Banter in the Garden
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Tea and Strumpets
Slutwalk. Can we do this every weekend please? Seriously, as we walked up towards Waitangi Park, me and my band of merry men and women, I was awed by the sight.Women, men, roller derby girls, signs, and so many people. I wouldn’t have admitted it at the time, but I was kind of emotional.
Being the shy retiring type that I am, I flitted about, catching up with the many, many people I knew there (I have very good people), and completely neglected to take photos or anything. I barely even had time to tweet.
For a moment, amid much squeeing and girly jumping up and down, all four garden ladies were in one place. Thank you to Emma and Deborah for making the trip, and Coley, who made a brilliant speech, even as she lost her voice. You can read Deborah in the paper, and check out Emma in this week’s Listener. And a huge thank you to MJ and the other organisers – you were brilliant.
We marched with men we respect and love, and it was a brilliant thing to see so many men there, so many people, in fact, and so many media – even if most of the stories I’ve seen talked about “scantily-clad” women – of which there were few, and I admire their bravery in the face of the cold. I was surrounded by a group of friends, but I can only imagine that for some people, that walk, that standing up, that declaration, can only have been incredibly hard. For you, thank you, and you’re amazing.
For Reasons, a lot of people I know saw me walking. The vast majority of them have been incredibly supportive, and understand the point the march was making. But I’ve had one or two comments along the lines of “so it’s OK to call you a slut now?’ and one particularly vile message. And this, my darlings, is why the march was so important, and why now, we have to not shut up.
I missed a lot of the speeches, but what I did hear were emotive, angry, and fed up with this society that teaches “don’t get raped” instead of “don’t rape”. It is an event I will always be proud to have been a part of. And darlings? I looked amaaaaazing.
And so, some of the posts. Feel free to add more in comments.
And because it wouldn’t be a post from me if I didn’t give you something to rage over, Yahoo Mews completely misses the fucking point. (Go vote no.)