Mexican middle class is the worst, I despise the moment I was born in it, I hate it!! Don’t get me wrong middle class has it advantages, thanks to that I got an education, I had the time to go to concerts, movies and exhibitions. Sometimes I use my social capital in my favor, it is like knowing a secret code, and people recognize it, then you get what you want… but…but the values are just horrible. Those double standards, pretending to be someone else all the time ( I mean: I do that quite often, but for fun) not to humiliate or mark and make more clear the differences between us.

I have always being in the middle, never in one side, since I was born…I was born in Costa Rica and raised in Mexico, in Mexico I was the Costarican in Costa Rica I was the Mexican, my family is middle class, but I got to the point of not sharing their beliefs, but still enjoying the advantages. Currently I am a social anthropologist doing biocultural stuff as dear Tea said we are the transgenders of the Anthropology… always in limbo.


I am not afraid to say that I have lost my faith, true… this is the new me, I don’t believe in anything but LOVE. I don’t believe in any government, in any type of organization, in democracy, in any rule…nothing… and I feel so free. What I believe is that any kind order is going to be corrupted by power and violence. So my deal is, not until we decided to work for others willing to resign of ourselves, the fight would be lost.

I went out with my new Mexican friends, two beers and I was drunk, is the anemia I want to think, we were discussing the whole deal with the elections in Mexico, and after two beers I am not shy at all, so I shared my lost of faith with them, they pretended to listen to me and didn’t comment, but one of them took it personal and he was trying to convince me that the order is the way to live. He call me an anarchist, a communist don’t remember what more and the sad part is that I don’t even believe on those names anymore. The elections in Mexico are the perfect example of how classism and not wanting to look poor worked in favor of Calderon.

I am a daughter of the Revolution, don’t know exactly which one, but my life has encountered a reason in believing we can be better, more loving, more caring and more compassionate, I don’t study Anthropology to measure human beings, I study because the pain of others hurt me as if is mine, because I could recognize my own pain in others, I thought it may worth try to change the world. Maybe we haven’t found the means, maybe they are not the right ones, maybe is us?

This guy ended up telling me that I would look much better if I comb my hair and put make up on, what does he mean? I have make up on!!! Sweet Mexican middle class, with its stupidity, conditional love and hidden interests.

This probes my point, LOVE as corny as it sounds INCONDICIONAL LOVE, the kind of love that make you cry for no reason, that make you dream, that make you wake up, that make you legs weak, and that sometimes hurt so deep inside that you feel you are going to break into pieces…this LOVE is all what it matters…

Don’t you agree Dee?