish aimed at giving credence to the hysteria of the Left. The editors found value in this woman presenting herself as a beleaguered heroine claiming, “That urge to cling to my family while keeping our foundation strong didn’t mesh well with continuing to date the man I’d been seeing… my focus had to be on my community of friends that are my family.” Oh, the strength. Oh, the perseverance.

Oh the malarkey. To forsake an endeavor that could immensely improve her life is the antithesis of strong. It’s whiny. It’s weak. It’s “I am woman, hear me cry.” Land believed a female president would prove that strength, ambition, and leadership are equal-opportunity qualities, yet she paints herself as faint and feeble flower incapable of handling disappointment.

The final statement of her whimpering rant is, “There is no room for dating in this place of grief. Dating means hope. I’ve lost that hope in seeing the words ‘President-elect Trump.’”

If Land eventually regains hope and jumps back into the dating pool, I predict she will be met with a cold, hard, smack to her noggin as she swan dives into a dry, empty hole in the ground. No man in his right mind would consider dating this wilting daisy who so proudly displays her dysfunction.