We stay pretty busy during the weekend, and if I didn’t rely on social media to share my silly little posts, I wouldn’t have noticed there was another Women’s March Jan. 20.
I’m not big on wandering around in a mass of people carrying a sign. That includes causes I support. Yet, getting out, wearing little matching costumes and chanting about injustice in something-or-other seems to be some people’s favorite pastime.
Hey, whatever turns you on, I say.
When I checked over the weekend adventures of the 2018 Women’s March, I actually leaned a couple of things from it. No, really.
• I learned the F-Bomb can be verb, noun, adjective, or adverb. It’s really very versatile, especially when you don’t have any other argument to contribute to an issue.
• I learned, deep down, everyone loves: A) Arts and Crafts, and B) the Color Pink. Honestly, I maybe own like, three pink things among my sea of black tees and jeans, but I don’t hate the color. It’s happy. There was a lot of pink yarn sold this weekend to a whole new generation or knitting enthusiasts. Good for them! Making things is fun!
• I learned gatherings need music. Speakers, no matter how “motivational” they are, always tend to rally mobs into an angry, warlike battle cry. This may be intended, but if you want a crowd to enjoy themselves, you need a live band. While booming speeches over a microphone can stir up a mob, a good, driving beat will make everyone shake that thing to more positive tone.
I suggest Kid Rock’s “Bawitdaba.” That puppy will get everyone movin'!
• I learned that, at least right now, we live in a country where we are so fortunate and so free, we can spew nasty indirect threats aimed at a sitting president in broad daylight — no matter how vile, profanity filled and mean-spirited these words may be — without the fear of being gunned down in the streets by soldiers, or imprisoned for speaking out against the government. I am thankful to be in a country these women were able to do this safely.
There are some women, today even, marching in other countries for the right to be acknowledged as a human being, to not have to cover their heads and faces lest men be moved to sexually abuse them, and to have their voices heard. Unlike here, many of them, and some good men who support them, are being arrested and killed for their desire for basic dignity.
• Finally, I learned I have the freedom as a woman to completely ignore these marches and go on about my life, knowing that I won’t be required to attend. No government-enforced two-minutes of hate are required to be an American citizen. No one is going to drag me out of my house and force me to go to protest, if I’d rather just binge watch Peaky Blinders or teach my daughter to ride a bike that day.
What about my daughters? I have two, one of them a teenager who I want to grow to be a proud, strong and successful woman. She’s already got her independence and stubbornness down to a fine art,
This is what we did over the Women’s March weekends. Last year, we toured a historic B-17 Bomber, and met some veterans, men and women, from various wars. We leaned about the history of women in aviation, and briefly talked to an amazing woman who was a “riveter” during World War II. While some women marchers were holding up signs of “Rosie The Riveter,” my girls actually met one.
This year, we spent the weekend praying for positive medical results for my father, who served in the military, who spent more than 50 years in education helping children on the Mexican-American border gain a better way of life through completing school, who struggled financially to help put his own children through college, and who never waivered in his Christian faith. If he did, he never let us know.
I saw a photo of one march participant with a sign this year saying “Old White Men” should die. I hope she knows many did, along with many men and women of all ethnicities, just so she can show her ingratitude with vulgar sign and genital-shaped headwear. Sorry, but my father, an “Old White Man,” has done more to deserve my time than any of the women marching this weekend ever have.
In this country, we have the right to assemble, and these women have every right to, thanks to the men and women who have served their country in the military, and those who helped fight for women’s suffrage at a time when women really didn’t have the rights we deserve.
If I had to just chose one thing the Women’s March has taught me, is that I am thankful to live in a country where we can take to the streets and peacefully protest, even when there is not much to protest at all.