Why a flamingo? And why the name Flamingo Feminista?
Lots of reasons.
Let’s first describe a feminist. A feminist, plain and simple, is a person that believes that men and women are equal.
Some of you reading this may think of a feminist as a stocky woman, a lesbian. One whose legs are unshaven. She wears no makeup but does wear combat boots. And you would be right. Many of us look like that. And powerful they are.
There are feminists that dress stylishly, have manicures and fashionably colored hair. Many feminists are men with tattoos and body piercings. Many feminists are men in shirts and ties. One famous feminist is Michelle Obama. Oh, and so is her husband!
Back to flamingos.
A long time ago, sometime in 1982, my sweet,new husband and kids were watching a documentary on PBS about flamingos. There was a hilarious clip of them running to and fro and looking like a scene from the Marx Brothers. We chuckled, the kids started giggling like crazy. It was our reference to the Marx Brothers that set them off. My son ran into the bedroom and came out sporting some Groucho Marx glasses. You know the kind with the big nose and fake mustache. He was giggling so hard he could not carry off the Groucho stance. My Beloved donned the glasses and paced around the room honking like he thought a flamingo should sound! It was fun.
Then came birthday time for their Dad. I found a card with a picture of a flock of flamingos all wearing Groucho glasses! It was perfect! And that card was recycled many a year.
We began a new life in Mexico in 2000. The first of the three homes that we owned there came complete with some plastic flamingo lawn ornaments! I had always equated plastic flamingo lawn ornaments with a vacation home in Florida. The real pink bird I loved, the flat plastic fakes, not so much.
In 2001 we went to France over Christmas. As we drove along a beach road we saw a distant pink line. As we grew closer we realized that we were in a salt marsh and were surrounded by gorgeous, pink flamingos. It was a cold gray day. The water was gray. The flamingos shone and glowed in the odd light. One of those little Perfect 10 moments that you remember years later.
After my husband died in July of 2018, I was set adrift. Lost in an indescribable loneliness. I was wandering downtown looking in shop windows. Hanging high up in my favorite store was a lovely white linen blouse embroidered with gorgeous, stately flamingos. I bought it! A first step in a new direction.
Shopping online for some pretty cotton fabric to make new pajamas, my eye was drawn to a soft blue Pima cotton print. The print? Yep, flamingos. Pretty flamingos in their classic one legged stance. I have not yet cut into that fabric.
And now here I am in Florida!
Connecting the dots, I am a feminist. I love flamingos. I have a new blog.
I have a lot to say about a lot of stuff. I hope that you will follow me through my new life journey.
Peace and Love,