miércoles, 29 de mayo de 2013

Boyz Boyz Boyz

Love MIA and her wicked style!

Can't sleep.  I'll write instead.  Is that ok with you reader?  As you can tell from the title, tonight's subject is all about people who own penises and identify as male.  Yuppers, boyz!  How the hell is this relevant to Cuba you ask.  Well....from the CIA World Factbook (jajajajaja!  CIA + Cuba = fun times:NOT), Cuba's sex ratio demographics breaks down into:

at birth: 1.06 male(s)/female
0-14 years: 1.06 male(s)/female
15-24 years: 1.05 male(s)/female
25-54 years: 1.01 male(s)/female
55-64 years: 0.91 male(s)/female
65 years and over: 0.82 male(s)/female
total population: 0.99 male(s)/female (2013 est.)

This pretty much tells us that if Cuba were to throw a prom (conservative prom, mind you) for everyone in the country, mas o menos, every girl could get a male date to accompany her. I have dibs on Fidel (even though he is a ruthless, oppressive dictator, and a megalomaniac, he'd be interesting to talk to).  Who would you go to prom with? 

As a young woman who is passionate about learning a bit about everything on this planet, I have many curiosities, questions, worries, and there are many things I do not understand about this world/ponder about late at night.  My top three include:
1. the meaning of life
2. Who let the dogs out?...Will we ever know seriously who did it or why?
3. The opposite sex and how to understand them. 



My Darling Poet: WW 


















Back to Cuba
Here on the island, there are all types of guys like there are elsewhere.  There are a lot of genuinely sweet, friendly guys but also a crap ton of creepy, annoying, overly aggressive guys (product of the Machismo culture~ overly sexually aggressive, high testosterone brand of sexism).  And it appears that most of the guys I've run into—and a lot of my female friends as well—have been proud members of the former group.
They whistle, drool, and bark anytime a young woman walks past them, especially if this young woman happens to have been born into a pale body covered with blond or light colored hair.  There's a name for them: PIROPO!

Exhibit A:














Exhibit B: 


Note: Cuba's piropos are persistent motherfuckers just like this this guy.  

I realize now that the way piropos in this country behave when they see my white female friends walking past them and they way they behave when they see me, a dark skinned black girl walking past is essentially the same.   The attitudes behind their behaviors are sexist ones.  As women, we are objectified.  Ridiculed if we do not look like the models on the magazine covers (models in an industry supposedly for women but highly influenced by the opinions of men—lol oh the irony!*).  Yet if we’re too physically attractive, our intellectual capacity is questioned. Clearly, having a vagina sucks for the most part and although I really can’t say that it sucks more or less here in this clearly Machismo culture, I can say that it sucks in a different kind of way.  But at least I can always wear a dress without society judging me...
*FYI: super interesting NYT article about male influence in fashion industry (http://www.nytimes.com/2005/12/08/fashion/thursdaystyles/08FASHION.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0

Luckily for me, for the most part, my interactions with piropos has only resulted in major annoyance and minor discomfort.  On the first week or so I was in the country, this gap toothed idiot I met in a paladar kept greeting me on the street.  
"Acuerdas de mi?" he would ask at first in Spanish and believing I couldn't speak Spanish upon my silence and confused look, in English "Remember me?" Over and over and over and over again like a broken record.  Honestly, I must have bumped into this guy like 5 times.  Always, I would ignore him cus I was almost always rushing to get somewhere but one day, I was in a really bad mood and I snapped: 
"Mira, dejame en paz!," I shouted at him in front of his friends.  He looked really sad and I felt horrible afterward because even though he was soooooooooo annoying, I found it entertaining that I always bumped into this guy randomly and he would always say the same thing.
Coincidentally, the last week or so I was in Cuba, I bumped into him as well.  He can follow me to the pits of hell but always, I'll ignore his silly looking face.  Well at least he didn't call me "linda".  Most unoriginal piropos do this.  Its been odd the last couple of days walking around in public in New Jersey where thus far, I have gotten no comments pertaining to my physical characteristics.  Actually, I decided to leave the house with my dad and my sister today.  My cousin braided my hair in the stupidest style ever and I put on engine red bright lipstick and wore hot pink tights, shorts, and boots (Fashion police, arrest me now!).  Funny enough, not a comment from anyone.  I love that about America suburban NJ culture.  You can parade the streets looking like a moron and people will just look at you (judging away in their minds and laughing at you behind your back) but no one  most people don't have the guts/care enough to say a thing to your face.  In Cuba or in Ghana, someone would most definitely come up and freely start a conversation with you about what on earth caused you to leave the house looking like a hot mess.  

