Maf, u haz estrella!

congrats!

I deed, I deed! My 'welo use to make me watch it at midnight. He's still here from the Ike madness and it's the first time I've done it since I was like 12! And then I sang el hymno. My grandfather's influence is very obvious in me because I have never celebrated July 4th and know el hymno better than the Star Spangled Banner!

Yelling "VIVA!" everytime someone screams is gonna be a bad habit to shake off. Eh, It's not like I would want to shake that Mexipride anyway!

@Mafalda para Presidente: Yeah, it's frustrating... but also kind of fun! Veer ever so slightly away from the left and watch the fireworks that ensue. I find that if you think of it as a show that people are putting on for you, it's hilarious.

I didn't read the thread about the infant death rate in Memphis until pretty late in the game, so I didn't get much of a chance to comment on it in any meaningful way. I did want to say that I thought you were making a valid point: often the indignity and humiliation of growing up or living poor is compounded by the indignity of other (richer) people assuming you have a lack of agency or ability to account for yourself or your children. Like you said to begin with, 'identifying factors' IS important. But people who have never had to deal with those factors themselves should be cautious not cross the line that divides being compassionate from being condescending.

Reading through the posts, I was also kinda disturbed as to just how many people jumped to disagree not with you and what you said - but with who they ASSUMED you were (a privileged brat) and what they THOUGHT you said (some right-wingy stuff about the government teat). I thought a lot of commentators used you as a chance to take their sanctimony-mobiles for a spin and had their engines revved too high to hear your actual point.

Anyhow, way to hang in there!

I'm friending you 'cause I love your name + avatar. Mafalda para presidente!

naw girl. I was in the car gorging that shit and when I bit on something crunchy and then realized it was a roach, I ran back into the house like my cola was on fire to wash my mouth out.

wacala wacala wacala!

hot damn I love Mexican pastries. My panaderia discontinued the cheese empanadas, sadly. Which was kind of a-ok since I found half a cucaracha (for reals) in one of their pan dulce.

wacala.

PRI or PAN?

:)

Viva Mafalda! Now that is a candidate i can stand behind!

YES! MAFALDA!