Today is an historic day.  Millions of women (and men standing with women) will attend the March on Washington and thousands of other gatherings around the world.  It's expected to be at least 5 times the numbers attending the inauguration of Trump.

One of the aspects that heartens me the most is the extent to which people are shedding complacency, being brave and standing up to be heard.  It is unprecedented in my lifetime.  We learned that we live in a bubble and my own friend group, facebook feed and immediate culture serve as an echo chamber that I love and need to hold me up.  Yesterday and today, I've seen people on street corners with signs, photos of gathering around the world, collectives of people gathering together to say we're in this together and we will not tolerate hate.   My own friend group is writing and posting notes about why they are marching and I'm sharing and gathering.

Me?  I'm marching because a man was elected to be the President of the United States even though he was recorded saying: “I moved on her, and I failed. I'll admit it. I did try and fuck her, she was married. I moved on her like a bitch. I couldn't get there and she was married. Then all-of-a-sudden I see her, she's now got the big phony tits and everything. I just start kissing them. It's like a magnet. Just kiss. I don't even wait. And when you're a star they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything.”

I'm going to gather my first degree friends comments here.