So the worst experiences I had with the piropas where two instances when two random guys masturbated in my presence (once when I was all by my lonesome sitting in a movie theater and the other also in a movie theater with some girl friends from Germany).  This is actually a common thing that has happened to a lot of women both Cuban and foreign.  Dark movie theaters, along el Malecon in the wee hours of the morning, and just on the street during early mornings or late at night are just some places where these twisted assholes feel its acceptable to just whip out their dicks.  Clarification: Yeah....public masturbation = not cool.  Why the police don't arrest/fine them?  No clue.  

Carta a un piropo: Letter to a Piropo aka My Diatribe
Querido Piropo,
 Te odio, coño.  Cada vez yo camino por estas calles, tus ojos me siguen.  "Linda, linda, linda" me gritas como si eso fuera mi nombre.  Mira, no tengo un novio pero no estoy desesperada tanpoco, ok? No te querio.  Porfavor, no me toca ( en serio, sueltame!) y busca un trabajo o haga algo con tu vida. Entiendes?  Bueno, chao por siempre!  


Maluca-El Tigeraso: Love the scene where all the guys are all over he and she's like: "Dudes, chill." 

Of course this isn't to say that every Cuban guy is a piropo because I would say that the great majority aren't.  Trust me, if piropos ruled the country, it would be unbearable and no one would ever have sex because with pick up lines like the one's I've heard I'm 99.9% sure that piropos don't get any.  I once had a conversation with someone (a Cuban artist) about his country's machismo culture and he explained to me that all the Spanish and African blood running through the veins of Cuban men makes them go crazy for sex.  Ummmmm, probs not a scientifically provable hypothesis and something that I really don't buy.  Everyone likes sex-not just Cuban guys.  Heck, if sex were to go to any high school, I'm sure he/she would be the most popular kid ever!  He/she would win a Nobel Peace Prize as the the diplomat that made peace between the geeks and the jocks, blacks and whites, Muslims and Jews, and Donald Trump and Rosie O'Donald.  As human beings (we can deny it as much as we want), but sin duda, we are sexual beings...unless you identify as asexual. Its just natural cus without sex, we wouldn't exist as a species. My beef isn't with sex but rather, the absurdly annoying/unjust objectification of women as a result of PATRIARCHY that manifests itself here on this island and outside its borders.  Like seriously, dude, stop hitting on me.  Don't touch me.  And when it comes to sex, no means no in whatever language, in whatever instance, in whatever state of mind I may be in, and regardless of what I am or not wearing. Comprendes?   K, chao for now!  

-Paz, amor y felicidades!
Besitos!!! <3 (por todo el mundo excepto los piropos!!!)  :-P 

Also, I feel bad that I haven't been putting up more pics from my trip.  I promised you a tumblr page and a tumblr page I shall deliver but as of right now, my computer (where most of my pics are stored) refuses to cooperate.  Whyyyyyyy??!! (*crying into the heavens).  But don't you worry that pretty little head of your's, I'll fix it, gosh darn it!  XD  But in the mean time, here are a bunch of rando pictures I took with my phone which albeit, not products of my sweet ass Cannon T2I will suffice for now.  

From Carlos Tercero: a mall bursting with Capitalist activities

From the May Day Rally where people held a bunch of signs praising Socialism and declaring that it will live 4eva! 
On the wall of a building next to a movie theater. Translation: "Now, without my eyes, I can't cry." jajajaja!

Translation: "If I were Columbus, I would sail day and night to reach the depths of your heart." : Piropos, take note, cleaver pick up line! 



Building in Vedado 

Awesome Che graffiti 

Examples of the wood carvings done by my artist friend.  They are incredibly massive pieces of work like 3-5 feet and touch on nature, humanity and our destruction of our environment and as a consequence, our own beings.  So amazing!


Chillin with my babe!


lunes, 27 de mayo de 2013

Meh!

