I’m in an existential crisis thanks to the dichotomy of perspectives flooding my social media feeds after the Women’s March on Washington.

Some marched on Saturday but complain about those who were there but apparently didn’t chant enthusiastically enough or model appropriate protest behaviors.

Some women didn’t march, saying they are already empowered, strong, equally paid and respected so they don’t need others to represent them, thank you very much.

How about those who said they were sitting this one out because they didn’t want to walk alongside the newbie protesters that have shamefully been living in a bubble until now? They haven’t struggled and paid their dues long enough to have a legitimate stand.

Sore losers? Peaceful protesters? I guess it just depends on your perspective.

Much of the divisiveness is coming from women, targeting other women. It really doesn’t matter what you chose to do on January 21 because whatever it was, someone was threatened by it. It’s a shame that we resort to tearing others down to feel better about ourselves. Why can’t we cut each other some slack and show respect, regardless of where we sit on the political spectrum? We are fortunate to live in a country where we can express our views through words and actions, but when we attack each other, we all lose. Say something nice. Or better yet, talk to someone who is different from you and find out where they are coming from. You might learn something.

As for me, my inner activist is slowly evolving. Maybe I have been in a bubble, but thanks to “alternative facts,” that bubble has burst. My chants were, admittedly, somewhat subdued. I blame this largely on the deep breathing techniques I practiced to keep my mounting hysteria at bay while envisioning my untimely demise under the peaceful stampede of 500,000 cheery, pink protesters. Next time, I will get with the program. Because even though this whole thing is causing me angst, I am pretty sure there will be a next time.