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Cake day: July 1st, 2023

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  • I completely understand. I’ve caught myself saying to my fiance “that’s a work truck” a lot whenever I see trucks I like. I drive a truck that I use for work. My definition of a work truck is a lot like mine, not a small bed, if there is a lift it’s for function, not looks so unless you know what you’re looking at you don’t notice it. It’s got a single or extended cab and it’s got some dings and scratches. If you don’t know the size of the bed in your truck you don’t use it enough. I haul sheets of plywood and drywall often and an 8ft bed would be great but my 6.5 does the job just fine. I’m changing jobs so I don’t know if I’ll need it anymore but that truck was my livelihood for a long time.





  • I think I know how your dad feels. Growing up in West Coast US I didn’t understand why central Americans had such animosity towards being compared or mistaken as Mexican. Then I moved to the south. To my co workers every brown person was Mexican. “hey go ask your little amigo xy or z” was common. “what little amigo?” " The Mexican who’s got the keys to the gate" “I don’t know that guy. Also, he’s Guatemalan. See that flag hanging from his car? It’s a Guatemalan flag” I didn’t piss me off, but it made me feel a way I haven’t felt before and it’s not positive. I now get triggered when people just assume I’m Mexican. It says a lot about them and it’s not good.




  • It’s different for everyone. For me, I don’t like it when strangers ask so I don’t ask when I’m the one who is curious. If it’s friends or someone getting to know me, it doesn’t matter how it’s asked. I do not mind. If I’m handing you a beer and say " that’ll be x dollars." And you respond by asking where I’m from, it bothers me. It’s the difference between getting to know someone and trying to fit them in a box. I get that sometimes people are curious but not every curiosity has to be satisfied. When I tell them that I’m from US it’s common to be followed by “fine! Where are your parents from?” That’s just weird. I’d never approach a stranger and ask about their parents.





  • The civil rights museum in Memphis,TN is amazing. What made it impactful to me is very much that. Seeing the buses, diners, the hotel, all modern things made me realize these things basically just happened. Black Americans have had a long arduous road to just exist in the country they were forced to come to. And they’re always being gaslit, told it happened long ago, didn’t happen, it wasn’t that bad etc.