During the days immediately after the election, most of which I spent doomscrolling through social media on my phone in a kind of trance, my childhood best friend sent me a clip. Her caption was simple: "When people ask me why I don’t go to church anymore." I gave the wry chuckle of someone who knows a joke before it's told, and since my friend and I share a background steeped in religious fundamentalism, in a way, I did.