I don’t want to get too serious with what’s proving to be a very lighthearted thread, but I’ve unfortunately seen it in many people. In the queer community, we get a lot of people who internalize the homophobic messages with which they’re raised. This brings us closeted people who strongly campaign for anti-LGBTQ laws while soliciting for anonymous sex in a variety of locations, but can also be as simple as actively seeking “straight acting” partners. It’s sad, but when the hegemony spends so much effort telling you what a vile person you are just for being yourself (orientation, gender, race, religion, whatever …) it’s not too surprising that some people do end up this way.
Personally, I’d love more taco trucks! (Or any of the other delicious food trucks suggested in this thread, really.)
I mean, what does one say to this, other than, "You promise?"
Though I have to say, I live in an area that’s primarily Mexican immigrants & children of, and there’s a real derth of taco trucks.
There’s a lady who occasionally protests against “illegal” (latinx) immigration at Union Square with a sign identifying herself as a legal (latina) immigrant. Sometimes I wonder if it’s partly her bitterness at the immigration bureaucracy taken out on the wrong person (when I was YOUR age, I had to fill out 10,000 forms, and memorize bizarre factoids!)
For an interesting take on the whole illegal Mexican immigrant thing, I recommend the not-all-that-terrific book Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain. When he’s not bragging about what a badass he is, he makes some interesting observations about what goes on in the back of the house at restaurants; according to him, virtually every big restaurant in America relies on a steady stream of Mexican prep workers and sous chefs who train in Mexico and make it to America through a-guy-who-knows-a-guy and use their time working in kitchens to work towards their green card.
As a native Californian one of the things I missed most when I spent a year abroad in Australia was the complete lack of Mexican food. (At least there wasn’t any to speak of there as of the late 1990s).
I was stoked to find jalepeño peppers at a supermarket one day and resolved to make some myself. The cashier didn’t recognize the produce and didn’t find it on her list when I told her what they were, so she called over the manager. He took one look and said “oh, those are jah-la-pennos.” That’s when I realized she’d been trying to look up the price under “H” instead of “J.”
First meal back home was In-N-Out, second was Mexican food.
That’s because they are living in fear of a Trump victory… mark my words, once Clinton comes to power in this rigged election (with the help of all 11 million undocumented immigrants she’s promised amnesty, a pardon, all the good jobs, and unfettered access to her office), those taco trucks will be there, forcing their tasty goodness down your gullet!
