Rocking A Pink Pussy Hat On January 21

Rocking A Pink Pussy Hat On January 21
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Superhero kid wearing boxing gloves against blue sky background. Girl power and feminism concept
Superhero kid wearing boxing gloves against blue sky background. Girl power and feminism concept

Why are we wearing pink hats next Saturday? Is there a point? Is it a gimmick or is it meaningful?

Aren't those the questions that you're asking yourself?

Isn't that the most important one?

Is it meaningful? Will it matter?

I don't want to go. I hate crowds. I feel vulnerable. I feel inconsequential. It's hard for me to understand how one person, in this type of demonstration makes a difference.

And just saying, pink is a terrible color for me.

I'm going. I'm going for my three smart, beautiful, bright and fairly well adjusted daughters. I'm going for my brilliant granddaughter.

Because it does matter that they know, without a shadow of a doubt, that we are here for them. That they are here for each other. That this is a moment in time where every single person matters.

Like every single vote mattered. And just like every single vote will matter in 2018 and in 2020.

There are those three reasons that I am going, my daughters and one even bigger reason, my granddaughter who's too little to know that we've come too far to be grabbed anywhere, much less the place where arguably, we are most identified as women.

Grab me where? You have got to be kidding. I don't advise you trying it.

Grab my daughters where? Over all my discomfort about going, which is different than my dead body, you will not be grabbing my daughters by their pussys.

Grab my granddaughter where? My hope for her, which I actively work towards every day of my life, is that this is a distant and very unfond memory of 2016. That she can say, when she is 12, 14, 16, 20, 35, that January 20 was a dark day in history and January 21 was a light one- lit up by the women who came before her- with their pink pussy hats on.

So I can't stand crowds. Or pink.

Or meaningless gestures.

And I will be marching on Sunday. In support of my daughters, my granddaughter and every other woman who is not even born yet.

We will state, unequivocally that we will not be grabbed anywhere. That we have each other's backs, fronts and yes, pussys.

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