I didn’t march the day after Donald Trump’s inauguration,
but millions of other women did.
That was cool.
I took great comfort and inspiration from their peaceful
demonstrations of strength and courage, and saw their actions not as merely
protesting the fact that Trump is our president, but communicating that
it is not acceptable for any man, let alone the President of the United States,
to say he can grab any woman’s crotch any time he wants. Period.
And to those who say Trump’s words were just “locker room”
talk from more than a decade ago, I say I am still waiting for him to
officially declare them as such in a sincerely apologetic manner that assures all women he
does not fundamentally believe our greatest value to society is as sexual
playthings. Unless, of course, we’re not attractive enough to be.
To those who say we should laugh those words off, just as
men would laugh it off if Hillary bragged that she could grab the crotch of any
man she chooses, I say that is not an apt comparison, and there can be no apt
comparison. I don’t believe men can ever truly understand what it feels
like to share half the earth with humans who are consistently bigger, stronger
and can often do whatever they want with our bodies.
And even if you take all fear of sexual assault out of the
equation, you can’t tell me that a man who believes he can grab my crotch without
my permission also believes that what I think, feel or say is important, let
alone anywhere near as important as what he thinks, feels or says.
And, lastly, to those who say that the women marching were
just upset that a woman was not elected president, I say we don’t need a woman
to be president. We just need a president who respects women.
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