Teaching and traveling, one cocktail at a time
I always saw pictures of Westerners in Thailand at temples with their hands folded--what to me seemed like a hokey pose that didn't seem particularly respectful. That is, until I found myself there getting suckered into the very same things.
Last October, a journalist in Malta was killed by car bomb. Last December, I went to Malta and took too many selfies. Oh, and did you hear about this election?
Nothing makes you realize the weird quirks of your own culture quite like a country where you all speak the same language, yet somehow don't.
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi Prada, basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother (also I can't afford it whoops)
Love that McDonald's endorses International Women's Day yet won't pay their workers $15/hour!
Bright walls, wheatpastes, book installations--oh my!
My Valentine's Day special advocating for early (and age-appropriate) sex ed. How romantic, right?!
My mother never had to be a DREAMer. She never had to justify her presence with a desperate plea to be seen as just a human being, trying to make a good life for herself. She never had to defend her place in the country where she grew up by casting blame on her parents.
Don't ever believe a traveler who claims that they travel to "absorb other cultures". While learning about other people, their culture, their history, etc is a noble goal, I don't think you can spend 2 weeks in India and suddenly know everything there is to know.
A letter to my fellow white people about owning our mistakes, and being the best woke white people we can be.
