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By Pauline Campos | 09/16/2013 - 14:10
Happy Hispanic Heritage Month, Dimelo readers!
Last week I told you all about me and my Heritage Month Virgin-ness. I'm new to celebrating the month recognizing the histories, cultures, and contributions of Latino Americans (and I'm not ashamed to admit it). Now that I'm here, though, it's guns blazin' on learning (and sharing) all I can in the my online column series devoted to All Things Latino American.
By Pauline Campos | 09/09/2013 - 13:27
I have a confession to make: I'm a Hispanic Heritage Month virgin.
That's right. Even though the month-long celebration recognizing the histories, cultures, and contributions of American Latinos began in 1968—and I was born in 1977, mind you—this is my first time showing up for the party.
Don't get your 'chonis in a bunch yet, my friends. I'm here now and I plan to use the four weeks between Sept. 15 and Oct. 15 to make up for lost time.
By Pauline Campos | 09/05/2013 - 10:15
By Pauline Campos | 08/26/2013 - 13:37
There's no easy way to say this, so I may as well just put it plainly: y'all need to just get over Miley Cyrus and her performance at the Video Music Awards.
I normally don't watch TV because twitter watches it for me. And my entire timeline was filled with horror and embarrassment for the former Disney star. It seems little Hannah Montana is now showing the world that she can, in fact, do what she wants...and the world doesn't like it.
By Pauline Campos | 08/20/2013 - 10:07
I used to think in Spanish. I used to tell stories about Mickey Mouse and magic and witches flying on brooms and pause only to ask my tia "como se dice dragons?" before continuing with my tale. Today I think in English and am fully aware of the thought-process in my brain as I work to translate what I want to say from English to Spanish as I’m speaking.
By Pauline Campos | 08/15/2013 - 11:02
My job is to give advice on love and life and relationships. My blogs are full of essays and stories that are meant to empower women and young girls to see the beauty in their reflections and love themselves as they are. My business cards say Giver of Solicited Advice and I like to refer to myself as a body image cheerleader.
But that doesn't mean I don't have bad days. Because I do.
I think you need to know that.
I also wait out the bad days because I know tomorrow, I get to try again. You need to know that, too.
By Pauline Campos | 08/06/2013 - 16:33
Okay. We need to talk.
First I want to know if you remember singing the words to the Star Spangled Banner in elementary school. I do.
Now I want to know how you feel about the onslaught of recent headlines about Twitter getting twitchy because Marc Anthony may or may not rolled his R's while singing "God Bless America."
That's UnAmerican, says Twitter. He has an accent when he says the words, says Twitter. Why isn't Kesha performing instead, says Twitter.
By Pauline Campos | 07/31/2013 - 11:15
I'm finally home from this year's amazing BlogHer conference in Chicago. I'm exhausted because attending the annual gathering of women bloggers is like trying to fit 50 years of wedded bliss into a four-day weekend: Amazing connections forged or strengthened. New friends. New information. New perspectives.
By Pauline Campos | 07/19/2013 - 11:15
Cultural identity is on the brain today.
I've been chatting about the topic with fellow bloggers Ananda Leeke and Dwana Delacerna, my co-hostesses for the MultiCulti Extravanganza, a party celebrating blogger diversity at this year’s BlogHer Conference in Chicago on July 25-27.
So I want to ask you, what is your own cultural identity and what do you celebrate most? And what part, if any, does ancestry play in the culture with which you identify?
By Pauline Campos | 07/08/2013 - 17:03
Dear Robert Martinez,
I come from a generation who grew up thinking that no child's birthday party was complete without at least one drunk Mexican sitting on a roof. We took our piñata entertainment portion of the festivities seriously. That meant blindfolds, spinning each kid three times and facing them the wrong way before sending them off with the baseball bat, while the drunk on the roof laughed hysterically as he mercilessly played with each child by baiting them into complacency before swiftly yanking the piñata out of reach.