Even then, I knew that Hillary Clinton was an imperfect candidate in many ways, and I was worried about the Bill-shaped baggage she would bring to the presidency. But I can’t deny that I was excited to bring my 3-year-old to vote with me that November; a woman leading the country would have been an undeniably powerful vision for a little girl. Those feelings of pride and aspiration rose again during the hot brat summer of 2024, and we all know how that went.