Panoply.

The following podcast contains explicit language.

You know that night last November 2016 that night when it felt like the earth

had shifted under your feet that night Nona was working she's an editor for

an online magazine and for her going to a guy's apartment for sex that night,

it wasn't her plan.

I know I was wearing some really dirty jeans and not cute underwear. I don't remember what I was wearing on the top, but it was not the type of outfit I would feel sexy in my hair was greasy I had no makeup on and I had this

impending sense of dread just like everybody else and then around midnight it was clear that the piece she was

going to be writing was about Donald Trump winning the election. So I had to write

something along the lines of never underestimate how much America hates women.

So while she was writing about the unfathomable depths of misogyny in America,

her cell phone was blown up.

This entire time I was getting texts from every which way,

not only from my friends, but from all levels of romantic partners.

I was talking to a guy who I'd never even met from an app,

from Bumble, who suggested end of the world sex.

Now I personally, I don't think I've ever had end of the world sex,

but I end up talking about it on dates a lot.

I like to ask a guy, how did you spend election night?

And sometimes they'll give me a proud look and say,

you know, there was this girl I was seen,

we had end to the world sex,

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