"'Fornicating Homosexual Abortionist,' 'Now You’ve Gone and Pissed Off Grandma,' 'Proud Louisiana Liberal — Send Help!' (Plenty of people carried torches for others: white and Asian women holding Black Lives Matter signs, men with signs about reproductive rights.) Others roasted Donald Trump lightheartedly: 'The Devil Wears Bronzer,' 'Urine For a Long Four Years.' Some were as frank as possible: 'I’m Too Worried to Be Funny,' 'I Can’t Believe I Left the Soviet Union for This Shit.' There were pleas for police accountability and grace toward immigrants; innumerable signs protested Trump’s Cabinet, his unreleased tax returns, his Access Hollywood gloating descriptions of sexual assault. Coat-hanger cutouts were everywhere."
The importance of a museum, or lots of museums, collecting these signs is obvious. Firstly, collecting signs legitimizes the movement and explicitly places it within aesthetic historical context. Second, putting explicitly political messages into an archive makes the moment somewhat immortal. Institutional affirmation matters, especially as the new U.S. government seems determined to strike at institutions, including the institution of "reality," at every turn. So holding these signs and placing them within an aesthetic context means that the history can't be as easily erased.
And, come on, women are great at making signs.