Peacefully Pissed

Peacefully Pissed

My lovely badasses. You did it. We did it. Yesterday we made history in the most cool, most peaceful, most organized, most pinkest way possible. We not only proved to ourselves that we could pull off the most attended march in history, but we proved it to the world. And the world witnessed. And marched. And the children witnessed and marched. And the men witnessed and marched. We marched peacefully and with love. But also with strength and tenacity and sacrifice and anger. Because we are pissed. SO PISSED. But how do we do pissed? With a million pink hats and not one arrest. We are badass peacefully pissed pussies.

 

But let me be honest. The idea of this march stressed me out. Like no sleeping, soul searching, nights of indecision. I wanted to go to D.C. That is what Courtney would do. Go to D.C. Be in the middle of it. Not miss out on history. So I booked a bus ticket. I bought my clear backpack. And then I stressed. Would the crowds be overwhelming? Would the 10 hours on the bus be too intense? Would something bad happen there? I’m sure many of you badass ladies felt this as well, but I was sure you didn’t. I thought you were all warriors who fearlessly knit your pussy hats and didn’t worry or think twice. And I felt like a wimp. And a loser. So I texted friends who weren’t going, just to feel better about myself. I texted friends who were going to push myself to go. My rockstar hubby was totally open to whatever I wanted to do. I decided to go.

My six year old daughter wasn’t ready to take on the crowds, but she donned her “Girls Can Change the World” shirt, kitty ears and made a sign all on her own. As she was carefully spelling out “Love Trumps Hate” on her little sign, she asked me, “Why do some people LIKE Trump? How can they like Trump when he is so bad?” There is nothing worse than having to explain racist, homophobic, small-minded people to a six year old. And it’s frightening to think that because he was elected, these people are the majority. But guess what? They’re not. All my daughter had to do was watch this incredible movement to see that we are strong and united and there are more of us than there are of them.

 

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In the end I actually didn’t go to D.C. I marched in NYC. Something else stopped me. And it wasn’t fear or nervousness or laziness. It was something small and insignificant compared to protesting the worst thing that’s happened in a long time. But I realized it was NOT small and insignificant to me.

Since my daughter was born, I have been lucky enough to be part of the best mommy group in the history of the world. No really. It is. These women have been my rock of motherhood. They are the most supportive, loving, truthful, non-judgmental group of badass lovelies and they are my heart. And of course quite a few of them were heading to D.C. And I was so proud of them! But one of them…one who I am very close to, was hosting a birthday party for her son. This woman is AMAZING. She has been there for me through thick or thin. She treats my children as her own. She is always there to help or cook or do an incredible art project. She makes girls nights super fun and is generally up for anything. In short, she has had my back for six years. As “theme obsessed” as me, she will talk details with me that no one else cares about. She is someone I can sweat both the small and the big stuff with. And not feel like an asshole. She makes me feel like the best mom in the world, even when I’m not. And that, my dear lovelies, is no small feat.

If I went to D.C., I would miss her son’s Star Wars birthday. Of course my husband could take the kids to the party. Of course it wouldn’t be the end of the world. But for me, it was something that mattered as much as putting that orange creepy tweeter in his place. Because to me, this march was not just about protesting the bad, but also about celebrating the good. This march was about having each other’s backs. And basically just showing up.

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I went to the party and celebrated this little man who has been in my life since he was born. And watched my dear friend put her heart and soul into something with approximately one million less attendees, but just as much love.

And then…I put on my pussy ears and pink boa and headed over to the NYC march. I attended with another dear friend I have known for over 20 years as well as a family that is so near and dear to our hearts. My husband took the kids home and held down the fort so I could march with hundreds of thousands of like-minded lovelies. And it was magical. And it was fulfilling. And I knew I had made the right decision.

(Crazy side story. I took two pictures of strangers at the NYC march. I spotted pink beard in the crowd and HAD to have a photograph with him. Turns out he is a VERY good friend of my step-sister. Come ON. Then I took a pic of a wonderful kid holding an equal rights poster, right in front of a puppet of Trump. He was on his father’s shoulders who is a friend of one of my oldest friends from Cleveland. You can’t make this stuff up. We are all so connected!)

 

Because it didn’t matter WHERE you marched or HOW you marched or IF you marched. What mattered is that as a country and as a world, and as women, we were ONE. We all felt it. I felt it from the marchers in D.C. I felt it from the marchers in every state in this country. I felt it from the marchers around the world. I felt it from the women who didn’t march and cheered us on as they took care of their children or saved lives or went to work. I felt it from every like, every post, every tweet. I felt it from the energy and magic on 5th Avenue in Manhattan when the women chanted “My Body, My Choice” and the men echoed with “Her Body, Her Choice.” We are one. We are organized. We are love. And we’re not going back. Thanks lovelies. It’s a feeling I will never forget.

Now let’s fight.

What am I going to do next? Well, I’ll probably have some wine in a sippy cup and do my crossword puzzle. But after that? I’m going to call my local rep and stop that joke of a woman, Betsy DeVos from becoming the Secretary of Education. Don’t know whom to call? Call 202-224-3121 and they will direct you to your reps.

Bottoms up!

4 Comments

  1. Lovejoy
    January 22, 2017 / 10:01 pm

    Love!

  2. Linda Rohler
    January 22, 2017 / 10:39 pm

    You rock my daughter!!! I am so proud of you and the millions who marched or supported the marches everywhere! Thank you for being a forum for so many women. Be happy be you.

  3. Marianne Ponton'
    January 22, 2017 / 11:43 pm

    Wow! Just cried on the bus ride one from an amazing dinner! I love you all so much! I feel like I marched in spirit as I did at for 2 children as their mother marched! This post is beyond special to me for a many reasons! I feel honored to be featured! Thank you! The 1 degree of separation to make the strangers friends is incredible! If Only Trump
    Could grasp this!!! Thanks for always being there for me!

  4. January 23, 2017 / 12:25 pm

    You truly ROCK, Courtney !!! Thank you from my heart, Soul Sister. for all that you share with the world. Leading with a Scepter rather than a Sword uplifts and rules every time. No matter what it “seems” ALL IS WELL. <3 Blessings abound.

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