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  happened here, too”.

Turns out, the White Ribbon campaign in New Zealand is 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.”
 

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!