Leave the Pussy Hats at Home!

Your civil rights are at stake and you show up wearing a knitted pink with ears to make your case.

Are you fucking kidding me?

All of this effort that women are putting in, all this time, all this passion and from a distance it’s going to look like some kind of insane Halloween parade… and may well be taken the same way by all of those who are not wearing silly hats.

I am appalled that this is catching on, horrified actually. And I don’t think I’m overreacting. The Women’s March is not supposed to be fun; this is not about fun; this is serious business, lives are at stake, freedoms are at stake. Take the time to show up looking like a force to contend with, not as if you are going to a child’s birthday party.

All this is doing is legitimizing a word, pussy, a word that doesn’t belong in a serious conversation, unless it’s about obscenities and sexual harassment or the history of sex and language. This is like pointing arrow at yourself and saying, “Yes I identify as a pussy.” Is that really the message you want to get across? I had been thinking it would be something more like I’m a grown woman.

Think it over.