That Feminist Dyke

ceepolk:

lightspeedsound:

hinahalikan:

I always feel like I have a lot of words to throw at the whole sugar skull/día de los muertos thing and at people who appropriate the most visual aspects of the celebration. But, every time I try to crystalize my thoughts, all I can think about is how somber and serious the holiday was for my family.

I don’t think people understand what the holiday feels like. Every time I see a jarrón with marigolds or a sugar skull, I just think about my great grandmother talking about the kids she lost or about my grandmother crying over my grandfather who died before I was born.

Yeah, the bread is tasty and the altars are beautiful. But, these kids never had to go to the cemetery and clean the headstones. You know? They don’t understand why the holiday is there for, to honor and remember the people we had lost—or who we never had the time to know.

It disgusts me that I’ll never have those feelings again and that I won’t have that day to reflect. Since it’s become a fad, I don’t even want to think about it. It’s just another thing people in this country have taken from me and from my memory.

reblogging because for some reason, Dia de los Muertos has become the new hipster holiday and people need to realize why painting your face like a skull is cultural appropriation if you are white. 

I blame world of warcraft.