Reader, help!  I'm having an existential crisis. :/  Here I sit on the carpet in my comfy family room, music pouring into my ears (Here Comes My Baby -- The Tremeloes), trying to think of something to write, something to say, something to do with myself.  And sooooo fuckkkkkking jittery.  Ugh.  My head's throbbing a bit. Maybe its dehydration but actually, I've been drinking lots of water as of late.  Where do we start, my darling reader?  Where did we leave off?  Should we even go forward?  

Formal Apology 
I'm sorry for leaving you hanging there at the food post but it honestly couldn't be helped.  My computer more or less gave out on my last two weeks left in Cuba.  Technology's a bitch ain't it?  Just when you need it the most, it lets you down.  But at last, its all good, I'll fix it.  I'm using one of the other computers at my house to write to you.  Reader, you know me.  I'm no quitter.  We started this together and I'll make sure we end it together as well.  You didn't come here to read about food...

Last 3 Days

Hoy:Today
Memorial day.  I woke up at like 5:30 cus I couldn't sleep anymore.  I'm feeling off today.  After crawling out of bed, I made oatmeal and pancakes and turned on the tv to watch some BBC.  I missed a story on kids learning ballet in Havana since I was channel flipping during commercials.  Does that happen to you?  Just when you hear about something or do something, it seems to come up everywhere.  

Ayer: Yesterday  
As you may know, I'm back in Sayreville, NJ.  I didn't leave the house for the last two days.  I can do that here and honestly, I'm kinda afraid to go outside at this point.  Walking through the Miami International Airport and then Newark were shocking enough.  So much stuff.  So much technology.  And hearing English everywhere feels strange.  I got back to NJ Sunday at midnight.  Waiting for my dad and my sister to pick me up, I had a conversation with a woman from the Santo Domigo in the Domincan Republic.  She was visiting her son in NJ and needed to borrow my phone to call him to let him know that she had arrived.  For a night on May 25, it was pretty damn chilly and therefore, she didn't want to step outside the airport to go looking for him.  Anyways, after a bit, her son showed up and not long after, so did my dad and my sister. 
 I adore my papa.  He's kind of my hero.  Our friendship is built on this mutual understanding that we are both stubborn, argumentative, and passionate about what we believe it.  He's my go to foreign policy, politics, history and debate buddy.  And often, when I'm away at school, I make sure to call him to chat about the ongoings of this crazy cool world of our's.  It was tough not hearing his comforting voice-always full of advice-- for so long but now that the summer's here and I'm home again, we can continue bonding over political news and chatting.  

Sabado: Saturday
My last day in Havana was like nothing I ever imagined.  We were supposed to be in the airport by noon.  Good thing I decided to be smart for once and not wait until the last minute packing.  I spent a good chunk of that morning running around delivering gifts to people and eating lunch at my favorite paladar--I place filled with some sweet memories.  I visited a clinic where one of my Cuban friends works (her parents immigrated to this country from Vietnam and her sister and grandmother live in the states).  She's such a spunky, sweet person with this infectious laugh and before I left, I wanted to give her a bunch of clothes and these sassy hot fire engine red heals I never had the guts to wear. Lolz!  When I daydreamed about my life here, I though I would need these shoes to salsa with some hot Cuban guy.  Very funny considering:
1.  I trip over my own feet/ fall climbing upstairs-Dancing in heals is a feat for my feet! ;)
2.  I don't wear heals normally so why begin with such an uncomfortably high pair
3.  Most of the hot Cuban guys are in relationships with hot Cuban girls/hot foreign girls 

Also: I actually didn't take the opportunity to learn/dance salsa in a club like I planned.  Whoopsadaisy! :/  Instead...
That morning-like 6:30ish- I found myself sitting in a taxi with my German friend (I adore this girl soooooo much!  and will most def be visiting her in Alemenia when I get the chance) and two Cuban guys we met at a party.  For 3 hours (from 3am-6am), I danced my sorrow, angst, and fear away to electronic music.  I had no clue that I had this in me.  Sweet, responsible me going out at the witching hour (3 am is when all the freaks, thieves, and perverts in this world come out to do their mischievous activities) and dancing until the wee hours in the morning.  But I had an amazing time and even though I don't think I could do it every weekend, its something I'll most def do again!  :p 
But anyways, I made a pinky promise with one of the guys we met--a BMX biker/musician of some sort--that I would be back in Havana.  You know with pinky promises, if you don't keep the promise you loose the finger.  Therefore, for him, my Cuban mom, my Cuban cousin, and all the friends I left behind, I have no choice but to go back somehow.  I have to try to get in touch with everyone to let them know I got back safe and sound.  

