That said, I felt an unexpected swell of affection for D.C. as I marched with half a million enlightened men and women this past Saturday to stand up against Donald Trump and his terrifying policies to further marginalize women, people of color, immigrants, the LGBTQIA community, and frankly, anyone who doesn't look like him and his evil, doughy cohorts.
I don't like crowds. I don't like cold drizzly weather. I don't like D.C. And I don't even like standing. But from the moment I heard a march was happening, I knew I would be there. And with every word out of Trump's mouth and Twitter following the election, I was more and more determined to be there, and I'm so glad I did it.
If you have FOMO about it, I'm not going to lie to you -- you should. It was uplifting, empowering, invigorating, and inspiring. Not a single arrest occurred among the 2.8 million people who showed up AROUND THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD to march in solidarity. As someone who has previously been aware of politics but admittedly only mildly engaged, I am newly motivated to continue fighting for the issues in which I believe.
And to the sad, weak little Trump-supporting men trolling me on Facebook and Instagram, you give me heartburn, but keep it coming -- it's a regular reminder of the fact that this movement IS WORKING. And besides, I have plenty of Pepcid. I'm happy to see you're so threatened by our strong, beautiful voices that you're willing to attack a stranger through the safety of your computer screens. I enjoy schooling you on your hypocrisy and ignorance. COME AT ME BROS.
I have millions of male, female, and trans feminists of all ages, colors, and sexual orientations at my back, and in all the travels Jen and I have done, I have never felt more like a citizen of the world.
With that said, please now enjoy the photos I took this weekend, and come back tomorrow to read about Jen's experience!
P.S. Here's what's next.