In cities around America, thousands of construction companies, restaurants, and other businesses are bracing for “A Day Without Immigrants,” a combination boycott/strike that highlights the contributions of immigrants to U.S. business and culture.
The movement is a response to President Trump’s immigration agenda, which includes a pledge to seal the U.S. border with Mexico, and a travel ban on citizens of seven majority-Muslim countries (which is now on hold).
Some businesses are closing for the day; others are staying open and pledging to contribute a share of the day’s proceeds to non-profits that aid Latino communities. In a number of cases, business owners are abiding by their staffs’ wishes, after holding votes to decide whether to open.
“Women have been cut out of history, treated like property, and kept out of power. International Women’s Day celebrates women rising above the inequality that they have been handed. It also reminds us that we need to continue fighting. For black women, for Latina women, for native women, for Asian women, for Islamic women, for Jewish women, for LGBTQ+ women, for ALL women.” — Janet, 21-year-old DoSomething member, New York
What is A Day Without A Woman?
On International Women’s Day (Wednesday, March 8), women and their allies are joining in a one-day demonstration — A Day Without A Woman — to recognize how valuable women of all backgrounds are to our socioeconomic system and to call attention to the economic injustices women and gender oppressed people continue to face. According to the official site:
Anyone, anywhere, can join by making March 8th A Day Without a Woman, in one or all of the following ways:
Women take the day off, from paid and unpaid labor
Avoid shopping for one day (with exceptions for small, women- and minority-owned businesses)
Wear RED, the color of the labor movement, in solidarity with A Day Without A Woman
The Women’s March on Washington galvanized women across the globe and gave voice to a rising political force on a history-making day. More than 2 million people took to the streets in Washington, D.C., and cities small and large on Jan. 21 to protest a new administration they fear will roll back civil, human and reproductive rights.
Will that voice thunder again?
On Wednesday, International Women’s Day, the organizers behind the January march are planning a showing of economic solidarity in walkouts, rallies and marches dubbed A Day Without a Woman.
Women’s March co-organizers Linda Sarsour and Tamika D. Mallory were arrested for protesting outside of Trump International Hotel in New York City on International Women’s Day, according to the Women’s March official Twitter page.
Sarsour and Mallory were marching toward the hotel, which is located in Columbus Circle, where they reportedly intended to form a human chain around the building. Read more (3/8/17 2:39 PM)
“Often times we hear about women's rights and women of color are left out. A lot of black women, Latina women, Asian women [and] gender-nonconforming people have been organizing, taking a stance and inserting themselves into this conversation we're having about women's rights.”
— Paula Muñoz, a 24-year-old organizer with the Service Employees International Union in Miramar, Florida
Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work,
reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high
school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume
her, or will she see the future in her grasp?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,786
language, fluff, confrontation
Tags are closed. This part was over 4K words long, so I split it into two. I’m sorry. Reader takes some steps to make everything right again, but Bucky Barnes is nowhere to be found.
International Women’s Day is on Wednesday, March 8, and worldwide, women are celebrating by doing absolutely nothing.
Strikes highlighting gender inequality and labor reform have been called across the country and around the globe, along with smaller protests and actions, all under the dual umbrellas of International Women’s Strike and A Day Without a Woman.
International Women’s Day is a global celebration of women’s achievements that’s been around since 1908.
Women have been striking on International Women’s Day since 1917, Ashley Bohrer, a co-organizer for International Women’s Strike U.S., said in a phone interview.
The Women’s March on Washington organizers announced A Day Without a Woman in early February, on the heels of their national demonstration for human rights on Jan. 21, 2017.
A Day Without a Woman rests on the intersectional feminism espoused by the Women’s March on Washington.
The strike, however, is slightly different: Women are asked to refrain from doing any kind of labor — paid or unpaid, physical or emotional.
Alternatively or in addition, people can show solidarity with striking women by wearing red and refusing to shop, unless they do so at women-owned or small, local businesses. Read more (3/8/17 6:09 AM)
Many folks just can’t afford to risk losing their jobs or to give up a day’s wages. Thankfully, there are ways to participate without staying away from work or school.
If possible, avoid spending any money
The organizers of A Day Without a Woman acknowledge that not everyone can take part in the same way. One of the ways they suggest participating is to avoid shopping at stores or online for the duration of the day, with the exception of “small, women-owned and minority-owned businesses that support us.”
If you can avoid it, don’t do any housework either
Organizers of the International Women’s Strike suggest strike participants should “leave care and housework for the day,” if they can.
Research has shown that, in straight couples, women are overwhelmingly expected to do stereotypical duties like childcare, cooking and laundry.
Organizers of a Day Without a Woman and the U.S. branch of the International Women’s Strike are also asking people to participate in the day by wearing red, if they can.
Red was chosen as the day’s official color because, according to A Day Without a Woman organizers, it symbolizes “revolutionary love and sacrifice” and “is the color of energy and action associated with our will to survive.”
Give a caregiver the day off
If you or your household employ any women as a caregiver, nanny, babysitter or housekeeper, give them Wednesday off.
