Reporting From The Women’s March
The day after the Inaguration, the National Mall played host to another large assembly: The Women’s March on Washington. Now, even though I was in Washington at the time, I didn’t actually participate in this event. It’s not that I don’t believe in women’s rights (I do, in general), but I wasn’t SURE if I was INVITED. And, if I wasn’t invited, and the participants became angry, I knew I would be seriously outnumbered! I would say it would have been around 4 thousand to one! So, being this outnumbered, for safety’s sake I took a pass on the demonstration. (I’m a bit of a chicken, I know).
Anyway, the hotel I was staying at did, however, have many of the march participants lodging there. As I went for breakfast on Saturday morning, I passed an area where a number of women were preparing placards to display as they marched.
One woman, in particular, caught my eye. She was a rather zaftig lady of a certain age with rather unkempt gray hair, faded jeans, a plaid flannel shirt, running shoes, and a hint of a mustache. She was working on a placard. What did her placard say? It said, and I kid you not: “KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY BODY”! Now, I didn’t SAY anything of course, but, as I passed, I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit to myself: “OK lady! NO PROBLEM! I’m on board with that! No argument from me! HANDS OFF it is!”
So, ladies and gentlemen, from Washington, D.C., reporting on the Women’s March, over and out.
And, dear readers, if you are justifiably questioning my level of maturity right now, I will admit that, mentally, I am just a few generations removed from the Neanderthal Man. Or, as Rodney Dangerfield used to say: I’m the first in my family to walk upright!… Hopefully I’ll mature as I get older!