From here..
For you love, I'll finish tying up loose ends.  I want to spend this week filling you in on some important cultural, historical, current affairs, and other tidbits about Cuba-all from my perspective of course.  And with the prodding by my kid sister, I've made a tumbler and will be posting the beastly pictures I took! Yay for photo sharing!!! ;)  


  Also, here's some Nancy for you!  Nancy Ajram turns the worst of days into happy ones! 
Paz, amor, y alegria! 
-Besitos! <3

jueves, 9 de mayo de 2013

La Comida


Ñam-ñam, ñam-ñam,ñam-ñam!  I’m a really big fan of food. Loretta=foodie. :D They say (technically I say and since I don’t feel like doing any research right now, let’s just make it a fact--haha! Call me Fox news or CNN or a lot of our mainstream news media) our food preferences come from the type of food we ate growing up.  I was raised on a Ghanaian diet since as a child my Ghanaian parents fed me the food they bought from the market and cooked in our kitchen.  Although I was force fed fufu (a sticky ball made out of mashed cassava (yucca) and eaten with soup), I HATE fufu.  Actually, I HATE anything I can’t chew because I believe only old people and babies should consume foods like fufu and mashed potatoes since these foods don’t require teeth.*  Maybe when I’m 107, I’ll like fufu but right now, I like to use my teeth to chew, crunch, and munch!  My top favorite foods are therefore.. 

Food I can eat pretty much all day errday:
1.      Rice (arroz)—I like my rice crunchy and soft at the same time but if you serve me a bowl of rice, there will be none left by the time I’m finished with it.   
2.      Cashews!---Omagawd, omagawd!!  If you buy me a bag of cashews, we’ll be best friends 4eva.  Honestly, I LOVE nuts (fruto seco/nuez)—in the traditional sense of course (not to be confused with testicles or crazy people).  Walnuts, macadamia nuts, Brazil nuts…you name the nut and I’ll probs like it.  Buy my favorite nut is totally the cashew nut. 
3.      Fish (pescado)—YUM!  Especially the grilled tilapia my mom makes. 
4.      Veggies (vegetales)—seriously, I should single out a couple (broccoli, spinach, onions) but I enjoy any veggie product since they are so damn yummy. 
5.      Fruit (fruta)—Agghha! Mangos, Pineapples, Guava, Blueberries…+ every fruit ever!  Ñam, ñam, ñam!!! Mouth dripping yum! The tartier, the better! ;)
6.      Bread (pan)—If I could travel the world and just eat bread from different countries, my life would be probably the greatest life a single human being has ever lived.  Also, I would have to roll from point A to point B instead of traveling vertically.  But I don’t play when it comes to bread…so this just may be worth it!

*Note: Fufu is generally eaten with a soup made out of veggies and meat so yeah, technically, you need to chew the stuff that comes with the fufu but the fufu itself is just rolled up into itty bitty balls and swallowed with the soup. 


K.  Now that I’ve written this, I’m supper hungry!  Ugggg, tengo hambre.  But it’s all good since I can step down for dinner later. 

Fufu with some kind of meat: You should try it for your self.  Don't let my bias influence you!

Fun Fact
 Hey reader, if you’re coming to Cuba for the culinary experience, you should stop in your tracks and go somewhere else, like France or whatever.  Yuppers, for the most part, the food here is pretty much composed of bland, white, empty carbs.  I mean yeah, number 1 and 6 on my list is pretty much all I eat here in addition to 5 of course (this is a tropical island and OMG don’t even get me started about the succulent mangos, piña, and GWYABA=gwava I’ve enjoyed here).  Although the food is considerably cheap and filling, apart from rice and bread the options are very limited.  But this island (whose history and economy come from sugar) will more than satisfy your sweet tooth!! And although the variety of fruits may be limited as well (depending on where you are...this has been my experience in La Habana), the quality of the fruit is beyond mouth watering!  The following is what I mainly eat during the week and other stuff that’s offered...


