latin male feminist?

Laughing at myself remains one of the cheapest sports I practice. Being a venezuelan/argentinian that enjoys both salsa and tango (genres with some of the most macho lyrics ever written) you gotta laugh when seeing me married to an strong and intelligent, emancipated and dutch lady, meanwhile staying at home to raise our kid.

Sometimes is hard to stay feminist and cool here in The Netherlands 2012, sometimes is great fun. I suppose that my mother experienced more or less the same things being a stranger in a strange land some thirty+ years ago in Caracas. Laughs or no laughs, I decided to write about it. The original columns, with the title “only for -male- feminists” you can read interspersed in my blog.  They are also casted into spanish, and put together here.