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Today is day two of the resistance. Somehow I will find time to stand up for truth and equality every single day. Some days I might mail a postcard. Other days I’ll pick up the phone. At night and on the weekends I will research and scheme. Some days I might just exchange a knowing glance with a stranger on the street.
On Friday night I gathered at a friend’s house to make posters for the Boston Women’s March. Moms, dads, daughters, and sons got creative. We quietly crafted our messages, preparing to show the city (and the world) that we stand for equality, education, inclusiveness, the environment. Yes, we are mad and we’re going to fight. Constructively, relentlessly, together.
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“You Ruth Bader Believe I’m Mad”
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“Women’s Rights are Human Rights”
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“NOPE Not My President”
Being a writer, I knew I needed a smart sign. Being a mom and a freelancer, I knew it was possible something could come up to foil my plans to attend the poster party Friday night. So on Wednesday morning I played with words, got busy on PhotoShop, and uploaded my file to be printed and mounted for pickup on Friday. I’m proud of my design and provocative but intelligent message. I’m going to hang it on the wall, high above my desk as a reminder of the beautiful day and the work to be done.
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“You Piqued the Wrong Pussy”
It’s the most liked photo on my @StyleCarrot Instagram account.
Since we live within walking distance from the Boston Common, I invited anyone who wanted to get into the city early to meet at our place on Saturday morning pre-march. Friends from the neighborhood came too, with kids, pets, and husbands. My husband, who comes from a long line of progressive thinkers and Planned Parenthood supporters, marched too. Handmade pussy hats compliments of my friend Marcie, who has been knitting and sewing for weeks with her daughter.
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Me and a friend, who borrowed my husband’s sign. We went back out after lunch and hopped on to the very end of the march, which concluded with an impromptu dance party on the Common.
SHOW US WHAT DEMOCRACY LOOKS LIKE
THIS IS WHAT DEMOCRACY LOOKS LIKE
Boston Women’s March, January 21, 2017
I didn’t take as many photos as I would have liked because I also really wanted to be in the moment, enjoying the sounds of peace, the energy of unity, and the sun on my face, on this spectacular, glorious day in the place I’ve come to call home.
Favorite signs from my day at the Boston Women’s March:
“I know signs. I make the best signs. They’re terrific. Everyone agrees.”
“Beware: We are syncing our periods.”
“This Pussy Bites”
“The is very bad” / “Free Melania”
“It’s just powder room talk.” / “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
“That dream for all children, all ethnicities, all genders, for all time.”
“Alt+Right+Delete”
“Ovaries before brovaries. Uteruses before duderuses.”
“Outraged”
“Call Congress To Complain”
“Be a slut. Do whateva you want.”
“Sex workers’ rights are human rights.”
“Stop the war on women.”
“Knock knock. Who’s there? The American people. The American people who? The American people who want freedom, diversity, free press, healthcare, justice for all.”
“This march is YUGE.”
“I prefer my presidents to be grammatically & politically correct.”
“The future is female.”
“Don’t look away.”
“Keep calm and carry on? No thinks. I’d rather raise hell & change the world.”
“The weapon we have is love.”
“Hands off my pussy or there will be hell toupee.”
“Hillary got more votes.”
Now let’s get back to work.