Menu from a Paladar/Restaurant/on the streets/etc…  
Food:
·         Arroz morro/Arroz Cristiano (rice with beans) + something else (some type of meat, egg, cabbage, tomatoes, yams, sweet potato )--A friend mentioned that it is sometimes called Cristiano because the Moors (people of North Africa)= Beans and the white Spaniards/Christians=rice ~ $25 mondeda nacional=$1 USD
·         Tortilla (egg sandwich)— plain/with onions, tomatoes/ham fried eggs on a plain, white, empty carb piece of bread~>$8 moneda= less than $0.50 USD
·         Pizza (with toppings: tomatoes, onions, sometimes tuna, olives)—there are some many places that sell personal pizzas with thin crusts and this very different tasting/looking cheese~$10MN
·         Pasta~$15MN
·         Tostones=fried green plantain!~$12 MN
·         Ajiaco=yummy soup made out of different meats, veggies invented by the indigenous population
·         Junk food: baked goods are real yummy and super cheap.  There are a bunch of vendors who sell stuff like guava filled pies, cupcake thingys filled with coconut, cookies filled with coconut and guava and sooo much other yummy treats.~$3 MN
·         Ice Cream: one word: Coppelia!!!!!!! That’s all I can say.~$5 MN for 5 giant scoops of sinful ice cream at Coppelia...after waiting in the ridiculously long line of course. 



Drinks:

·         Batido—(fruit or chocolate) smoothies <3 : less than $5MN
·         Jugo de (Gwayaba, mamay, naranja, etc)—Juice (Guava, some type of melon, organge): $3 MN
·         Coffee—come in an itty bitty cup but the coffee is so strong its like taking a shot of caffee ($1 MN no less than $3MN) sooo cheep!
·         Alcohol: run (rom), piña-colada, mojito, +many many others : mostly in CUC or the converted currency that is more or less the equivalent of $1 and generally, drinks can be found for less than $5 CUC (bottled ones in convenience stores, gas stations)



Other Food I can buy but choose not to
·         Burgers~$15 MN
·         Hotdogs~$5 MN
·         Ham Sandwiches—soooooo many ham sandwiches =$10 MN


 

 



Vegetarianism
Honestly, I’m not that much of a carnivore.  I don’t eat beef since I think cows (besides horses) are some of the cuiet, smartest, coolest, most chill creatures out there.  I also hate the taste of hamburgers and haven’t had one in years.  Purty much, the only meat things I eat are chicken and fish.  I like the taste of chicken but I could probs live without it.  What I CANNOT part with is fish. Ñam, ñam, ñam oh how I love fish.  But if I wish to practice what I preach and dedicate myself to eating as conscientiously as possible, I should part ways with fish when I return to the states since our oceans are over fished and fish farming is a screwed up process to mass produce other sentient beings.  But yeah, as of right now, my stomach dictates for me therefore, whenever I get fish on my plate, I’m super happy. 
It seems that most people aren’t vegetarians/vegans* here and it’s kind of hard to eat this kind of diet since almost all the main dishes are made with meat (especially pork).  Even arroz morro has chunks of pork mixed into it.  This was also the case in Ghana.  Most people like to have meat with their food in some kind of way. Hypothesis: the growing popularity of vegetarianism/veganism is something that has mainly taken place in countries in North America and Europe as a result of our inhuman food industry.  But don’t quote me on that.  This is just an observation I’m making based on the documentaries I’ve watched, the animal rights groups I’m familiar with, and my friends who are vegans or vegetarians.   
So…I’d like to give vegetarianism a swing.  I did pescetarianism (veggies+fish: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pescetarianism) for like 4 months or so and really liked it.  Having a limited option when it came to food choice really made me take my food more seriously. 

I feel like my food options are very limited here (unless I go to the places that only serve meals in CUC )  but it’s frustrating that a variety of vegetables can't really be found so easily.  Maybe its because most of my meals are at my residency and even though I'm paying so much for them, the quality of the food isn't that great.  It feels like my freshman year when I was forced to eat the expensive but unappetizing meal plan.  I hate being ripped off.  Waaaaahhhh! I miss spinach, broccoli, and so many other veggies! 

