Today I found out that I'm classless and vulgar.
Today I found out that I'm classless. Vulgar. Evil. That I "don't know what a real woman is like." That I "have no self respect" or "common-sense." Today I learned that I am a pig. On Saturday I marched in a Women's March that was held in Wooster, Ohio. I knew that after this very divided election that I must march; that there was never any other choice for me. My husband gave me a kiss and told me to knock 'em dead up there. "Hold your sign up high!" he said. I met up with several other ladies and we arrived at the square. For two hours we felt solidarity, love, and people speaking words of unity. I'm mostly a semi-introvert who writes words from home. We all had our reasons for marching, and I didn't need this march to find somewhere to belong. I needed to do it to stand against hateful words, and for those who have no voice. There's a quote by Albert Einstein that says, "If I were to...