Anyone who knows me knows I am a kickin’ ass and takin’ names, spear chuckin’, hairy legged, lesbian feminist takin’ a sledgehammer to the bullshit patriarchal paradigm, every single day, yo. Ok, well, not so much the hairy legged thing though I’m not as diligent a leg shaver as I want to be, I do enjoy me some shaved legs. This doesn’t play well in rad-fem circles, you know, kowtowing to oppressive male prescriptions for female beauty. But hey, waddyagonnado?
So, it was a real treat to have dinner at Bloodroot, a feminist restaurant and bookstore in Bridgeport, CT. What a fabulous, living time capsule of an era long gone. Fortunately, there are still some fierce women carrying on the torch of good-old-days feminism. Bloodroot has been around since 1977. That’s a dang long time. I suspicion it hasn’t changed much since. Feminist posters and liberal bumper stickers from the 70s to present hang on the bookstore walls. It’s all very Mother Earth, crunchy granola, pass the bong and let’s discuss eating local while chowing down on a quinoa salad and tofu scramble made with local, organic ingredients delivered in a compact hybrid (they’re so roomy!).
When you enter, you give your order to the woman with the long ponytail. She sits at an old desk, like you’re ordering in someone’s living room. Then you take your meal ticket over to the cooks.
They bring you your food, you bus your table. Uh oh… it’s a cooperative. No… it’s a collective. No! It’s a buncha … Commies! Vegetarian Commies! Vegetarian lesbian Commies! Oh-my-god. Think about the children, for the love of all that is good and pure, think about the children!
The menu is vegetarian and it’s all very good. Perhaps next time we go it won’t be on the heels of duck hunting.