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Women's March (MN) Sign-Making
Jan. 14th, 2017 05:02 pmI happened to see that the Women's March (MN) had a sign-making event today from 2 pm - 4 pm at the Black Dog in Saint Paul. I know the Black Dog really well, since it's the place that my Women of Wednesday used to meet on a regular basis. We stopped going there when they remodeled and switched their format to be more of a bistro.
At any rate, I thought it would be a nice reason to get out of the house. As I said in my previous post, we've been cooped up thanks to the stomach flu plague, so I haven't really socialized with anyone for about a WEEK.
I got there about ten minutes to 2 pm and was able to find parking on the street. I'd considered going via light rail, but decided to drive since I had a few groceries I needed to pick up on the way home.
I could tell by the poster board and boxes of supplies in their arms that a lot of the women I saw as I walked toward the Black Dog were headed to the same event. I had checked in on the Facebook page and the organizers said there would be plenty of supplies, so I didn't bring any of my own. There were TONS, because not only did the organizers buy a lot, but also other people had also brought enough to share. I grabbed a latte, some markers, and poster board, and passed a pleasant couple of hours in the company of other mostly middle-aged, mostly-white women (and their children) gluing, glittering, and drawing.
Was it political activism or was it a "CRAFTER-noon"?
I'm going with: Yes.
I kind of don't see why it can't be both. We're going to need every body in this fight.--and some of us like glitter Plus, I keep thinking of my friend who, very recently, considered suicide in the face of losing Obamacare. They are an artist, and they might have felt very comforted in such a positive, friendly, decidedly female space. It would have been a chance for them to DO SOMETHING other than despair. It was easy, the room was filled with sunshine and glitter dust, and it was SAFE.
Did I change the world today? No, but I did more than NOTHING and I met people who were like-minded, who want a better world than what we have, and with whom I could spend a couple of pleasant hours, chatting and squeaking away with our fat, Crayola markers on poster board.
Next up? Stand up, Fight back!
At any rate, I thought it would be a nice reason to get out of the house. As I said in my previous post, we've been cooped up thanks to the stomach flu plague, so I haven't really socialized with anyone for about a WEEK.
I got there about ten minutes to 2 pm and was able to find parking on the street. I'd considered going via light rail, but decided to drive since I had a few groceries I needed to pick up on the way home.
I could tell by the poster board and boxes of supplies in their arms that a lot of the women I saw as I walked toward the Black Dog were headed to the same event. I had checked in on the Facebook page and the organizers said there would be plenty of supplies, so I didn't bring any of my own. There were TONS, because not only did the organizers buy a lot, but also other people had also brought enough to share. I grabbed a latte, some markers, and poster board, and passed a pleasant couple of hours in the company of other mostly middle-aged, mostly-white women (and their children) gluing, glittering, and drawing.
Was it political activism or was it a "CRAFTER-noon"?
I'm going with: Yes.
I kind of don't see why it can't be both. We're going to need every body in this fight.--and some of us like glitter Plus, I keep thinking of my friend who, very recently, considered suicide in the face of losing Obamacare. They are an artist, and they might have felt very comforted in such a positive, friendly, decidedly female space. It would have been a chance for them to DO SOMETHING other than despair. It was easy, the room was filled with sunshine and glitter dust, and it was SAFE.
Did I change the world today? No, but I did more than NOTHING and I met people who were like-minded, who want a better world than what we have, and with whom I could spend a couple of pleasant hours, chatting and squeaking away with our fat, Crayola markers on poster board.
Next up? Stand up, Fight back!
