Republicans on the Senate Judiciary Committee Had a Great Time Laughing Together After the Ford Kavanaugh Hearing

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Good morning, and also good evening, because I’m guessing that, like me, you maybe haven’t slept much for the past two days! In case you missed it, here’s a video of Republican members of the Senate Judiciary Committee laughing and congratulating themselves for taking a bold stance against a sexual assault victim during Thursday’s hellish hearing:

Sen. Lindsey Graham looks especially pleased with himself:


As I said yesterday: Fuck you.

Prachi Gupta is a senior reporter at Jezebel.

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I want to call Graham’s office even though I’m not a constituent and tell him what MY night was like last night.

After the hearing, Mr. Yacht and I were going to go to a comedy club to see a show performed entirely by women, many of the proceeds going to RAINN. I put on makeup, hoping I would feel more human. When we were about to go in, I froze. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t even speak. And then I broke down, sobbing, telling him I couldn’t go in there and laugh and act like I hadn’t just had my heart ripped out. So we went home, where Mr. Yacht ordered pizza (salad for me because I didn’t want to eat something heavy), and we played a Jurassic Park board game that he designed in 4th grade. Then we sat on the couch with tea and I tried to read, but I couldn’t focus. I went to bed early, and despite the back rub he gave me, my entire body hurt. Once I finally did fall asleep, I had a nightmare that I hadn’t had since just after the rape. This morning, I was supposed to go work my part time fun job at a cosmetics store that rhymes with Endora and instead I had to call in and tell them I had a migraine when really I just couldn’t bring myself to go pretend to care about people.

And you know what’s even worse than all that? I started to doubt what happened to me. Suddenly, twenty years later, I’m having trouble remembering if it was really oral sex he made me perform or if it was just him pinning me against a wall and forcing my hand down his pants. I have never had this happen before yesterday. And poor Mr. Yacht doesn’t know how to help me. I don’t even know how to help me. I knew yesterday would be bad but I didn’t know how bad.

So yes, I’d like to call Lindsey’s office and tell him that while he was busy laughing with his friends, I was having flashbacks to the worst day of my life. Not that he would care, as he has no heart.