NOW BEFORE YOU GO JUDGING ME FOR BEING A WHITE GIRL DRESSING UP AS LA CALAVERA CATRINA, LET ME SPEAK MY PEACE.
Most people last night thought my costume was awesome. Most. Not all. I got some comments about cultural appropriation blah blah blah and I rather HATE to be the person that says “i’m different i’m different i’m different i’m SPECIAL” because EVERYONE thinks they are different. I’m not claiming to be different, I’m only INSISTING that you understand a few things about my upbringing that have influenced who I am today.
I attended a very small, private Catholic school in southern California K-8 grade and was THE ONLY white girl in my class, the predominant population being Mexican. It never struck me as anything, it simply just WAS. My teachers were Mexican, my best friends were Mexican, and in the cafeteria, we ate tamales, tostadas and tacos. I learned to speak Spanish. When I went over to my friend’s houses, their Mothers called me Mija and told me ghost stories about La Llorona. AND YES, every November 2nd we built an alter in the school entrance hall to honor Dia de Los Muertos, complete with sugar skulls we made in class and Marigolds from my classmate’s mother’s garden.
I’m not trying to justify my costume, I’m trying to justify your awful comments and embarrassing behavior. Trust me, I KNOW how to acknowledge race/class/privilege, but acknowledging it in this manner is MISGUIDED and a WASTE of your energy in this political/social/economic clusterfuck that is the 21st century. There are SO many things that demand your awareness and white people wearing Dia de Los Muertos costumes should NOT be one; criticizing people’s COSTUMES ON HALLOWEEN is a myopic approach to a completely massive problem and is frankly a cop out for any real action.
(I still had a great night).