Suck it up, Buttercup

Sometimes, things don’t go your way.

Sucks, doesn’t it?

You know what didn’t go my way this election season?  The primaries.  The last two people who I thought should run for President were the final two standing.  I remember standing in my living room when it all began going “There is no way Donald Trump OR Hillary Clinton will win their primaries.”

I remember watching the parties whittle down their candidates and still telling my husband “There is simply no way those two will be the last ones standing.”  And suddenly, they were.

Here’s the thing, I’m an educated white woman who, for the first ten years of my life, grew up in a poor family.  Then, my dad’s company took off and we were no longer poor.  We were comfortable.  We were not rich.  But we were able to buy new clothes instead of waiting for hand me downs.  We started buying name brand food instead of the off brand.  My mom got a new car for the first time in her life, instead of something used that was in such bad condition it didn’t start half the time.

I remember when I lost my first beauty pageant.  I was in 6th grade.  Now, to be honest, I wasn’t in a TON of pageants anyway, but I won the only pageant I entered when I was four.  Then when I was five, I won a school pageant.  The following year, I won another school pageant.  I couldn’t compete the next two years (because I couldn’t win the same pageant twice), but the year after that, I won again.  So in 6th grade, I tried to win the Miss Middle School pageant.  I came in third.

I was sad.  I was devastated.  I was not the prettiest girl in the pageant according to the judges and that HURT.  My mom was also sad.  She kept saying “They were wrong, you were the prettiest one.”  So did her best friend and a few other people, mostly family, we knew who came to watch me.  My dad, however, told mom to stop.  Then he looked at me and he said:

Suck it up, Buttercup.

From that point on, when I thought something was unfair or unjust, my dad would say “Suck it up, Buttercup.  Just because you don’t get what you want, it doesn’t mean the person who got it didn’t deserve it.”  And he was right.

When I stood at the polling booth on Tuesday, I was literally sick to my stomach.  I made my choices.  Did I mention I have always been a Republican?  But going into the election, I told my husband that I didn’t think I could vote for Donald Trump.  But just because I wasn’t with him, it did not mean I was with her.  So I closed my eyes and I marked Trump, even though I did not want to.  I chose my responses for the next three categories and I went to that last screen to review my ballot.

And I stood there, staring at it.  Thinking to myself “Can I go through with this?  Can I pick him?  I’m a mother of two beautiful girls.  Is this what I want for them?”

So instead of clicking “Record Ballot Now” I chose to edit my responses.  I went back and thought to myself, “I can’t vote for him.  I can’t vote for her.  I’m voting for someone else.”

I voted for Gary Johnson.  I didn’t believe in him either, I knew he wouldn’t win, but I knew if he got 5% of the vote, the Liberation party would get federal campaign funding, which would maybe allow them to put forth a viable candidate in 2020.  And then I recorded my ballot.  At that point, I knew Hillary would win anyway, so it didn’t matter.  I was wrong.

Now, people are angry.  I get it.  I was distraught when Mitt Romney lost because I thought he was a good man and he would do a good job.  But you know what I did?

I sucked it up, Buttercup.

So let’s stop protesting in non-peaceful ways.  Let’s stop calling Trump voters, many of whom weren’t voting FOR him, but were voting AGAINST her, racists and bigots and sexists.  Let’s just accept that America voted.  Let’s see what he can do.

Suck it up, Buttercup.


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