Are you a male ally? Act like one
A Day Without a Woman organizers also provided a handy list of ways male allies can step up their game on Wednesday (or any day, really). Read more (3/8/17 6:11 AM)
One day you go missing, and Jumin’s life begins to fall into shambles.
Word Count: 911
I’m so sorry for the late upload! I’ve been busy all day, I’m sincerely sorry! Anyhow, thank you and have a lovely day!
Lmao, I’m going to sleep for 20 years.
This is based on a song of the same name by Jon Bellion, the link is here
You had left that day to just go pick something up, insisting you’d be fine and be back in a moment’s notice, the same familiar smile on your face as you told him goodbye.
He should’ve gone with you.
Maybe you’d still be here.
He had become worried as the hours began to pass, eventually finding the morning shift into the afternoon, and the afternoon morph into the evening.
Eventually, he called and reported a missing person.
Yet he prayed with every fiber of his being that he was wrong.
That in a moment you’d open the door, giving excuses and apologizing, peppering his face in his kisses to calm down.
You never did, however.
Your face was plastered on every format imaginable, the news not even passing a day without mentioning your absence.
It was a suspected kidnapping.
The very thing he adored most, the very epitome of his heart and soul, gone without a trace.
It was a field day for the press.
Yet an apocalypse for Jumin.
Soon, reporters and people came crawling at his door, asking questions of his sorrow and mourning.
And Jumin began to shut down.
The immense grief and concern wore him down to near nothing, his body weighed down like cinderblocks
His heart felt as though it was being torn to shreds piece by piece, each day you were gone, his desperation only intensifying.
What if someone hurt you?
Were you lost?
Were you dead?
The idea left him at a complete and utter stopping point, his blood frozen and mind blank at the very possibility.
It seemed his thoughts were drenched with you even more than usual, the memories of your beautiful heart and tender voice being the only thing keeping him breathing.
Yet days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.
It seemed to be an endless cycle of despair.
Until there was nothing even left of him but a hollow shell.
For if you being beside him brought the spring, then you being gone brought a frozen tundra.
Outside he was cold and emotionless, his words constantly sharp and annoyed, where behind closed doors he was a mess, tearstains engraving his face for the night, recalling the days of endless joy with you.
Now the world seemed gray, the color being drained when you left your home.
He was once a human.
Breathing and thinking, a heart swelling with love for you brighter and bigger than the very sun itself.
He had passion and desire, an ocean of soul and devotion because of you.
And while the love remained he became empty otherwise, his body a constant machine merely staying alive.
There was no more light.
Without you, there was nothing thoughtless and empty, numb to the pain.
Yet the love for you.
That was still there.
It was the only thing keeping him going.
He and the clocks began going in an equal motion, a constant ticking down of the clock, night and day both entirely different worlds.
Yet both completely and utterly gray and void.
What point even was there to enjoying the world about him, if he couldn’t share it with what was most precious to him?
And yet when it all appeared to be too much, that he was nearing his end, he thought of you.
Your hearts would always be together, just as entwined as your hands once were.
You wouldn’t want him to disappear.
You wouldn’t want him to leave this life.
Yet he couldn’t deny, some days his gaze lingered on his options.
But it always came back to you.
And your soothing words.
Everything came back to you.
However, one day, things changed.
He had woken up, his body heavier than skyscrapers as his lids opened, legs swinging over.
He didn’t even take off his wedding ring now, his fingers drifting over it, remembering your laughter and delight as you placed it onto his finger.
Did you still wear yours?
The thought remained as he got ready for the day, his eyes dull and face quietly contorted to that of anguish and vexation.
He prepared to leave, staring out onto his countless photos and remnants of you, his heart aching with each memory drifting into his head.
Yet without these memories, he would’ve disappeared with you the second you were missing.
His hand hung at the door, an imagination running in his head that nearly brought something like joy.
What if you were on the other side?
Eager to see him.
What a dream.
Yet as he opened the door, he was greeted by this dream.
And it was not his imagination.
The very thing that brought his world color, that left his heart erupting with adoration and joy he had never known, filling his days with laughter and smiles unlike every before.
The very thing more precious than all of the jewels and wealth in the world.
for a mission is been 21 days, 18 hours and 37 minutes, and since then you don’t
hear about him.
Rogers X Reader Characters:
Reader/You, Steve Rogers, OMC. Word counting:
Angst with a happy ending; Female reader; Unbetad
A voice called you away from your thoughts once again. “Miss Y/N?”
your eyes, ashamed, to see one of your students staring at your face.
You answered promptly.
“The movie is over is been five minutes.” A blush crept on his pale cheeks.
one of your best students. Actually, he was
our best student. He was a straight A 13 boy, with a very kind heart.
“Oh.” You stood
up from your chair, looking at your students. “So… Can someone start talking
about what we just watched?”
barely remember what the movie was about. You mind was locked in Steve, your
boyfriend. Captain freaking America.
21 days 18
hours and 37 minutes ago, Steve had left the apartment you shared to a mission
in another country – one he hadn’t told you the name – and, since that day, you
haven’t had any news about him. He was expected to come back after 10 days but
three weeks had already passed and no news had come yet.