I couldn’t march this weekend, H had a bereavement in the family so we wanted to go back and spend some time with his parents in the countryside. I would have loved to have joined in, but the pictures my friends shared from Liverpool to London and New York kept me going yesterday. It was so so brilliant to see so many women across all seven of this planet’s continents marching together, supporting each other, and speaking out. The little girl I quote in the feature image for this post is from the New Yorker article (#2) below and she says it better than I could: “[it is] just sort of amazing—all these people, from all around the world, coming together to help women.” Exactly. Out of the mouth of babes.
To celebrate, here are seven things I’ve read this week, all penned (or spoken) by women.
- This is absolutely incredible. I have watched it three times and I don’t intend to stop. America Ferrera DESTROYS Donald Trump at “Women’s March” In Washington DC (FULL SPEECH)
- A New Yorker piece with hope as its core: “As Trump’s Administration proves itself unkind to all but the wealthy, perhaps there is a coalition ready to speak their hearts, to listen, to welcome anyone in.” The radical possibility of the women’s march
- One of the most moving things I’ve read about the NHS for a while: An Open Letter To This NHS.
- A friend shared this short poem this week, after saying goodbye to a much loved aunt of his. Her grandson read this at her funeral, and I thought it was a lovely reminder of what to hold dear: Help Yourself to Happiness
- I am late to the party, I admit, but this letter Victoria Beckham wrote to her younger self is actually really good. I loved it all, apart from the bit where she advises sunglasses in doors, I won’t ever be able to get on board with that! Dear Victoria: Mrs Beckham Pens A Letter To Her 18-Year-Old Self.
- I read this like I imagine the Churchill insurance dog spends his days – NODDING A LOT: A lesson learnt in 2016: integrity is far more important than people-pleasing
- And this, from my mate Emma, who, by the sounds of it, loved La La Land as much as I did (and cried just as much). LA LA Land.