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Yesterday I marched in the San Francisco Women\u2019s March to secure our future with<\/em> the future: my 20-something daughter and her friends. Last year my husband and I went to the march in Oakland, but this year he was at a climate conference all day. So I asked Ally if I could join her group as an unobtrusive mom.<\/p>\n \u201cSure,\u201d she texted. \u201cJust don\u2019t wear like five fanny packs.\u201d (Apparently, Valley-Girl-Speak is still an essential feature of women\u2019s empowerment.)<\/p>\n I promised to wear only four, so I was in. Such delicate mother-daughter negotiations must have been rampant: Not only were there many two-generation duos at the march, but this sign:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n (Hmm. I assumed my daughter’s sign referred to Trump, but perhaps she meant her mother?) Other signs read:<\/p>\n 1.<\/span> Smash<\/span> the<\/span> Patriarchy<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n 2.<\/span> Brunch<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Ally and her friends had their priorities straight, though, and began with brunch. I huddled in the kitchen with another unobtrusive mom while the millennials spilled all over the living room, munching on fruit and making their signs. Finally, we were ready to go. The sole young man in attendance took the obligatory photos on the doorstep to mark the beginning of our march:<\/p>\n Then we headed for the Civic Center, the younger generation dancing and singing to the music on a portable sound system.<\/p>\n It was a gorgeous day in San Francisco, and the crowd was exuberant. Ally and her friends took selfies and pictures for their Facebook feeds (“You can tell it’s a millennial march,” she remarked to me):<\/p>\n I squeezed through the throngs checking out the signs. There were a jillion references to body parts\u2014ovaries, uteruses, dicks, and two certain nether-regions made famous by the President himself: one to describe what he felt entitled to grab and one he used to demean places mostly inhabited by brown-skinned people. Here are some of my G-rated favorites:<\/p>\n A couple of enterprising men had set up a table on the fringe of the plaza, and were inviting everyone to sign their petitions. I recognized the sponsors and the cause (anti-tax) as Republican-based, but the pussy-hatted women adding their names apparently did not. I approached a couple to ask them if they knew what they had signed. They were shocked when I told them; one went and scratched out her name and told me she would alert her friends. Score one for the Resistance.\u00a0 Score one also for Mom Lesson #1 (an extension of everything we told you about Stranger-Danger!!): Don\u2019t assume that everyone hanging around a friendly gathering is friendly\u2014some of them are out to hurt you, and will take advantage of your trust and goodwill.<\/p>\n After the rally, we marched down Market Street to the Embarcadero. It was fantastic to see not only so many of us marching, but so many lining the sidewalks cheering us on. It has been an exhausting and destructive year, but we\u2019re still here, stronger and more determined than ever. Not only will we march, we will organize and vote all over the country to stop this administration and its enablers.<\/p>\n As my favorite sign put it:<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Yesterday I marched in the San Francisco Women\u2019s March to secure our future with the future: my 20-something daughter and her friends. Last year my husband and I went to the march in Oakland, but this year he was at … Continue reading T<\/span>O<\/span>–<\/span>D<\/span>O<\/span> L<\/span>I<\/span>S<\/span>T<\/span>:<\/span><\/span><\/h1>\n