Just a very quick thought about something I did (and didn’t) do over the weekend. What I did do was attend Madison’s very own version of the Women’s March. Perhaps you’ve heard about the gigantic march on Washington that happened on Saturday. You may have heard, too, that DC wasn’t the only town where it took place. Several other cities around the country and even around the world held their own Women’s Marches, including right here in Madison, where an estimated 75,000-100,000 folks braved a little bit of drizzle to show defiance against He Who Must… well, you know who I’m talking about.
While I’ll talk up my experiences in an upcoming post about the march (which you can read about here if you can’t wait), I wanted to opine about what I should have done on Saturday: I should’ve taken a selfie. I say this because this afternoon on social media, I saw one of the local publications (I won’t say who) put out for photos from Saturday. I read the word “photos” and thought to myself, “Wow! This’ll be cool, because (A) I was there on Saturday, and (B) I took lots and lots of photos” (I had my souped-up camera out and everything).
But that’s when I read the rest of the request… which asked those who were at the march to send any selfies. And then my heart sunk a little bit. That’s because I didn’t take any selfies. I think it’s because when I’m at a ginormous gathering such as this (and the crowd was indeed ginormous), I usually point my camera at everything else instead of me, in part to capture as much of the moment as I can.
But there’s another contributing factor to that: I didn’t dress up as Allison on Saturday. Sure, it would’ve been a thrill to do so, but it was the gravity of the event and the somewhat drizzly conditions (and lack of a poncho) that led me to think, yeah, I should definitely go in male mode.
But actually, there was one other reason that made me glad I didn’t dress up: Someone I know at work was in attendance. How do I know this? By sheer chance, we walked past each other. And she recognized me. And she said, “Hi there!” It warmed my heart a little bit knowing someone I know professionally was there. It also made me feel a bit relieved, because… well, I’m still not comfortable letting anyone I know that I dress up as a woman, and I’m not too keen to let my professional life and my secret feminine side intersect.