I’d like to take the time to remember all the friends I’ve lost during this campaign season. The ones who no longer want to converse with me. Because, I obviously support someone other than their candidate.

• The one who heard me say I liked a funny thing Jimmy Fallon did and labeled me a HILLARY supporter.
• The one who heard me say I liked a funny thing Jimmy Fallon did and labeled me a TRUMP supporter.
• The one who heard me say I liked something Bernie Sanders said and labeled me a HILLARY supporter.
• The one who, when I made a joke about deleting my emails—not connected to any famous email deletion event—thought it was funny and labeled me a TRUMP supporter.
• The one who, when I made a joke about deleting my emails—not connected to any famous email deletion event—thought it wasn’t funny and labeled me a HILLARY supporter.
• The one who when I said something about how my dad is a “hard working business owner who works harder than anyone I know and has never asked for a handout” thought I was talking like a republican and labeled me a TRUMP supporter.
• The one who, when I made a joke about my own not-a-jock-at-all-and-wishing-I-was-never-in-a-locker-room-to-begin-with locker room talk labeled me a HILLARY supporter. And a baby killer.
• The one who—when I referred to Trump’s “2 (two) Corinthians” comment as not a big deal and remarked I’ve heard some of my favorite theologians say that many times—labeled me a TRUMP supporter.
• The one who, when I liked a post someone else made on Facebook because it was thoughtful labeled me a HILLARY supporter.
• The one who saw I was friends with someone else on Facebook and labeled me a TRUMP supporter.
• The one who—when I said I loved it when Bill Clinton played music on The Arsenio Hall Show in 1992—labeled me a HILLARY supporter.
• The one who thought being a Christian made me a TRUMP supporter.
• The one who when I said, “Dear, Lord. Being a Christian does not make me a TRUMP supporter or a republican for that matter,” thought I was taking sides and labeled me a HILLARY supporter.
• The one who when I covered a political song in a coffee shop labeled me a TRUMP supporter.
• The one who saw my daughter’s posts about Hillary and labeled me a HILLARY supporter.
• The one who knows I’m pro-life so they labeled me a TRUMP supporter.
• The one who—when I said I understood a certain act of protest—labeled me a HILLARY supporter.
• The one who heard me say way early in the campaign and before the primaries heard me say that I was “undecided but loved some things Bernie was saying” and labeled me a SOCIALIST.
• The one who when I made a comment about valuing human life assumed I meant I was talking about abortion and labeled me a TRUMP supporter but then later found out I meant all human life including immigrants and moms on welfare and labeled me a HILLARY supporter.
• The one who when I made a comment about valuing women thought I was making a comment about TRUMP and labeled me a HILLARY supporter.
• The one who heard me say I liked an SNL sketch and labeled me a HILLARY supporter.