Yeah you heard me right, Mexican is now a thing! It’s trending, it’s cool, it’s what people are paying to wear this summer and I’m not just talking about those on their privileged escapades to Mexican resorts. It’s happening here in the good ole U.S. of A. Serious! Over the weekend I was out for
Category: La Pancha Villa
As my tío Mazatzin pointed out late last night in his FB post (yes I saw it, just been in avoidance behavior since then), I’ve made it through another trip around the Sun, but barely. On this day that witnessed my first breath of life, __ years ago (you fill in the blank), that
Who needs the white man when I got my lil primo to put me down, to oppress me, to hate on me, to trample on me, to remind me of the colonization that lingers on. That’s why the system continues to win so cleanly because it has you – mi hermano, mi otro yo –
“Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses…” Name that tune. For those of you who grew up listening to 90s rock like me, it’s an easy challenge. “Killing in the Name,” by Rage Against the Machine, of course. [Press link to song here to get the full effect of this
A couple of days ago I was at the gym trying to keep the metabolism in check, when my attention was drawn to CNN’s, MSNBC, and other stations’ latest headline news – “Sanders and Clinton compete for Black vote.” For most of CNN’s viewers who remain immersed in a post-racial rhetoric this statement may read
How many of you heard this story that made headlines about a week ago? That the wealth of the richest 62 people in the world is equivalent to the wealth of half of the world’s poorest population? Just to add to the asco (disgust) of it all, the equation would be as follows: 62 rich
Maybe my cuñada was right when she responded a couple months back – “How old are you again?” – to what in my brain had seemed like the logical question posed of what path I should pursue – the nonprofit industrial complex or the academic ivory tower? [I sometimes wonder if the best answer is
Of course when the semester was just about to end and things were getting intense and los pinches grades were due, I was summoned to jury duty and I’m not talking Metro Court, I’m talking about Federal. The night before I was scheduled to go in I had made up my mind that like a
Yeah that’s right people. I can just see some of you shaking your head at this opening statement and I can almost hear your remarks. “I thought only crazy white women were feminists?” “Que le paso a la hermana? Now she really lost it!” But take a close look around and you will find that
AKA – “What the Fucking Fuck?!” Moments First of all, please mi gente, excuse what can easily be perceived to be extremely foul language, but I had to write this piece and if I’m honest, it reflects how I often feel throughout the course of dealing with life and the many curve balls it throws
