Week 244- getting angry and using it...

This has been the most fearful and yet empowering few days to be a woman.

We now have a hateful, dangerous misogynist in the most powerful position in the world. He has no respect for women, he has made that clear through the flippant way he talks about his own daughter, how he views women as pieces of meat; commodities for his own pleasure.

He’s stupid, careless and arrogant.

And that makes him the most dangerous man in the world.

He has the capacity to change the world for the absolute worst, and has already started to do so.

What will this mean for women in the US? What does it mean for women all over the world? For our daughters; our daughter’s daughters? Have his sexist views and judgements given other people a licence to take advantage, to be hurtful, to change the course of development and take us back to the 50s? 

Has he legitimised hate and misogyny?

I feel angry.

Overwhelmingly angry in a way I have never done in all my adult life.

But that anger can also be used as a force to be reckoned with.

And that is what happened this weekend.

All over the world.

Women came together to say they are not going to take this shit.

That only they will make decisions about their own bodies.

That they are angry, furious, and are united in that anger.

This isn’t to the exclusion of men, far from it.

This is about uniting and collectively saying that this isn’t the world we want to grow old in, this isn’t the world we want our sons and daughters to inherit.

That something isn’t right just because you are told it is by an orange man in a toupee who has no experience in politics, but will be making life-changing decisions on our behalf.

Well no.

No fucking thank you.

On behalf of our grandmothers and great-grandmothers we say no.