White ribbons and weekends
Hello Internet, it’s Monday, December 10th, and I took the weekend off.
So, on the morning of Friday the 7th, when I was trying to figure out what to write about, I was reading a lot of recognitions of the anniversary of the Montreal Massacre, because it was mid-afternoon on the 6th back at home.
If you don’t know, on December 6th, 1989, a lone gunman walked into a post-secondary educational institution in Montreal and shot 14 women dead for being women.
As a result, Canada named December 6th the National Day of Remembrance and Action to End Violence Against Women.
In 1989, I was 5. So, for most of my remembered life, the White Ribbon campaign and December 6th have had that meaning for me.
When I got to Wellington, there were big posters promoting the White Ribbon campaign here, and I thought “oh yeah, I guess it’s coming up, isn’t it?” The fact that I was thousands of kilometres away, and that it was possible that Canada’s national tragedy was not the reason for a gender-based violence awareness campaign, did not occur to me. I was too busy learning to walk on the left-hand side of the sidewalk.
And then, on Friday morning, I was reading those fourteen names over and over, and I went “I wonder if there was a thing that Â happened here, too”.
Turns out, the White Ribbon campaign in New Zealand isÂ directly related to the one in Canada. From the website:“The White Ribbon campaign in New Zealand is a meld of the White Ribbon Day movement in Canada and the United Nations international day for Elimination of Violence Against Women, which is celebrated on 25 November each year.” Â
As tragic as the event was, it’s pretty neat to think that all the white ribbons I’ve been seeing pinned to jackets around here are directly related to the actions of a group of Canadian men who believed, 23 years ago, that gender-based violence was a cause worth standing up against.
So, I was all set to write about that for my Friday blog entry, and then my recruitment agent called and told me that I got a job at Inland Revenue. And that was crazy and awesome and I bounced all the way to work, and I picked up my new contract, and then I quit my less-than-ideal restaurant job. And then I got to have a WEEKEND, which was just… so great.
The job starts on Thursday, and it is now Monday, and between now and then I have about 10 hours of rehearsal, an audition, and a bunch of sensible-new-job preparation to do (like, for instance, find out what time of day they’d like me to show up), so I’m in for a pretty excellent 3 days, I think.
Wee day job!