11/14/2009 - Photo
Co-sign, but I’m still mad at Sammy. Well, more like sad at Sammy. I was raised by my mother who is very light. She would tell me regularly how beautiful my brown skin was and how people die of skin cancer because they stay out in the sun just to get my shade of brown. As a young girl, this made me feel bad for light skin people, b/c they did not have my skin color. There is no other color I’d want to be, and that is due to my mother’s positive reinforcement. Sure, I had other people in my life who tried to make me feel less than worthy due to my skin color, but my mother was so adamant about my brown skin color being beautiful, her voice rang loudest in my ears. On the other hand, friends of the same color could not play in the sun/go to the beach lest they get any darker. I remember going to a pool party once and there was a tarp over part of one classmate’s pool, and she had to stay under it when she went swimming in the daylight. So what became a source of pride for me, became a source of embarrassment for my peers.
All due to parenting. PARENTING YA’LL.
~elidia
I’m not mad at Sammy. I can’t relate but I understand why people would want to lighten their skin. I’m the opposite. I go tanning any chance I get. In every part of the Black World there are people using ridiculous and dangerous chemicals to lighten their skin. It makes me sad because I love black. I love black so black its blue.
I heard on the news this morning that Sosa is considering marketing this product he used. Being the official spokesperson for a deep seeded self-hatred that millions of Black people have for themselves. Sadly, I think the product would be a hit. Who doesn’t want to be lighter, make things easier, right? Being from the Dominican Republic, Sosa was born into a group of people that refuse to acknowledge their Black heritage. Much like Brazil and many regions of South America. In many of these places Black is synonymous with poor, dirty and unrecognized in society - in other words nothing anyone wants to be.
White supremacy is an ideology that stretches much further than the (US)American terrorist organization, the kkk. White Supremacy is a universal virus that has destroyed people of Black and Brown decent. It’s killed us, erased our history, enslaved us, raped us, lightened our skin, terrorized our minds and shunned our culture. There is just a little part of me that is patiently waiting, praying and hoping that one day, one day soon, we’ll stop hating ourselves and start hating the system that put us here.
I’m not mad at Sosa, I’m mad at the system that got us here.
San Francisco.
When I was a teenager I spent a summer living in San Francisco. I arrived in the city alone on a cold but sunny day. I was not an experienced driver and it was my first time out of Los Angeles. I got completely lost and could not get a hold of the person I was staying with so I found a building to stop and ask for help. When I got inside, the door behind me clicked and locked. It was an old furniture warehouse and it was closed on Sundays. Guess what day it was. I tried all of the doors and none of them opened. Teenage Elidia was locked inside an isolated warehouse in addition to being completely lost in a foreign city. So I sat down in the middle of the warehouse floor and started to cry. Minutes later, there was a man standing in front of me, a very dirty smelly homeless man who had found some shelter in this locked warehouse from the cold day. He just stared at me. I asked him how to get out of the building and how to get to Castro Street. He kept staring at me but I felt nothing but calm and stopped crying. I handed him my notebook and without a word, he took it and drew me a map. Then he pointed to an unlocked door semi-hidden behind some furniture. Teenage Elidia ran out of that building as fast as I could, and for the life of me I cannot even remember if I thanked him. His directions led me exactly to where I needed to go and I promptly forgot all about him. Him, the dirty smelly homeless man who calm guidance allowed a lost and scared teenage girl to stop crying. This is one of my first memories of San Francisco.
~elidia
11/12/2009 - Quote
Ninon de Lenclos (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
Yeps, men would have a much easier time just appreciating women instead of trying to figure us out. I thought this was an Oscar Wilde quote though.
~e.
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11/9/2009 - Photo
I was not allowed to watch this movie growing up, lest I get any crazy ideas. Just to be clear, I was allowed to watch Rated R horror movies, just not rated PG movies with “wild girls”.
At any rate, I am finally old enough to watch this movie! WHEE!!
~e.
B-day Blunder.
Soooooo,
Since my favorite ride is Indiana Jones, I ended up ditching Disneyland and Magic Mountain on my b-day (both FREE on b-days!) for Universal Studios (not FREE on b-days!)….JUST so I could ride Indiana Jones….only to find out that Indiana Jones is located at…..Disneyland. HOW did I forget that?
I still ended up having a really beautiful b-day weekend though. :D.
Both Disneyland and Magic Mountain are FREE on my b-day. This is like SOPHIE’S CHOICE but HARDER. What’s a girl to do?
10/28/2009 - Photo
I want to put this up! I wonder if my doggies would be scared of it though. They do growl at boxes and such. Don’t ask.
~e.
10/28/2009 - Photo
I wonder what a psychologist would say about me blogging about cupcakes way more than boys. Oh well, I’m over it…looooook at the Cookie Monster cupcakes! YUUUUUM and SO CUUUUTE! ;b
~e.
