When it comes to calling out our new president, it’s the nation’s women who are leading the charge.

Whether it was the huge Women’s March or Elizabeth Warren on the Senate floor, women have been at the forefront.

So I’d like to pass on a suggestion that’s been making the rounds for the past week, ever since the idea was posted on the Twitter account of the Women’s March:

How about a day without women?

The idea is for a “general strike” by women in protest of the tenor and tone of President Trump’s administration. A resounding “enough already” to the likes of Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, whose “sit down and shut up” order to Warren during the confirmation debate for Attorney General Jeff Sessions set many women’s teeth on edge.

Our own Sen. Kamala Harris promptly stepped to the podium and made a motion: Let Elizabeth speak. It didn’t pass, but it let the world know that the freshman senator had arrived. She quickly followed the floor call with a bill to grant legal representation to refugees who might arrive at airports and be turned away.

The junior senator from California is continuing the role that Sen. Barbara Boxer filled so well, of standing up when it matters.

Meanwhile, our senior senator, Dianne Feinstein, is laser-focused on making sure all Trump nominees are being vetted in the most appropriate way. In the process, she has united Democrats to follow her lead.

At some point, the Democrats may even win one.

Now, about two issues near and dear to my heart: politics and fashion.

I’m talking about the issue of Nordstrom dropping Ivanka Trump’s fashion line.

Sorry, Mr. President, but the move had nothing to do with your politics. It was about customer demand.

Eleanor Johns, my former chief of staff, saw an Ivanka belt in Nordstrom some time ago, priced at about $100. Last week, at Nordstrom Rack, the same belt was going for $5.

Shoplifters wouldn’t walk out with such an item, and if they did, security would probably applaud them.

There was a wonderful event honoring Robin Williams the other night. It was a benefit to raise money for bringing more film jobs to to San Francisco.

Director Chris Columbus recalled that while filming “Mrs. Doubtfire” here, Robin was so full of energy and improvisations that they wound up with three versions of the film: one that would have drawn an NC-17 rating, one an R and the family-friendly one that was eventually released with a PG-13.

My favorite memory of Williams and Columbus was the night they were filming “Bicentennial Man” in the late 1990s at our newly refurbished City Hall. One of the stage lights was placed too close to a fire alarm and set off the building’s sprinkler system, flooding the second floor.

I was in my office at the time, and I remember storming though the shower with blood in my eyes and coming face-to-face with a very embarrassed Columbus.

Just as I was about to unload, I looked over to see Williams dancing on the Rotunda stairs as the water cascaded down, belting out, “I’m siiiiiiinnnnging in the rain, just siiiiiinnnging in the rain!”

I looked at at Columbus and said, “This better be one hell of a movie.”

And, you know, it was.

I read in The Chronicle the other day that the Summer of Love anniversary concert in Golden Gate Park was in trouble because Recreation and Park wouldn’t approve the permit.

My, how times have changed.

I was around for the Summer of Love, and there were concerts in the park and the Panhandle all the time. And I don’t recall anyone ever getting a permit.

Of course, back then all you needed for a concert was a guitar, a couple of amps and some hijacked electricity.

These days, park concerts are major affairs complete with mall-like villages of concessions stands, with Rec and Park getting a very nice cut of the action.

Movie time: “Split.” There is not a “name” star in this tale of a therapist and a person with serious mental problems, including 23 personalities. It starts out as a psychological drama and ends like a horror film. Not my idea of a good time, but from the looks of the ending, they’re already plotting a sequel.

“Lion.” Now this is a wonderful movie about adoptions, taking us to the heart of India as a man goes looking for his past. A third of the movie is in Bengali. I don’t usually go for foreign language movies, but “Lion” was a great exception. Check it out.

I was taping a segment for the KPIX-TV Sunday morning news show the other day when a crew member, who shall remain nameless, said: “You know what happens when President Trump’s Alzheimer’s kicks in?

“His IQ goes up.”

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