I was there Wednesday, and it evoked many memories of a brilliant career cut short.
Three hours into Selena night at the Regent in downtown Los Angeles, Bidi Bidi Bom Bom starts playing.
I feel this deep, animal sense of belonging.
This is my song and I need to be on stage. I claw my way up to the stage and slip in a puddle of what is maybe human sweat.
The hands of my fellow Selena enthusiasts pull me up.
We do what we came here to do: we dance.
“Osea,” being pocho.
As the racial landscape of our country darkens, for the better, and Latinos become the majority, proving your pocho-ness will become a valuable skill for all gringos, whether Trump likes it or not.
Follow these three simple steps next time you need to pass as pocho.
Studies have shown the more pocho you are, the easier it is to get into law school, get that promotion or land that Hollywood role of a lifetime.
I was at a Dunkin’ Donuts in New York City grabbing coffee. After handing me my change, the Indian woman wanted to know where I was from.
This happens often — whether I’m at a restaurant, an adult video store or a funeral. Inevitably someone will ask, “What are you?”
They ask in a way as if I look like the Elephant Man.
And then I realize that their question is one about my cultural identity.