Neera is the baddest, the best part of this whole episode. I am so happy everyone came together to defend Una. Pike is a G for going to Illyria, and its inhospitable atmosphere, to help her :D I also love how this episode shows that laws NEED to change to accommodate the time and situations. Something that happened 200 years ago cannot have such a chokehold on our views in the present. UNA WHY WOULD YOU TURN YOURSELF IN, I mean I get it, BUT DAMN!
The House on Mango Street was the first book that put what I wanted when I grew up into words. I hyperfixated on the shoes especially. They symbolize Esperanza's sexuality, and then her inner conflict between that sexuality and her desire for independence. I had similar struggles, particularly when I was 15. Quinces are a huge event in a Cuban girls life. Everyone in the extended family comes to ogle at the garish decorations while talking smack about the girl's dress and body in between bites of ropa vieja and croquetas. At the end, they exchange the little girl shoes she has for a high heel. Symbolizing her "ascension" into womanhood. This terrified me. I was still growing into my body. My feet still clumsy and my hands too small to hold onto to the ridiculous bouffant skirt of the dress which would inevitably lead me to trip even more in front of judging relatives. More than anything, I wasn't ready to be a woman, even symbolically. The questions of when I would get married, have children, would increase in their seriousness as they did for my first cousin. Under this pressure, she then had her baby at 17 with a man who constantly cheats on her to this day. They will tell me to go to university so I can find an educated man. Not to worry about about an education from myself. That I already study/read too much and men don't want overly smart women. This was the picture I had of "becoming a woman" since I transitioned from baby to child shoes. I told everyone the Christmas before my Quince in September that I would not be having one. The adults laughed and my cousins jeered at me at the kids table thinking I was loca and "antisocial". My mother, told me it would be my choice, but that the family would like to join me in this joyous occasion. I was shaking beneath their eyes, but again I said I did not want one. As September drew closer, the questions for when the invites were going out started to grow numerous. I again told them I would not be doing a quince. My aunt cried and called me selfish. That she never had a daughter, only sons, and she wanted to help me plan it. For the first time in my 15 years, I refused to give in. No amount of crocodile tears would get me to budge. I'm glad I did. It was the first step in MY path to becoming a woman. No high heels needed. Now, I keep my heelless "child shoes" near my bed in my own apartment where I live alone with my dog. Comfortable and free.
YOU decide what it means to be woman. Do not let anyone and their outdated traditions tell you what to do.
My new first-time ever therapist attacked me today 🙄 You don't need to peg my entire lift down in one chart ma'am. Even if it is all somewhat VERY true.
When the existential crisis hits you hard for the 4th time this week✌️
What you reap is what you sow
What you give comes back three fold
As above
ʍolǝq oS
(before anyone comes for me, no I don't think Miles is light skinned, this is just something I think would happen between reader and Miles, no colorism here)
When I tell my white friends that pretty much every Cuban I have met finds the movie Scarface hilarious and we don't give a fuck that he's played by an Italian-American dude. In fact, the bad accent just makes it that much funnier XD I quote "say hello to my little friend" at least once a week to my dad. It's a bonding movie for us both lol
Her body is so powerful, my body goals for 2022.
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