While my Latino identity plays a huge role in defining who I am, I still have lots to learn about my culture.
The truck begins to take orders, doling out numbers with a rare friendliness.
Not that I’d ever judge a book by its cover, but the cheerful shade made a favorable first impression, and when I cracked it open and devoured its contents, it was exactly like sinking my teeth into a sticky, sugary slice of lemon meringue pie.
For once, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and Snapchat served a purpose aside from broadcasting personal content intended to garner meaningless likes and validation.
The breakup song is a staple in mainstream music. As long as there are songs celebrating new love, there will be popular tracks on the devastating end of it too.
Now approaching its 11th season and 10th year on air, “Drag Race” has become one of the most progressive shows on American television, exposing the rest of the world to queer culture in ways unimaginable since Showtime’s “Queer as Folk” and “The L Word.”
I never thought there would be a way to balance the mildly paradoxical concepts of cafes and expos, but hopefully this festival will prove me wrong.
When turning on music during a hookup, one runs the risk of ruining the entire event.
Due in part to conversations circulating in the social justice sphere and my “Gender, Media and Communication” course, topics of identity and femininity have been on my mind often this semester.
As a grimy-looking, hip-hop-loving white boy growing up in American suburbia, I fell in love with Mac at first listen.