There’s not much in the subject of the title to start with, so we will keep this short and sweet, just like their physiques and dispositions.
A Chicana, a Mexican-American female, stopped by the blog and posted something really smart. I know, that doesn’t make sense. It’s not possible. Saying a Chicana said something smart is like saying a dog flew up into that tree over there and laid a few eggs in its nest. I mean, it would be so cool if it happened, but when does it?
No way is this an Hispanic female. A Chicana, sharp as a tack, not a lesbian? Forget it. Unless you are born in Latin America or from Latin America. If you’re born in the US, no way. They all got the norteamericano stupid from the EEUU.
I dated a really smart Chicana once, but she was a waste of time. Dominating, man-hating bitch. Not a lesbian, but might as well have been. A feminist. Some thing, without the dueling dildos.
Chicanas are hostile to feminism. With good reason, because feminism kills everything great about the Chicana. It kills most good things about women period, but it really KO’s the Chicana. Her strength is her upright refusal of feminism. She’s happy the way she is, in her place, and boy does it feel warm and nice and good.
I don’t know what it is about Mexican American and female. I mean, I love em to death, but brains? They do not have. Which is neither good nor bad, really. It just is, and all their other qualities make up for it. Even really smart Chicanas don’t have very interesting minds. Chicanos too. There’s something about Chicano culture that just grows moss and mold in the brain. It’s beautiful, like a lot of fungi, but there’s nothing to do with it but cook up some good food, pop open some beers and turn on the tube.
The Chicana intellectual? An oxymoron. The smart Chicana? They exist all right, but usually not impressive. Very conventional intellects, when they got em. A mind of 70 or 140 is subject to the same prison walls and leashes. Breach them, shrug them off!
Latin America? Whole other world altogether. For a lot of those South American women, we are back in Europe again, and the Conquista never happened. Even 1/2 Indian blood can’t kill the wandering and soaring Continental mind. The most suicidal and cringing social nightmares cannot lock it in. Instead, the worse the conditions, the greater the spark to light mental fervor.