I’m lying in the sun by a pool in Southern California. I have a cocktail in one hand, a book in the other, and my wonderful, proudly feminist husband by my side.

We scheduled this weekend away to avoid a specific social event, without thinking about any of the protesting that would be happening around the world. My aversion to/fear of crowds aside, I’m a little bummed to be missing it.

But: social media feeds are overflowing with pictures of my friends, family, and colleagues marching in their respective cities.

To everyone out there marching: thank you.