These are some of my fabulous neighbors. Susanna is wearing the hat she knitted. Her mom is a doctor who works for social justice. Dad is wearing a hat Susanna made for him by sewing pink cotton socks to a baseball cap so Dad could be a bunny, not a pussy. To make his position clear, however, Dad carried a sign that read: “Bunnies for pussies.”  I drove 8 people in my Forester to the train station (you’re right, that meant three people in the cargo space) and we all marched.
Thrilling to see all the girls and boys who came. Check out the girl with the sign written in French. Oligarchs beware.
 
prognostication says
I also attended in Boston. It was a really uplifting, positive event, I thought. I missed all of the speechifying, as the train situation was really quite bad due to demand (ended up having to ride in the wrong direction to the end of the line to get a train because all of the trains were filling up at the first 2 stops). The march itself was great though. As you note, I was particularly heartened by all of the kids, many of whom seemed to understand exactly what they were marching for. I heard a woman on the train explaining "my body, my choice" to a girl of maybe 5-6 trying not to get into the gory details, and it was actually really beautiful.