I've noticed recently that when I run into female friends, especially in groups, that one of the ways women often bond is to enter into a discussion about how we don't like how we look.
In college there was no doubt in my mind that I would marry a Mexican. I didn't want my culture to be diluted. I wanted to live in a Spanish-speaking household. I wore Ché Guevara berets with rebozos and Tehuana blouses. I just stopped short of wearing a poncho and purchasing a donkey just to really make a point. I…
On more than one occasion, during my seemingly eternal quest for love, I've been accused by friends and acquaintances of being "racist" for trying to date Latinos.