Many of you won’t know the spectacular Olga Breeskin, a burlesque dancer-turned-violinist, because you’re not dirty old men or bored housewives (I think), but allow me to fill you in: Olga was the daughter of Elias Breeskin, a famous Russian composer and violinist, and she kicked off her campy career back in the ’70s as a performer and “fichera” movie (Mexploitation) actress. She used to be incredibly beautiful, and, just like many of her comrades (Lyn May, Wanda Seux, Sasha Montenegro), would do a lot of hedonistic shit (sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll) until the late ’80s and early ’90s, when many of her brethren either died or faded into obscurity.
(Good times, those were.)
But sometime in the last decade Olga turned Christian and, oddly, moved from Mexico to Las Vegas. Since her relocation, Olga mostly stuck to playing her violin, a talent she picked from her dad, on daytime television shows, private concerts, and churches.
I hadn’t seen anything about Breeskin in a while until today, when I noticed she was recently a guest on Ventaneando, one of my favorite gossip shows. As expected, Olga’s hilarious, engrossing personality — now there’s a real comadre, if I ever saw one — completely took over Ventaneando. She’s the one hardcore Christian I would be friends with because I could never tire of hearing Breeskin talk about her son, a metal head, the fight she’s been having with Juan Gabriel (another hilarious comadre), and the “very serious death threats” she used to get.
Don’t take my word for it. If you understand Spanish, render all your attention to this captivating, Kate Bush-looking woman:
Oh, right. Old-school Mexicans humiliate their children by pretending they don’t exist.
I’ve been visiting my mother, and all of our immediate family, for the last week. They’re old-school, rural Mexicans. The kind who always offer food, even if they hate you.
I’m in my mid 30s now, and have been living on my own since I was 18, so at our gatherings I get a proper adult seat at the table. They listen to what I have to say, but it wasn’t always like that.
It’s not like that for my younger relatives, either. At family reunions, I see them out of the periphery of my eye. They’re trying to get a word in, but those older Mexicans won’t allow it. Why would they? What have those mocosos (snot-nosed kids) done to deserve anybody’s respect? Did they pay for their food? For the roof over their head? For their car, gas, clothes? No? Then they don’t exist.
Yes, they’re physically there, but unless they can prove their worth through monetary independence, they’re no one. If they try to make their voices heard, they’ll be silenced by a death stare, or an abrupt change in conversation.
If they persist, other humiliations will be flung at them, such as being asked to do something entirely meaningless, just like their opinion. “Vete a ver si ya puso la marrana” (go see if one of the pigs laid an egg) is a classic. My grandma had one of the most bizarre just-get-the-fuck-out-of-here phrases, which I’ve never heard elsewhere: “Vete a descular hormigas” (go chop the asses off ants).
I know these Mexicans sound like assholes, but they’re like that because they believe in resilience, not fragility. Giving encouragement to a mentally and physically healthy person seems redundant to them. Those people already have all they need to succeed, they’ll think.
To gain their respect, at the very least a person will need to become self-sufficient. That’s how you earn the right to sit with them. Either you’re with that, or you’re not there at all.
“Trump Dating” site doesn’t want the gays, but allows the “happily married” to join
You can even be mad at Trump Dating, a new website for lonely — or not so lonely, but just promiscuous — maganogamous people. It’s a perfect representation of their cherished administration, since it’s also homophobic — it only allows “straight” women or men to sign up — and, just like Trump, it’s all about adulterous relationships:
“When you kick off the process of starting a profile, you get two options for labeling yourself — ‘straight man’ or ‘straight woman.’
Yet according to Trump Dating’s rather strange drop-down menus, married people are welcome. For a relationship status, the site offers options like ‘have a significant other,’ ‘happily married,’ and ‘unhappily married.'”
And since no self-respecting republican-specific dating site should exist unless it takes an issue with race, Trump Dating allows their users to be super specific about their genealogy:
“The ethnicity options also seemed oddly specific. In addition to the typical categories, the site includes choices like ‘Scandinavian,’ ‘Polynesian,’ ‘Eastern European,’ ‘Western European,’ ‘Mediterranean,’ and ‘Eskimo,’ a term used to label the indigenous people of Alaska, Canada, and Greenland that is considered offensive and inaccurate.”
OMG, you guys. There better be a second menu where users can identify which of the five Aryan subtype races — Nordic, Mediterranean, Dinaric, Alpine, and East Baltic — they belong to. Otherwise the server room of this Trump Dating is gonna get tiki torched.
Culture3 weeks ago
Calm the f*ck down with your “Despacito” Grammy outrage. It’s not that serious.
Culture4 weeks ago
Dating a Latina from another country gives me the right amount of separation from my culture
Culture3 weeks ago
Just because I’m not dating a Mexican doesn’t mean you shouldn’t
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