Prachi Gupta, Cosmopolitan – July 21, 2016
As a writer for a women’s website, I’ve been on an explicit mission to meet young women at the Republican National Convention this week — a task that sounds simple but was surprisingly, disappointingly difficult. After Tiffany Trump’s speech Tuesday night, I walked in circles around the drab beige halls of the Quicken Loans Arena, hunting for young women to interview. But after two hours passed, I began to feel less like a reporter and more like a desperate pick-up artist on the prowl. I waited outside the women’s bathroom, eyeing up women who looked my age, and tried to approach females who were alone or idle. I perfected my “pick-up line,” so to speak: “Hi, I’m a reporter interested in talking to young Republican women about the election. Would you be willing to talk to me?” I even cornered older women, practically crying, “Help me find the Youngs!” One woman I interviewed, a delegate from Texas, actually laughed and wished me luck finding anyone who was not a 50-year-old man. Young women at the RNC, it felt, were an endangered species.
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