Hello! My name is Lia, and I’ll be guest blogging for the Pretty Average Weasel this week, as I’m incredibly qualified to do so, for a variety of reasons. These reasons include, but are not limited to:
(1) The Writing section was the only portion of my high school SATs I scored full marks on, and also the only section college don’t looks at; and
(2) Katie and I are both cis-gendered, brunette, white women, residing in Boston, MA, who were born within 2 weeks of each other. For all intents and purposes, we are demographically the same person, and easily could be mistaken for the same subject in any investigation.
However, for the purpose of this specific blog entry, I’ll be writing about a unifying factor that I shared with over 300,000 locally, and hundreds of thousands more around the globe – and that was attending last weekend’s People’s Climate March in DC. Because if there’s one thing I love, it’s a clever call and response.
This year’s March – held on Saturday, April 29th, on a beautiful 95º F, 100% humidity day in our nation’s capital – was a powerful demonstration of unity for jobs, justice, and climate action. As you may have heard, it was symbolically held on Trump’s 100th day of festering like an open wound as the leader of the free world. It also sufficed as an occasion to both make our voices heard (‘cause those phone lines are still down y’all), and also to justify a weekend getaway. Particularly as I attended an underfunded public high school, and therefore have never visited DC before. And, luckily, I was able to convince a group of friends that it was worth it to come with me! You of course are already familiar with your OG blogger Katie, and her boyfriend/personal chauffeur Jake G., but we were also joined by our dear friends: birthday sad boy Kimo, cooler than all of us + token minority Rella, and the only friend I’ve maintained from high school, yet another Jake (Jake Orlando, not Grossman, though). Jake².
If you were not able to be among the 300,000 estimated to have attended the 2017 Washington DC People’s Climate March, let me take this opportunity to catch you up to speed on its value, how our crew’s weekend went, and general advice for next time you feel like sticking it to the man in a very organized fashion:
- If you wanna show Mother Earth you love her, you better damn show up/glow up – whether that be through your march attire, accessories, or personalized signage (hand made, please, we’re not monsters), which better have been reused or recycled after. I’ve not yet once been disappointed by the creativity and artistic ability of those who attend such rallies. Which is, perhaps, another reason why Trump is attempting to defund the National Endowment for the Arts. But hey, who am I to say. But, over all, this had to have been my favorite sign of the day, on meme-quality alone:
- That being said – make sure you dress & prepare appropriately as well. Kimo, Rella, Jake O. and I learned the hard way that shuffling in the throngs of hundreds of thousands of guilt-stricken, enthusiastic protesters, in close to 100º heat for almost 2 hours, definitely takes its tole on you. So, be wise, humble activists: wear and reapply sunscreen, pack plenty of water, and wear comfortable shoes you can truly get your march on in. Or, alternatively, do like Katie and Jake G. – and just take a quick photo for Instagram, and then get the heck out of there. Protesting is hard.
- And last but not least: don’t let the imminent effects of climate change stop you from having a good time! If you think the fact that since the outset of the industrial revolution in the late 1700s, the carbon dioxide concentration in Earth’s atmosphere has increased by about 41% was going to stop us from turning up for Kimo’s 23rd birthday in DC, you are damn wrong. Because nothing numbs our swift and impending demise quite like a $5 pre-mixed rum and coke in a plastic ketchup bottle.
(Hi, this is Katie totally moving in on Lia’s guest blog spotlight. I included some photos of our trip to DC, like our adventure at brunch, the zoo, and the Hirshhorn, and Lia getting a tattoo of some infinity sign that takes up her entire rib cage!!)