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How dare you smear the good name of Mac n’ cheese like that
How dare you smear the good name of Mac n’ cheese like that
The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
I’m half hispanic/white. I grew up with my Mexican family and spent most summers in Mexico visiting family. I’m fluent in spanish and mostly identify culturally with my Mexican side. But my dad was a very white guy from northeast Texas, so I look very white.
While in college, I found myself serving and eventually bartending at a popular Colombian restaurant/club. I got called a lot of nasty things by Latino folks who assumed I was appropriating their culture or thought I was mocking them. I’ve also had Latino folks talk shit about me in spanish in front of me - assuming I didn’t understand.
I often find myself playing it down or pretending I don’t know spanish so as not to upset people. It has to be a conscious decision because it’s very different from how I talk with my family.
Wish I had some cool, “I showed them” story, but I was always frustrated and hurt in those situations. It’s like all of my upbringing, experiences, and familial relationships didn’t matter because I don’t look like them.
**I’d just like to add that for as many rude Latino people I’ve met, I’ve met 4x as many wonderful Latino people.
I remember feeling this way about the cut scenes in Dante’s Inferno on Xb360.
Panino
My dad was a wonderful man with a great heart, but I think in this conversation, it’s more productive to speak of his downfalls. He died when I was 15, and I was very close to him until then. He was so often smiling, and giving, and generous, and caring to everyone and anyone he met. But one of the most impactful things I remember is that he was severely depressed in the last 5 years of his life. As a child, I didn’t know what to do about it. Shit, as an adult, I wouldn’t know what to do.
If you feel depression creeping up, for the sake of your daughter - for the sake of your family - get help.
I miss my dad so much, and I hate that the dominating memories I have of him are when he was max depressed, or when he was in a coma.
I was diagnosed with Celiac disease about 15 years ago - had the endoscopy and then a couple of years later, had the blood marker test to verify. My reactions to eating gluten have not been consistent, and I don’t know what to make of it. More often than not, I get the diarrhea and bloating. Sometimes I get the nausea, but only once have I thrown up from eating gluten. Sometimes I get nothing at all (not as common, but it happens).
Then there was a period of about 1.5 years where I’d get random swelling in my face (usually in my eyes and lips), and hives. My sinus cavities would often get very swollen and irritated, too. But that suddenly stopped, and is no longer a symptom.
Been to a few different gastroenterologists over the years, and went to an allergy doctor when I was having all the facial swellings. Nobody was able to explain why I have such inconsistent reactions, but they are confident I have Celiac disease.
Maroon 5 - Songs About Jane.
They used to be so delightfully unique and funky. They’re just sellouts now.
A million dollars today doesn’t go as far as it used to.
Thanks for delivering!
Can you share it now?
skin dogs
I understand how you meant this, but my brain definitely came up with a terrifying mental image.
For me, money isn’t necessarily the issue. It’s family. I don’t want to live somewhere they’re not.
Project Zomboid community.
Michael Scott trying to explain his success as branch manager to David Wallace in The Office.
I picked up bouldering, and I highly recommend it! Its a great way to have fun while doing something active, and is fun solo, with a couple of people, or a larger group.
Idk why you’re getting downvoted. That was a solid reference
Why is the onus on everyone else? Generally speaking, I believe that if something is making someone upset/hurt, it’s on them to let the other person know that. Without deep, intimate knowledge of the other person (and honestly, even with that level of relationship), it’s hard to know when something that is ok to you is completely offensive to the other person.
And just for emphasis, this is my belief in general - not just in the context of misgendering trans peeps. I feel like it’s not fair to stay mad at someone for crossing a line they didn’t even know existed. I’ve applied this mentality to my marriage, and it’s honestly done wonders for improving my relationship with my husband and has opened up so much room for honest communication and building respect/trust in each other.
But there are so many different types of people in the world. How is someone expected to know that something is specifically offensive to one person, unless that person tells them?
I habitually refer to everyone as “dude”, but I certainly would stop calling someone “dude” if they asked me to stop. I know a lot of people feel the same way that I do, so please let it be known if you’re uncomfortable with certain terms. Sure, there are people that are going to be total assholes about it, but I’d say that’s a great indicator to steer clear of that person.
Cheez-It bottom crust, compact noodle/cheese interior, loose noodle/cheese top layer, crushed cheese Cheetos top border.