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8 years ago

it’s genetic you buttswaffer

http://www.popsci.com/science/article/2013-06/fyi-are-people-born-tolerance-spicy-food

http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/anthropology-in-practice/why-do-some-like-it-hot/

well obviously all those non whites know it’s genetic. that, I supposed it’s scientiflcy proven some races can handle spicy food better than others.

which reminds me, didn’t some people used to think some races processed pain differenty? that they had a higher tolerance, or perhaps they were to primitive, making it like when some ask “can a clam feel pain?”

do some races feed their babies super hot food? do they give their children spicy food if they need yucky medication, while white people use sugar?

and what about the rare white person who does like hot food? are you going to call it cultural appropriation?

for a website that has people say shit like “PSTD from past lives as a cartoon character is valid” you all should know better

also

http://www.news.cornell.edu/stories/1998/03/food-bacteria-spice-survey-shows-why-some-cultures-it-hot


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3 years ago

2pm Poem

Circle White

I came across the question

Circle if you identify as white or African American or American Indian

or Latino or Hispanic

We all have, this time I stopped to think about it

I grew up white

My skin is white I look and speak white

But my grandma, my nana, looks Hispanic

Looks Mexican but she also talks white

I remember asking her what it was like for her

Growing up

She told me stories about her family how her

Dad would work so much how he had a firm hand

Her mom would stay at home and cook

How one time she opened the oven and

Saw a lamb’s head cooking

(terribly scary I was told)

My favorite stories are

When she talks about seeing her parents dance

around the kitchen before dinner

Where she learned to make tamales

Standing around the tina

Watching it slowly empty

Laughing and joking with

Family

But when I look at movies today

I see the celebrations

The quinceaneras

The dia des los muertos

The legends, the family

That they have and I wonder why my nana

Didn’t tell stories like that

Why she doesn't have them

My great-grandma, my grand-nanny, was half Hispanic

(Mexican) half Native American

(Apache Indian)

My great-grandpa (dead before I met him)

Was Mexican

They did all they could

To raise their children Caucasian

(white)

My grand nanny

Didn’t celebrate the day of the dead

She didn’t have an ofrenda

She didn’t throw her daughters

A quinceanera

She wasn’t Mexican enough

She didn’t want her children treated

Like Mexicans

My nana married white

White as can be

Red hair and freckles white

Her kids were whiter in turn

They had a large family

Six kids

They lived in a small town

Never treated like they were less

My mom married white

Utah white

So I came out white

So strikingly white

I grew up white

But no matter how white I am

Some heritage peaked out

Some things refused to be smudged away

Tamales made as a family

Made in mid-December

The hands that touched the masa

Not allowed to leave without risk

Of ruining the whole pot

Making dozens upon dozens

Of pork, chicken, cheese, sometimes sweet tamales

To freeze and have on Christmas or Easter

My heritage Is enough

I’m not saying it isn’t

I just look at what I could

Have had. At what I am missing

Because my great-grandparents were

Boiled down to a color

A color they didn’t want to force

On their kids

So I look at the question

Circle if you identify as white or African American or American Indian

Or Latino or Hispanic

And I want to circle Latino, circle Hispanic

But my skin, name, speech is white

I am treated white

So even though I wish it was different

I circle white


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