Last night our nation took its first step into an entirely new frontier as we officially nominated the first female presidential candidate. The nomination was not particularly surprising, as the rise of Hillary Clinton has been expected since the day her husband left office. But it didn’t make the event less historic, or lessen the meaning for the thousands of young women – like myself – who watched from home as a woman who was born before her gender had the right to vote pledged her state to Clinton.I myself will vote for her, not because she’s a woman, but because she represents ideals that I believe in, and I think she is our best hope for our nation’s security. And, as Andrew Sullivan so beautifully phrased it, “The only thing between him and us is her.”“Him” being the literal elephant in the room, Donald Trump, and the America that he stands for. A divisive, angry America, one that whips its members into a rage. One that has worked for eight years to apply pressure to the boiling pot that has become the new Republican base, until it is ready to explode, taking common sense and American values with it.Yesterday, hours before our nation made history, I was a casualty in one of these explosions as an older man I have never met before called me a cunt after hearing me say Hillary Clinton’s name. I was standing in line for a baked pretzel, speaking to an old college friend. He had asked me if I had watched Michelle Obama’s already famous speech at the Democratic Convention.