For someone who hasn’t cared about electoral politics in years, Jacinda Ardern’s resignation hit me weirdly hard.
A complex melancholy has settled in my calcified little heart in a way no other political news has since I had the hope punched out of me in December 2019.
I’m beginning to suspect I failed to give Ardern the respect she deserved, due solely to generational cynicism, just as a wave of worldwide misogyny threatens to wipe clean the slate of 50 years' worth of women's achievements.