Attended the aborton rights march on Sunday--all I can say is wow! Sure, there was the usual hokey protest stuff (I can't listen to Disappear Fear or Ani DiFranco under any circumstances, much less a good cause), but seeing so many women from so many states, young women taking 24-hour bus rides from the Northern midwest, women from LA, from other countries--I admired their commitment to the cause. Living less than an hour from DC, it's easy to become lacksidasical about attending rallies and such (hell, I even have trouble protesting Bush when he's in town, ten minutes away). Although there were many of the usual crunchy granola types and hardcore lesbian feminists, there also were older women, young children, boyfriends. And the numbers--I've never, never seen so many people in one place in my life. There were easily a million people there.

The weirdest thing about the march was that after I had an incredible craving for red meat, specifically a hamburger. I ordered a cheddar melt at Bill Bateman's and about halfway through it I realized that no, a hamburger was definitety not what I wanted at all. Why did I crave a hamburger that I ultimately didn't want? Or maybe I just craved 3 ounces of hamburger and not the half pound they seem to give you. Whatever the reason, the digested meat has been bouncing around my intestines for more than a day now like the critter from Alien. Oh hamburger, why did you trick me so?