I wonder why Cuba doesn’t have a lot of the produce I eat in the States?  Hmmm…could the embargo have something to do with this?  I’ll get back to you on that one since I’m not feeling like doing research right now!  :P 


Note:
It just may be impossible to be a vegan here unless all you want to eat is bread.  And I’m not a certified nutritionist but I’m pretty the daily nutrients one needs to function don’t come solely from bread!  



 

I made this with a friend in her apartment: Rice, turkey stew, and fried sweet plantain!

Hypothesis: Topical fruits and veggies can be found in places where a tropical climate permits!

Taste of Home
The following foods are things I'm familiar with since they are staples of the Ghanian diet: a super spice, yummy, and pretty healthy diet (main staples: rice, cassava or yucca, plantain)
-rice and beans
-plantain (red, yellow, green)
-fruits (mango, pineapple)
-yams
-sugar cane
-chocolate*: interesting fact--In Ghana and Cuba, its easier to find the cocoa plant (where chocolate comes from) than an actual chocolate bar.  I'm pretty sure that even though Ghana was at one time, the world's largest exporter of cocoa and today still ships a crap ton of cocoa to be produced as chocolate in the factories of the industrialized world, the country doesn't produce its own chocolates.  Actually, when I was there last summer, my cousins really wanted me to bring them chocolates and sweets.
  In Cuba as well, a couple people have asked me for chocolates like M&M's and Hersey or whatever because they are pretty expensive here (like $10 CUC= a month's paycheck for the people who work in the residency I live in).  Even though one can find chocolate bars in Baracoa, the texture isn't as rich and decadent as the chocolates in the super markets in the US. 

*Fun Fact: Not actually that fun, kinda sad actually 
Even though Ghana exports a crap ton of cocoa to the factories of the industrialized world where it is processed and made into the chocolate we all love oh so much, child labor and the exploitation of workers are common practices.  I watched a documentary about this with my parents and my sister a while ago but I've forget the title.  For you reader, I've found another  Youtube clip.  I didn't screen it myself  it won't load on my computer so I apologize if it isn't that good...

The Challenge to Make Chocolate Child Labour Free
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRG6NMVKHDs

Take Away
I admire vegans and vegetarians for their dedication to eating conscientiously.  What we put into our bodies is oh so sacred and I think it takes a lot of guts to say: "You know what, I'm not going to eat this meat product because the animal that I'm devouring suffered great cruelty and as a fellow sentient being, I won't partake in this corrupt and inhuman food industry."  But I also think its important that vegans, vegetarians, pescatarians, carnivores, bread eaters, whatever know where their food comes from and learn about its supply chain.  Because after all, people matter more than chocolate and yes, more than animals.  Although animal rights is important it is clear that: Human rights > animal rights!

Eat conscientiously and stay healthy!




--Peace, love, and happiness!  PS: Can I have a bite?*

Besitos <3
 

*Note: My nickname at home is Madam Bite since at home, whenever anyone is eating something yummy I want to try, I walk over to them and as sweetly as I can, I say: “Can I have a bite?” ;)

Boniato=Yam!

I've had this argument so many times with various people.  For some odd reason, a lot of people confuse yams with sweet potatoes.  As a fan of both plants, I just want to clear up this misconception.  http://homecooking.about.com/od/howtocookvegetables/a/sweetpotatodiff.htm

Also, this sentence irks me sooooo much:
"The word yam comes from African words njam, nyami, or djambi, meaning "to eat," and was first recorded in America in 1676."

There is no such thing as an "African word" because repeat after me: Africa is a CONTINENT not a country.  Within this CONTINENT, there are many countries ( 54=recognized countries http://jfmaho.wordpress.com/2010/12/30/how-many-countries-are-there-in-africa/).  Within these countries, people may or may not speak different languages.  Ghana's national language for example is English however there exist numerous other languages as well (AkanEweDagomba (Dagbani),DangmeDagaareGaNzemaGonja,Kasem for example).  So bam, African isn't a language.  Would anyone ever say, that the word stems from a European word?  No!  They would make the distinction as to which European language--you know French, Spanish, German, etc. So get your facts straight!
http://www.infoplease.com/askeds/countries-africa.html