Quelle surprise! We emerged blinking slightly into the sunshine while stormclouds threatened over the further reaches of the east village, pulled the belt on our trench coat tighter and then heard it – rhythmic chanting – A Protest!
To protect our vulnerable still slightly open wound, we closed the top button carefully on the trench and iTouch at the ready headed towards the march. (we Did used to be an intrepid Reporter in London and the instinct for a Story is hard-wired, darlings.)
The future of feminism feels bright! Such glorious young women (and some admirable men) taking to the streets to protest against rape.
And there were several groups who shouted their support of women across the world in repressive regimes.
Brought a tear to our eyes.
The right to protest.
The gnawing desire to stand up and be counted.
We’ve been thinking a Lot about that recently. In our Youth, we participated far more. With great fervour/fervor/passion. And the time will come when we do again – in a clever way – from Inside the Corridors of Power. Because – from time to time – we Walk There and Know People.
But first we get well.
And one way of doing that is to sit and talk and eat and plot with Friends. Like we did today, at brunch with the Chaps, in the East Village.
You know, darlings, it’s not just team gloria who is changing. The World as we know it is most definitely changing.
And there are storm clouds over the Establishment.