I’m pretty sure that the 2020 election will be informally known as the Year of the Vagina, with the subheading “March of the Beavers.” It seems that anyone who can waggle their womanhood on national television in order to get ahead will do so to the snaps of an adoring media (that’s what passes for applause nowadays, because actual clapping is triggering), and if your giblets just happen to be a Cooter of Color, so much the better.