|On my way home last night, mimosa left on a Vespa – Italianissimo!|
In Rome, International Women’s Day feels more like celebrate lovely ladies day. Every woman receives the gift of a bunch of mimosa flowers, a pretty yellow bloom designed to bring on the most delicate of allergies.
Listening to a recent radio debate between an older battle-hardened feminist (very reasonable and sensible) and a sweet young woman (clever and interesting) I heard the younger woman say the infamous line, “Well, I wouldn’t say that I agree with feminism, but I do think that everyone should be equal.” You could almost hear through the radio waves the older woman grinding her teeth in exasperation. What do you think feminism is?!
I’m a feminist. It’s fine.