Posts tagged Mexican
Posts tagged Mexican
Tepoztlan, Morelos. Mexico. August 2011.
I’ve always dreamed of traveling the world. While I hope to live a long life full of travel and exploration and knowledge, there’s a part of me that wants to make sure that Mexico is the country I make sure to discover as throughly as possible. I feel a connection to Mexico so intensely that I feel an empty space within me when I’m away. I feel like the identities of PoC are ripped away by the education system in the U.S. at a frighteningly young age. I feel betrayed that I only got to piece together Mexico’s history and political context until college. So now I feel that I must unearth every truth, secret and mystery Mexico has to offer. I want to feel the proverbial dirt under my fingernails as I reconstruct my identity and place in the world. I need to stay in Mexico for extended periods and absorb everything that became such a beautiful and crucial part to who I am and my self worth. The diaspora is so raw in me. Some days I’m so confused and displaced, but I know it’ll quench my soul and ease my spirit to search the wonders of the country top to bottom. The rest of the world can wait. I’ve got to take some time to deeply and seriously get to know mi Mexico.
Raise your hand if your Mexican mom/dad/parents nipped your Elvis fandom in the bud.
I’m just imagining my abue and abuelito laughing and shaking their heads at these gringo pendjos painting their faces like sugar skulls.
Listen, whites: I’ve been keeping a secret. If you sport Dia makeup, you are summoning strange spirits you are not associated with. You should be scared. DO NOT DO IT.
Te quiero, mi Esperanza. I know you’re looking at these gring@s and muttering your trademark phrase “Que pendejos.” Ay, cuanto te quiero, mis abuelitos.
Wow, entire populations of indigenous peoples were exterminated with the arrival of the Spanish and motherfuckers STILL think one of the greatest crimes against humanity is not being able to paint their faces like sugar skulls.
Friendly reminder that Dia de Los Muertos is pretty much a funeral, and the dead being represented in the holiday are actual dead people who had families and friends and hopes and dreams. So just as you wouldn’t throw on black clothes and join a group of mourners because they look so fashionable in black, you shouldn’t paint your face and put marigolds in your hair and make altars because it looks cool to you. Thank.
CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THIS, THO???
LOOK AT THIS SHIT. IT’S ALL READY TO GO AND BASICALLY SEX IN YOUR MOUTH. LIKE. MOLE EVEN WHEN I’M LAZY!!????? THANKS DOÑA MARIA.
Dipping Mexican snacks in my coffee for breakfast. The only thing that could make this better is Despierta America.