Most English-speakers can’t pronounce my name. Americans often pronounce it as “fehr-nan-da,” while the British would say it like “feuh-nan-da.” Between these two, the American way is the closest.
So, without further ado, let’s get to the important part: ME.
It all started when my ancestors in Spain set off on a mission to colonize my ancestors in the now city of Puebla, in Mexico. It is crazy to think that a series of unfortunate events had to happen in history for me to somehow come into existence. But we all have that kind of background one way or another.
In terms of identity, I always say I’m Mexican. Sometimes, when Mexican is not an option, I choose between Latina or Hispanic just because I have never lived outside Mexico.
I never pondered on the issues that my identity choice could entail until recently when I found a few Latinxs on TikTok calling out white Latinxs for making excuses about their whiteness.
I completely understand why. There are some problems that white-skinned folks spawn when they defend their Latin American roots:
When Latinxs that live in Latin American countries travel to the United States or Europe, they often try to…
The new aesthetics of the pregnant celebrity
In her essay, the model discusses not only her thoughts around pregnancy and her experience so far but topics that are especially significant in our context, such as the loneliness of pregnancy and what it culturally means revealing the gender of a fetus.
“We like to respond that we won’t know the gender until our child is 18 and that they’ll let us know then.”
I think you are slowly becoming oblivious to the fact that I’m super hot
Dear romantic partner,
You’re generous, humble, smart, tolerant, handsome, and excruciatingly respectful.
You’re everything a straight millennial/Gen Z woman can ask for: pro-LGBTQ+rights, anti-racist, pro-choice, anti-gun, and a cat person.
A decent human being.
You were not scared when I told you I was a feminist nor did you let my intellect, leadership, or abundant body hair intimidate you.
And while I’m grateful you’re a gentleman who has come to value my inner body more than anything, I think you are slowly becoming oblivious to the…
After one year of being in a long-distance relationship, I was sure I wanted to marry my boyfriend. I was utterly in love and sick of the goodbyes.
But I was also 20, still at university, struggling to afford my tuition, and full of insecurities. I knew getting married was not the smartest move and I hated that.
I used to hold grudges against him because when he returned back home, his essence stayed all around my environment. I resented him that I could smell him in my room but he couldn’t smell my scent in his. …
Quiero dedicar estas palabras a todas esas personas que — por alguna chocante razón — continúan haciendo uso de mi en pleno 2021.
Esta declaración se las debo a todes ustedes que en esta pandemia, me escogieron como método de supervivencia e instrumento primordial para la expresión de sentimientos delirantes y carentes de pathos; esto es para aquellos milennials y Gen Zetas que desafían toda regla gramatical y ortográfica del idioma español para hacer versos facebookeros con menos de 50 me encanta.
He aquí mi historia. Mi verdad. Mi verdadero ser.
Yo, ¡oh! Poesía,
el más grande
The United States didn’t even notice
THE FRICKIN’ MADNESS — In the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo, Mexico ceded what are now the states of California, Nevada, Utah, New Mexico, Texas, Colorado, Arizona as well as parts of Wyoming, Kansas, and Oklahoma to the United States.
Needless to say, Mexico was devastated. It felt like a failure. He drank two shots of tequila and smiled because, at least, the Spanish-speaking country had now a real relationship with the world’s favorite country: The United States of America.
But that did not work out. The U.S. ghosted and gaslighted Mexico several times until…
Imagine people accomplishing the dream of becoming a paid writer. That doesn’t sit right with me, and I hope you feel the same way.
Are we living in the 19th century? When did “writers” become a thing again?
Do you want to give advice for a better life? How pretentious. “How I Quit My 9–5 job And You Can Too” articles? You sicken me. Let’s have a conversation about robots, making money, stocks, technology, and how great Elon Musk is doing instead.
Imagine people turning their hobbies into full-time jobs. That would cause so much economic pain. Agony, even.
My boyfriend made the awful decision of snooping my following list on Instagram the other day. He knew he was going to get his feelings hurt, but for some lame reason, the thought of it filled his body with adrenaline.
He found all the typical mainstream celebrities (yes, I follow every Kardashian), meme accounts (because I’m fun and quirky), cat accounts (because I’m sweet), newspapers (because I’m cultured), unverified accounts (because I have lots of friends), and… Instagram models. The modern threat to millennial and Gen Z men (because I am a woman, after all).
Yes, I follow beautiful young…
BA in Latin American literature. Pop culture enthusiast. Fan of deep conversations about topics that are not that deep.