Bloodroot: old school feminist fare
Stepping into Bloodroot is like stepping into the ’70s, and not the ’70s of “Three’s Company” and high-water, crush-velvet bell-bottoms: This is where the matriarchs of feminism (lesbian feminism, to be precise) reside, and have for the last 32 years, serving up vegetarian delights in a veritable shrine to the heyday of the women’s movement. Shrine might be the wrong word, because second-wave feminism is alive and kicking within Bloodroot’s quilt-and-ancestral-photo-laden walls; and while it might not have the edge or chic of contemporary queer culture, Bloodroot’s brand of collectivist...
