Types of people who romanticize small town life:
- People who didn’t grow up in small towns
the true meaning of espn
I don’t speak Spanish. My father moved to the USA from Bogotá, Colombia in the early 1960s when speaking Spanish and being a latino was stigmatizing. He never gave me the language because he didn’t want me to be stigmatized either. In his eyes he was protecting his daughter by keeping the language away but giving me the culture.
As you can see, I am pale. I am tall. I do not speak Spanish fluently. My grasp of the language ends at a few mumbled words and nodding along during conversation.
They say “But you’re so pale!” And to be clear, by “they” I mean almost everyone I’ve ever told about my dad. It ranges from “You’re so pale! I never would have guessed that, you blend in as white so well.” to “You’re so pale, you barely count.”. The second one is often interwoven with “Well you don’t speak Spanish so you aren’t ACTUALLY a Latina.” or “You don’t speak Spanish, stop pretending to be Latina.” or “Just be white. it is simpler isn’t it?”.
I am pale, I do not speak Spanish, but god damn it I count. I am a person who loves my culture. I love the food my grandmother makes for the holidays. It is home to me. The art from Colombia, it is home to me. I have loved midnight mass. I have loved cheese in my god damn hot chocolate. More times than I can count I have had to explain that yes, I am a Latina. That yes I do identify with the community, even if they have generally rejected me outside of my own family.
My name is Sierra and I am a Latina and I count.
"I’m afraid you have stage 9 animes."
"Doctor, what’s going to happen to me?"
*Doctor turns away from the patient and speaks in a grim tone.*
"Your desu has advanced too far, you have less than a week to live."