On a muggy afternoon in Columbus, Ohio, earlier, I met Zoe, a 20-year-old college student sitting outside a bustling cafe near campus, flipping through a thick stack of textbooks. She wore a faded “Roe, Roe, Roe Your Vote” T-shirt, her curly hair pulled back into a messy bun, with a hint of exhaustion in her eyes. She was juggling a full course load and a part-time job to pay tuition. Her voice cracked with frustration as we spoke. “It’s terrifying,” she said, clutching a notebook covered in feminist slogans. “It’s not just about abortion anymore. It’s everything—contraception, basic healthcare, everything that helps us plan our futures. How can we even think about getting ahead if we can’t control what happens to our own bodies? It feels like they’re trying to take away the tools we need to survive, let alone succeed.”