Today, I finished the hat. Did the knitting, did the sewing, and called it done. Wound up the wool, and found that have more than enough to do a second one. I guess that’s going to make it easier to fulfil EK’s request, hee hee (that is, if she’s happy with the pink <3).
I noted a Facebook friend comment that the March yesterday didn’t represent ‘everyone’, for our information, and that she didn’t feel oppressed at all. Of course she doesn’t — she’s white, cishet, Christian, solidly middle class or higher. I was bemused that I was liking comments from someone I didn’t like in high school who was gently pointing out the ‘Good for you, but this was for those who aren’t so lucky’. I mean, shizz, I’m pretty darn privileged too, but that doesn’t change the fact that I have to think twice about something a man would say without thinking. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m expected to be eye candy, nor does the counter-argument that men are expected to be such as well dent the importance of the march, and of feminism. Or maybe it’s that I’m just oppressed enough to understand why it’s important, or. Who knows. I guess the point is that I get it, it took awhile, but I get it, and I can hope others do too in time.
I guess that’s about it for the moment.