Like millions of other people, I went marching yesterday, in New York City with my girl and a friend and the friend's daughter who is also my girl's friend. It was an amazing day. Calm, vibrant, focused, irascible, human. I'm so glad we went.
|I was wearing my vintage "Save the NEA" button, from back in the 90s (I think), so I was pleased to see a "Save the NEA" sign.|
|Once we finally got out of Dag Hammarskjold Plaza, and started shuffling along Second Avenue, the sun came out. There were people filling the street as far as the eye could see.|
|66 Countries Are Doing This Today|
Donald You Ignorant Slut!
|Fallopian Dude. There were a lot of men. One nice chant was a call and response: "Our bodies, our choice" (by the women) followed by "Their bodies, their choice" (by the men).|
|I Am Now "Your" Boss DJT. Build Bridges...Not Walls!|
|Immigrants, We Get The Job Done! (This was far from the only Hamilton-riffing sign.)|
|Impeach And Convict|
We Sing For LGBT Rights
(Alas, the Cabaret Singers were not actually singing.)
|Melania, You Can Still Escape|
(There was also a "Melania, Poison Him" and a "Tiffany: Blink If You're Okay")
|This Pussy Grabs Back|
There were A LOT of pussy signs.
|Roses Are Red & Violets Are Blue...|
Trump Can't Choose What My Pussy Can Do.
|Seven Sisters Representing with Nasty Barnard Women. My 13 year old was wearing her Wellesley sweatshirt and was amused by an older woman who asked her if she was a student there.|
|Truck Fump. This dude was just standing on the sidewalk, all dressed up like he was going to a funeral.|
And now, after today's day of rest, tomorrow we RISE UP.