One day I will start a Mujeres Tapatias y Parranderas Social Network that my primas will actually be interested in joining. It will be a force to be reckoned with by tios, fathers, boyfriends, and hombres machos everywhere. And if any hipsters call us nacas, we might knock em. If you find nothing liberating by women asserting their right to party and have social freedom, having male friends, and being economically independent while demanding respect through a song that my cousins would actually blast in their car on the way to the banda club then you don’t know my culture. If the mesage don’t got swag, it dont work.