International Women’s Day
I want to see those pictures, Nicole!
As a matter of fact, I don’t even know if words can express IWD. Of course, having procrastinated so long to write about it, I’m almost sure that I can’t express it.
Let’s see what I can tell you, though. It was a ridiculously snowy day (alas, that meant only a couple of us were there from our group) and they put it to a vote whether we ought to march but it everybody who was there – and oh, my god, there were a lot more than I ever would have dreamed and I wonder how many there would have been on a warm, sunny day – was rarin’ to go! People came out to the sidewalk from restaurants to see us and cheer as we chanted, marched, tooted our whistes, danced and used our signs and banners as windshields until they became sails moving us around.
I just wanted to say that if you can, when it comes around again, you really should go. I’ve never gone to anything like the rally and it’s amazing to hear really good speakers and hear about some of the local sub-issues that fall under the heading of feminism. The fair was great and there were a lot of organizations that have amazing projects going on (which our group may very well tag into). And well, marching makes you feel good. Involved. In solidarity. Raising your voice. It’s simple but it’s really important.