Birds Of A Feather

imagesHave you ever noticed how birds mingle with one other, like when you see a dozen perched on a telephone pole?

I was observing a group while stretching that got me thinking.

They were mostly sparrows with a couple of robins thrown in, but the one who caught my eye was the baby cardinal in the mix.

Imagine Grace Kelly with a bunch of nuns.

Birds clearly are very democratic. With the exception of perhaps a hawk, all feathered are welcome.

The cardinal I’m sure had no idea he was any different from the rest of them. They liked  and treated him just the same.

The bird community could certainly teach us a thing or two concerning those who may be slightly different. I’m not a nine to fiver by any means, and consequently don’t always feel loved and accepted by my peers.

The cheese stands alone, as they say.

I was recently at a cocktail party struggling not to feel less. There were two women brandishing their education like swords, no doubt to impress the men in the group. One woman turned to me and said, “So where did you matriculate, Diana is it?” (with my hearing I thought she said, masturbate) knowing there was a good chance Diana hadn’t matriculated since she knew I modeled. As awful as I felt, I simply said, “I opted for fashion.” This shifted the conversation from Harvard to Johnny Versace without passing go, but my discomfort ran deep.

The point I’m making, they weren’t birds sharing their feed. If it were me with Camille and Joanne, and there was one academic in our midst, we would have broken bread before you could say, “We went to Harvard…for the weekend.”

One of Camille’s all-time best lines.

The upside of not feeling welcome is the lesson to always greet that one cardinal in the group, so she feels at home.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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8 Responses to Birds Of A Feather

  1. katecrimmins says:

    Argh! In the business world I got a lot of that. When I did design work, I found that many had an “arts” type of background with possibly a degree or they came from the hairdressing world. There is a crossover between hair design and other kinds of design but the bottom line is that when we were working in jeans and tee-shirts we were all the same no matter where we came from. In fact, one of my good friends had an art degree from a well known college in Great Britain (she was Malaysian) and you would thing she was a washwoman! Those birds know a thing or two about life (especially stay away from the hawks!)

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    • I’m sorry I’m just answering now…have the flu…Happy Labor Day to me…however, love the part that she looked like a washwoman. I hate competitive females…so unnecessary. We’re all the same if you turn us upside down, as my Aunt Tillie used to say regardless of what are achievements may be.

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  2. Arthur Seder says:

    The bird metaphor hits close to home. Remember Aesop’s fable about the crow who found a few peacock feathers lying around, stuck them in his tail, and tried to hang out with the peacocks, only to find that they still treated him as a crow; and tried to return to his own kind only to find that they also weren’t interested in hanging out with one who thought he was their superior. I’ve spent a lot of my life feeling like that. But just for today I feel relatively comfortable in my own skin. And if I were the crows I’d have tried forgiveness.

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    • No Arthur, I never read that but may now…what a wonderful tale. To be comfortable in our own skin is the goal…that and peace. Sorry for the tardiness of this reply…I’m in bed with the flu…hard to read and write. Thanks for showing up.

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  3. I have never really felt comfortable around a crowd like that one. I recently experienced the same thing at a writers meet-up in my area. Let’s just say my sarcastic humor was not greeted with open arms. On the way home I thought “they were so fucking weird!” Which was definitely a new attitude for this girl.
    Cardinals Rock!

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  4. micklively says:

    Such xenophobic tendencies are rooted in fear. You should pity the perpetrators, irritating though they are. Your capacity for compassion beats their education any day.

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    • Girls will be girls after all…my feeling has always been, if you want a guy badly enough to slay someone’s spirit to be the winner…take him…I’d rather be upright with a sense of self than on someone’s arm any day.

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