I woke up before sunrise to hop onto the train and meet a friend in the Gare du Nord for one of the most important events during my time in TAPIF: the Women’s March on Paris.
Ag brought me to her friends’ studio, and that angry feminist bonding time was exactly what I needed from life. (Let’s be honest, when am I not down to be in a room full of angry feminists?) We had a poster-making session, though I didn’t participate because I’d already cut up a box of rice to make a pocket-sized protest sign, contrary to Madeline’s hilarious albeit slightly illegal suggestion of, “Just take a man’s cut-off head.”
A lot more people showed up for this protest than the Paris Against Trump one; Huffington Post said there were over 7,000 of us—dogs, babies in strollers, kids, teens, and adults. The march featured chants such as: “Tell me what democracy looks like! / This is what democracy looks like!”
“My body! / My choice!”
“They go low! / We go high!”
“Sol, sol, solidarité! Avec les femmes! Du monde entier!”
There were also some great signs, and some highlights included “A woman is somebody, not some body,” “No! I will not shut up!” a hat sporting a wig, and some incredibly detailed uteri.
The widespread feeling of solidarity and hope helped a lot, too, because after what happened in December, I’ve never felt more lost. Although, I will confess that I nearly started crying at one point, because the sight of three boys who couldn’t have been older than 10 enthusiastically starting the chant “Solidarité avec les femmes du monde entier” broke my heart–people so young shouldn’t have to be protesting, in Adrian’s words, this “watery, tasteless orange juice” of a man at all.
Anyways, to end on a more positive note, shouting “Hey hey, ho ho, the patriarchy has got to go” in front of the Eiffel Tower is basically all my French nerd and salty feminist self ever needed from life.