The Pink Plastic Flamingo Goes Around the World

By Greg Evans

Sometimes you have to make a statement and tell everyone to eat feathers and either get in the game or get off the train. This was the case in the city of Parma when town officials, bent on white lightning laced fruit punch, agreed and signed in stone, in granite no less, that the new mascot for the town would be a pink plastic flamingo.

I don’t know about you, but I’m all for it. Kudos to this great idea. I would have voted for it. Anyone who doesn’t get behind this movement and put on display, a pink plastic flamingo on their front yard or on the roof, should be exiled to a place like Chicago where sense of humors go to die.

And, if you are too manly to put a pink flamingo, visible on your property or in your store front in solidarity, the shame is on you.

Who doesn’t love mascots. In high school, ours was the tiger. A plastic, flexing tiger would have been just as well. During basketball warm ups we played “Eye of the Tiger,” by Survivor. It was invigorating, it fostered connectedness amongst the community and fans. It was who we became and this pink plastic flamingo has panache baby. 

Instead of being weird, and carrying on like a cringed-out adult who has lost the magic, catch the buzz and ride the wave until it levels out.