I'm trying to imagine telling myself as a kid in the 90s, or even fifteen years ago: "You'll be dancing around on bridges dressed as a taco because the president is a rapist, and you and your costumed friends will be reporting more news than CBS to an audience of rush hour drivers. Some people will attack you for not wanting a pedophile president, and you'll need pepper spray and sometimes body cams. But at least you meet some really cool people too."