I have a confession. I almost didn’t march. Go ahead. Judge me. I’ll wait. In all honestly, I didn’t realize what the marches were about. Yes, I can read, so I knew it was for women. But I was turned off by the idea of protesting for protesting’s sake. Spontaneous rallies had broken out Downtown earlier in the week, and while I supported the cause I hated the goons who used the opportunity to close freeways, scream at cops, and twiddle up their T-Shirts into muggers masks. None of that was experience at the women’s march. Not in the slightest.

More march after the break.

We had planned to meet in Pershing Square. But stepping out of the apartment I quickly realized that wasn’t happening. It. Was. Packed. I’d never seen so many people. That was the first time I thought “this is something special.” The mood was different. Nobody was angry. People weren’t rioting. There was energy. Everyone waiting in anticipation to get moving. And once we did, it was non-stop positivity. I really enjoyed myself, and the clever Trump signs more. For the first time since 2008 I felt part of something bigger. I won’t be blowing up your newsfeed anytime soon. But after the march I felt compelled to pay attention. Do something. And if that something was a stupid video about “Songs to March To,” well that’s a start.

But it didn’t end there. I also designed a limited run of 50 “I Vetoed” pins for anyone who fancies themselves part of the resistance. I also created a video to promote said run of limited edition pins to spread word that all proceeds will be donated to support the American Civil Liberties Union.