WP's Hank Stuever went to yesterday's "March for Women's Lives;" we think it frightened him:
- Women were screaming and whooping as they got off the Orange Line deep down in the Smithsonian Metro station, and their happy, combative squeals bounced off the concrete corridors. . . . Up the escalators and into the gray, slightly chilled Sunday midmorning, where there was -- Whoa. Wouldja lookit. A sea of pink.
- The only gift this White House administration has given the women's movement in the last four years, it seems, is a president surnamed Bush and vice president named Dick. This has meant limitless poster and T-shirt slogans. . . Lick it, stomp it, conquer it.
- Then a spoken-word poet stood onstage and waved her arms around and riffed on the Con-stitution, the coun-try, coun-ter-revolutions -- except in each of those c-words, please insert the naughty c-word. (The one we're not supposed to say in print.)
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