I never expected to be sunbathing in the middle of winter. Pretty happy about it though.
Finn’s pained expression in this moment haunts me. The idea that Rae would tear herself down seems to hurt him to his very core. As if he is thinking, “I just wish you could see yourself the way I do.”
ugh. hits me hard.
Finally experiencing some of this spring weather we have been having. It’s beautiful and warm and sunny on my day off!!
Kinda wanna have sex
Kinda wanna sleep for 12 hours
Kinda wanna eat 2 large pizzas
yes to all.
saying “come over” to someone who lives 92657 miles away
people stare at me like they never seen a walking goddess
Early in my freshman year, my dad asked me if there were lots of Latinos at school. I wanted to say, “Pa, I’m one of the only Latinos in most of my classes. The other brown faces I see mostly are the landscapers’. I think of you when I see them sweating in the morning sun. I remember you were a landscaper when you first came to Illinois in the 1950s. And look, Pa! Now I’m in college!”
But I didn’t.
I just said, “No, Pa. There’s a few Latinos, mostly Puerto Rican, few Mexicans. But all the landscapers are Mexican.”
My dad responded, “¡Salúdelos, m’ijo!”
So when I walked by the Mexican men landscaping each morning, I said, “Buenos días.”
Recently, I realized what my dad really meant. I remembered learning the Mexican, or Latin American, tradition of greeting people when one enters a room. In my Mexican family, my parents taught me to be “bien educado” by greeting people who were in a room already when I entered. The tradition puts the responsibility of the person who arrives to greet those already there. If I didn’t follow the rule as a kid, my parents admonished me with a back handed slap on my back and the not-so-subtle hint: “¡Saluda!”
I caught myself tapping my 8-year-old son’s back the other day when he didn’t greet one of our friends: “Adrian! ¡Saluda!”
However, many of my white colleagues over the years followed a different tradition of ignorance. “Maleducados,” ol’ school Mexican grandmothers would call them.
But this Mexican tradition is not about the greeting—it’s about the acknowledgment. Greeting people when you enter a room is about acknowledging other people’s presence and showing them that you don’t consider yourself superior to them.
When I thought back to the conversation between my dad and me in 1990, I realized that my dad was not ordering me to greet the Mexican landscapers with a “Good morning.”
Instead, my father wanted me to acknowledge them, to always acknowledge people who work with their hands like he had done as a farm worker, a landscaper, a mechanic. My father with a 3rd grade education wanted me to work with my mind but never wanted me to think myself superior because I earned a college degree and others didn’t."
Saluden Muchachxs, saluden.
Robert Hernandez, Running for Peace and Dignity
this made my heart melt… somos el obligito de la luna/we are the moon’s bellybutton
My hair really did some great things today. I think nobody is able to notice that I have been slightly hungover for most of the day.
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