Wednesday, October 1, 2014
lieinyourownskin:

risu-of-anterra:

catladysoul:

how the fuck do cats even work

look at that smug fucker

Cats don’t live by mortal laws

lieinyourownskin:

risu-of-anterra:

catladysoul:

how the fuck do cats even work

look at that smug fucker

Cats don’t live by mortal laws

hisnamewasbeanni:

zach-n-cheese:

I heard my dad say “That was a close call.”

I called the home phone from my room. He answered and I said, “No, this is a close call.”

He was proud.

The child has become the master.

mapletheleonberger:

…what have I done?

locabellavida:

Amen
Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Early in my freshman year, my dad asked me if there were lots of Latinos at school. I wanted to say, “Pa, I’m one of the only Latinos in most of my classes. The other brown faces I see mostly are the landscapers’. I think of you when I see them sweating in the morning sun. I remember you were a landscaper when you first came to Illinois in the 1950s. And look, Pa! Now I’m in college!”

But I didn’t.

I just said, “No, Pa. There’s a few Latinos, mostly Puerto Rican, few Mexicans. But all the landscapers are Mexican.”

My dad responded, “¡Salúdelos, m’ijo!”

So when I walked by the Mexican men landscaping each morning, I said, “Buenos días.”

Recently, I realized what my dad really meant. I remembered learning the Mexican, or Latin American, tradition of greeting people when one enters a room. In my Mexican family, my parents taught me to be “bien educado” by greeting people who were in a room already when I entered. The tradition puts the responsibility of the person who arrives to greet those already there. If I didn’t follow the rule as a kid, my parents admonished me with a back handed slap on my back and the not-so-subtle hint: “¡Saluda!”

I caught myself tapping my 8-year-old son’s back the other day when he didn’t greet one of our friends: “Adrian! ¡Saluda!”

However, many of my white colleagues over the years followed a different tradition of ignorance. “Maleducados,” ol’ school Mexican grandmothers would call them.

But this Mexican tradition is not about the greeting—it’s about the acknowledgment. Greeting people when you enter a room is about acknowledging other people’s presence and showing them that you don’t consider yourself superior to them.

When I thought back to the conversation between my dad and me in 1990, I realized that my dad was not ordering me to greet the Mexican landscapers with a “Good morning.”

Instead, my father wanted me to acknowledge them, to always acknowledge people who work with their hands like he had done as a farm worker, a landscaper, a mechanic. My father with a 3rd grade education wanted me to work with my mind but never wanted me to think myself superior because I earned a college degree and others didn’t.

Ray Salazar, Mexican etiquette some white people need to learn on dad’s 77th birthday.

Saluden Muchachxs, saluden.

(via frijoliz)

allisonunsupervised:

angrylittledad:

jekoh:

extrajordanary:

If this doesn’t mean anything to you, please listen to this priceless piece of comedy immediately.

Oh my god guys go listen to it. I love this story.

I was crying.
Crying.

Even though I’d heard it before, the last time the girl played this I got so tickled she was a wee bit concerned. 

allisonunsupervised:

angrylittledad:

jekoh:

extrajordanary:

If this doesn’t mean anything to you, please listen to this priceless piece of comedy immediately.

Oh my god guys go listen to it. I love this story.

I was crying.

Crying.

Even though I’d heard it before, the last time the girl played this I got so tickled she was a wee bit concerned. 

(Source: tubofgoodthings)

lunalovegouda:

Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk:

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oxblivxn:

SHOUTOUT TO EVERYONE TAKING A STAND AGAINST SAM PEPPER

dickmark:

OKAY SO ALMOST 2 MONTHS AGO OUR ENGLISH TEACHER FORCED US TO ENTER A POETRY CONTEST AND I WAS ABOUT TO ENTER A POEM WHEN IT TRIED TO FORCE ME TO GIVE IT A TITLE SO IN A FIT OF RAGE I WROTE A NEW POEM COMPLAINING ABOUT THE TITLE REQUIREMENT

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AND TODAY I WENT TO CHECK MY EMAIL AND I??????

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YOU ARE LITERALLY PUBLISHING AN INSULT TO YOUR OWN RULES BUT OKAY I GUESS IF GETTING TALKED DOWN TO TURNS YOU ON SOMEHOW AND I GET PUBLISHED I’VE GOT NO COMPLAINTS HERE?

(Source: autisticalfred)