A Day Without Me

I’ve never been a “feminist”. I love when men open the door for me, call me “miss”, and offer to pay for things here and there. I don’t like to lift heavy things nor do I really want to be the one working on my car. I guess you could say I’m more of a traditionalist.

But when my boss sent out an email today saying that our company supports the Day Without A Woman strike, I couldn’t resist. But first, I had to check – “are we being punked? This will come out of vacation time, right?” I asked. My white, 60 year old bossman replied, “nope – comes out of administrative costs if you strike. Let me know”, I immediately started feeling the energy surge. Not necessarily because I feel like I am treated unfairly or that I am oppressed, but because the energy that has been building from all the bullshit over the past year has been hitting a nerve. That, and frankly, I was gutted when I didn’t participate in the #WomensMarch last January. When friends mentioned how inspired and uplifted they felt after attending, I was jealous. I want some of those feel-goods too!

To Participate or Not?

So does participation in such an event mean that you can’t enjoy men doing things for you (or that you have to be a woman at all?) Hell, I love cooking and cleaning the house and doing my boyfriend’s laundry (occasionally). I also love being able to grADWAW2ab a surfboard and paddle out to where the men are, or go to a beer pub and drink amongst the boys clubs, or travel solo… these are things that women of the past haven’t had the support to enjoy (mostly, because of social norms), and if we don’t keep pushing forward, we have a leader that will continue to strip women of those rights.

What is more badass about a lady than when she is intelligent, well-spoken, strong, and passionate? We need more of these ladies.

So here I am, the day before, prepping for the rally. What will I rally for?  For equality. For women to be taken seriously. For planned parenthood rights. For my health care. For the environment. For our future generations. It’s not just about being a feminist (at least to me it’s not). It’s about believing in something and making your voice heard. I work in government and have learned through many City Council meetings that the loudest voice gets heard, and those are the people that create change  (just like Trump). Usually the loudest voice isn’t the representative voice. So tomorrow, the voices will be loud. Luckily I have the capitol right down the street from my house (in Sacramento) but if you don’t, keep reading.

What You Can Do:

  • Visit the Womens March website and sign for support.
  • Google “who is my representative” and email them – email them anything! What do you want them to do? To support? What kind of world do you want to live in? Put pressure on them.
  • Wear red to show your solidarity.
  • Don’t make purchases (anywhere), to show the national economy the impact of a womans dollar (money talks).
  • Speak with your employer beforehand and strike to show what the company would be like if women weren’t around.
  • Print out one of these signs and post it in your window or car to show others in your community that you support women.
  • Read up on what the day means here.

Whatever it is that you believe in, stand up for it. Do something about it. Don’t be silent. because as my boss mentioned this morning “you can’t just assume someone else is going to do something about it. Don’t ignore this, or else it’s going to change and not in a good way.”

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