great premise, terrible carry-thru

God forgive me I'm about to use the word shrill: our main character is mostly seething with anger, and she points her rage easily at the males in her life, alternately questioning their masculinity (calling them pussy) or suspicious they are happy with their new elevated status. Consider that it's been ONE year of this dystopia and she hasn't been demoralized in the least, hasn't reconsidered any of her life choices other than political ones. She emotionally separates from her teenage son when he veers into the new political orthodoxy (as only a person who has never had a teenage son could do) and she barely gives her 11 yo twins a thought. She's having an affair but never has to deal with the fallout: incredibly, it is the wimpy husband (wimpy is an insult until it suits her) that discovers the affair, doesn't need/want details, and in the space of 30 mins, tells her to "save herself" and go with her new lover.

all the Trump derangement syndrome is here: the monster president, the evil religious right, the 'coming for the gays and blacks' next, the desire to dominate the world... It's a political brochure dressed up as a melodrama (that's an apt word b/c a la soap opera, all the people who we think have been sacrificed for the revolution are all here, and it's all fine, cause it turns out Everyone was in the resistance! hooray)
so much yuck.