After I talked to the boys, I went to my office and saw this:
Now I am at home and I am watching our frying pan. I think it voted for Trump and is now trying to poison us. I am actually pretty sure it does. It also might be trying to oppress Helga and trick her into making me sandwiches (and possibly even guacamole). There just is something about it that is not quite right. I also suspect that our fridge is not a feminist, but I'll deal with it after I am done with the frying pan.
The world isn't a simple place these days. Stay vigilant, people.