It's a catfight.

Actually, it's a cat-in-the-hat fight.

The burning issue: Should the 150,000 females from around America expected to gather on Jan. 21 for the Women's March on Washington wear "pussyhats"–bright pink knit caps with pointy ears–as a powerful way of saying that Donald J. Trump is a mean, cruel sexist? Or should they leave the pussyhats back home in Berkeley because they are going to make that sea of women look really, really stupid?

On the Pussyhats Please side:

Californians, Lefty knitters across the country,  Etsy, the website where crafts come to die, and, of course, the Daily Kos.

Bust's Emma Bredthauer reports:

Why pink hats? Project creators want to “make a unique collective visual statement which will help activists be better heard” by creating a “sea of pink, showing that we stand together, united.” The choice of pink was deliberate, as explained in the Pussy Project ‘zine: Pink is considered a very female color representing caring, compassion, and love—all qualities that have been derided as weak but are actually STRONG. Wearing pink together is a powerful statement that we are unapologetically feminine and we unapologetically stand for women’s rights.

According to Bredthauer, "allies"–i.e. men–who join the march are also invited to don the pink pointy-eared hats.

On the Please No Pussyhats side:

Washington Post columnist Petula Dvorak:

Because all of this well-intentioned, she-power frippery can make this thing more Lilith Fair than Lilly Ledbetter. And the Women’s March of 2017 will be remembered as an unruly river of Pepto-Bismol roiling through the streets of the capital rather than a long overdue civil rights march.

Dvorak's column reeks of the desperation that anyone standing athwart history yelling, "Stop!" might feel:

This is serious stuff.

It’s about human rights. It’s about the way 51 percent of our nation’s population still gets less pay, less representation in elected office and in corporate corner offices, less access to health care, less safety and less respect that the other 49 percent of our deeply divided nation.

The Women’s March needs grit, not gimmicks.

She pleads and pleads:

Sorry, knitters. I know the pink hats with pussycat ears y’all are knitting for next week’s march are totally clever and cute and fun. They’re a smart and snarky middle finger to the incoming predator in chief, who somehow managed to win the presidency despite openly bragging about grabbing women by their genitals.

But it also undercuts the message that the march is trying to send.

So–who do you think will be the victor in this passionate pussy-fight? My money is on the river of Pepto-Bismol.