You ever notice how some white people say the word Mexican? The way they vomit the word out, it sounds like a slur, like a dirty word they shouldn’t be calling me. He’s a Mexican.

Compared to how it sounds when Mexican people say it. Soy Mexicano. It has this untouchable pride, like I dare you to say something bad about it.

I wish more people would speak Spanglish. 

I love it because it’s like the natural selection of language. It’s like when two people fuck and their baby gets the best traits from both of them. It’s two languages competing inside of someone to put together the best possible communication. 

You might not know what to call something in Spanish because you don’t get enough practice, so you say it in English. Sometimes when describing something, English may not be strong enough, or a Spanish saying or phrase will give the other person that exact feeling you’re looking to convey.

I don’t know about anyone else, but I was sort of taught to separate the two, to go ahead and speak one or the other, but that mixing them created this filthy uncivil bastard of a language. It’s bullshit and I think it’s so beautiful and articulate when someone can seamlessly weave together both to give you the sober black and white lines of English meaning painted in with the passionate colors of Spanish.

My Abuela's review of 50 Shades of Grey

Vi una pelicula tan babosa… Que horible. La unica manera de que se excita el pendejo es con hacerla sufrir. Eso no puede ser amor, es un maniaco el cabron. Tenia la pobre plebe amarada, y todas las viejas viendo la pelicula reindo. No me gustó. Dice mi amiga que no estoy de moda, vete a la chingada.


BREAKING NEWS: white girl invents mango con chile. Lmao this is so horrible #stopwhitepeople #columbused

If someone gives you a crusty book with a cracked spine and folded pages, make sure you read that shit. It means the message is worth more than the paper it was printed on. Someone read it and decided it was good enough not to leave on a dusty shelf or in a box in the garage.

I get a huge kick out of it at work when I’m helping a white customer and I have my customer service voice/smile on.

Then next in line will be a Mexican lady and I’ll switch up 100 like “Como esta Doña, que va querer? Pa qi o llevar?”

Sometimes they give me this look like OH… I didn’t know. And I’m just like chyeah dewd we out here.

Most people hear “hitting rock bottom” and think of a drug overdose or waking up in the gutter Edgar Allen Poe style.
Maybe hitting rock bottom is the day you quit your dreams and get a “real job” to placate the ravenous urges of an American dream unfulfilled. The urge to be a gear in the machine. Because it’s safe.
How many young Americans hit rock bottom every day but go completely unnoticed because it’s what they were designed and groomed to do? Because it’s normal.

I’m actually really glad Donald Trump did that to Jorge Ramos. Ramos is a respected, white, wealthy, professional Latino. Now every Latinx in America has seen the proof: YES YOU TOO. It’s not just those people over there. And if you were making excuses for Trump before this, you need to step back and reassess your bitchass.

You listened to Metallica and you felt tough, NWA and you felt hard, Bobby Brown and you felt like a playa. Morrissey was more introspective, made it okay to feel awkward. Which is worth a lot when you’re in that coming-of-age phase.

-Robert Zardaneta, in an interview with Javier Cabral

I feel like a lot of Latin@-Americans have this unique eclectic relationship with music. It’s a positive that comes from having shorter roots than others in this country. You’re allowed the freedom to sort of pick and choose and not pigeon-hole yourself out of loyalty to a certain aesthetic. I love it.


It seems so simple. 

Why don’t you just speak English? Aren’t you proud to be American? Why don’t you root for team USA in soccer? You live here. Just be American.

But our parents had no choice one way or the other. 

Spanish sounds awkward coming from my dad’s mouth, and yet he still says some words in English funny, he can’t help it. He refuses to speak Spanish unless it’s with his mom or uncle. I’ve never spoken with my father in Spanish. When you look at him, I promise you you don’t see brown skin or kinky black hair, you see an American. He made sure of that by how he carries himself, but what did he have to give up?  He decided a long time ago that nobody would ever treat him like less than, so he had no choice but to give up his culture.

For other people’s parents, giving up their culture isn’t even an option. Maybe they came over when they were already adults. But if they see a Mexican, they treat you like a Mexican. If they see an immigrant, they treat you like an immigrant. Fuck it, your parents suck it up because better is coming.

We are the sons and daughters of people who had no choice. And now we do have a choice. So i choose not to just be a proud American until America is proud of us how we are. A lot of us spent the first half of our lives learning English and learning the culture in public schools. Now i see a lot of young adults coming of age to embrace our Latindad, and Americans don’t like to see it. Fuck that. Enjoy the rebirth of what makes us us. Y que vaya a chingar a su madre el que no le gusta.

Chicanos liking Morrissey and The Smiths is my favorite stereotype. We grow up, at least as males, in like this secret machismo society. We learn from our tios, abuelos and dads that emotions are to be surpressed until you’ve been pisteando and you forget not to remember que tienes all this mierda inside of you and can’t hold it anymore. So then, it comes out, along with Chente and Ramon Ayala. Tragos de amargo licorrrrrrr. And that’s what it reminds me of singing to Smiths songs. Cuz he was talking about those forbidden subjects, but he was doing it mad like the rancheros. It was romantic shit with a vengance y con huevos bien puestos. It makes you sing with your hand out like you’re trying to crush an invisible baseball. The only difference being that it makes you wanna dance, not ponerte pedo, which is always good.