I don’t cry very often. You don’t get very far on Wall Street, where I spent my career before Ellevest, as a crier. But there’s just something about Supreme Court nominations that brings out the waterworks in me.

During Brett Kavanaugh’s hearing, listening to Christine Blasey Ford give her testimony about him, I remember sitting in the Chicago airport, between flights, and watching it on my phone. I cried. I watched other women bear witness … and also cry.

The tissues came out again last week for Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson’s Senate confirmation hearings. The proceedings seesawed between infuriating exchanges and heart-swelling moments of clarity — each one more riveting than the next.