Oh really now.
So do men call you a bitch or a n*gger bitch?
Do men put you on a pedestal because you’re a delicate flower or a delicate oriental lotus blossom?
Do men date you for your tits and ass or your spicy fiery chili pepper Latina tits and ass?
Do they brand you a whore or a me love time slut? Do the slurs thrown at you contain the weight of colonization, slavery, and cultural imperialism ON TOP of centuries-long patriarchal institutions? No? Is it always the first part of my questions? Then shut up.
just because you aren’t white doesn’t mean you don’t face the same struggles as everyone else. you seem to be a Democrat, and correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought democrats weren’t for the stereotyping of races? It’s true, Spanish girls have big butts. it’s in their genes (and their jeans). Black people were enslaved some 100-odd years ago. the truth is your race DOESN’T matter. so stop making it the biggest deal in the world. you aren’t the only races/women in the world who get called names, and maybe some women are branded as “sluts” or “whores” because they are. you are taking out some pent-up anger over something because you’re angry that maybe a white girl has the same problems as you and you don’t wanna face it? and in the wise words of Bill Cosby, the way to stop racism is to stop talking about it. stop making it a big deal that you aren’t white, because guess what, it isn’t! you and all your other self-victimized, dependent, irrational “women” are just crying out for attention. woman up! be independent and strong, stop victimizing yourselves!
Oh shut up. Grown folks are talking & you clearly don’t have a single clue.
Frida Kahlo, in a letter to her lover, the photographer Nickolas Muray, expressing her disdain for the members of the art scene in Paris. Much of the letter is too salty to reproduce on a family blog such as this one; in other words, a good read!
Frida Kahlo, Paris, France letter to Nickolas Muray, New York, N.Y., 1939 Feb. 16. Nickolas Muray papers, Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution.
This blog has never purported to be family-friendly in the least, so I have transcribed more of the letter:
“They have nothing to eat in their houses because none of them work and they live as parasites of the bunch of rich bitches who admire their ‘genius’ of ‘artists’. Shit and shit is what they are. I never seen Diego or you wasting time on stupid gossip and ‘intellectual’ discussions. That’s why you are real men and not lousy ‘artists’…all these people—good for nothing—are the cause of all the Hitlers and Mussolinis.”
“I rather sit in the market of Toluca and sell tortillas, than have anything to do with these ‘artistic’ bitches of Paris.”
“I met Marchel Duchamp (a marvelous painter) who is the only one who has his feet on the earth, among all this bunch of coocoo lunatic sons of bitches of the surrealists.”
YAAS HON-TEA!! MISS FRIEDA!!