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I vaguely remember the feeling that the magazine addict in me felt upon learning that my monthly collection of glossy mags would include a magazine just for Latinas. I never cared much about the face that graced my magazine's covers, it was the content listed on said cover that was the attraction. Latina-relevant stories, articles,… Continue reading 5 articles Latino publications should write when a non-Latino celebrity is arrested
A few weeks ago I attended a lecture given by someone that is a Facebook friend and that I've also met in person. I got there a little early, and sat in the room full of people. He entered and made his away around greeting people. Though I can recognize him at seeing him, I… Continue reading That awkward moment: The wave
The year was 1992 and MTV introduced new programming that would forever change not only how we viewed them—as a misnomer—but how we viewed television. Our introduction to The Real World, with its tagline, “when people stop being polite… and start getting real…”was an omen of things to come. Almost 20 years later and reality television has taken… Continue reading Redefining reality: The rise of the Kardashians
It was October 2009; I had quit my job and was just 10 short days away from a move to Puerto Rico, when my two best friends and I got matching tattoos. It was something we had discussed just a few weeks earlier—as adult women will do when imbibing one too many cocktails. It would… Continue reading Taboo of tattoos: Memories, regrets, and Moms
My very proper Mom recently told me that being married was overrated and I should just find someone—anyone—to father her unborn grandchildren. “I’m not getting any younger and neither are you!” may have been her exact words. As I stated in a past blog, La anti-Latina, I am an anomaly; a single, childless Latina in her… Continue reading Do you have Baby(less) mama drama?
Due to a few of my characteristics, people question my Latinaness and because of it, I’ve dubbed myself, “La anti-Latina.” One of those things is cooking. I’m no Martita Stewart, to be sure, but not finding absolute enjoyment in cooking is not the equivalent of lacking the ability to do it. I can cook, when… Continue reading Finding your Latina roots in a caldero of arroz con gandules