I'm convinced, as people... we are at our happiest in outdoor communal
spaces, eating food prepared in makeshift kitchens, sitting on sidewalks
or church steps with our friends and family taking in the lovingly
produced flavors and scents. We are at our happiest, when communally
laughing and clapping as part of a circle where age and gender don't
matter, while exchanging puns with performers who wash away our miseries
with daring political commentary and double entendre jokes. We
experience joy, when purchasing products made before our very eyes, by
talented friendly hands who offer a smile and a relationship along with
their goods. #fuckthemall Sunday, September 3, 2017
Fuck the Mall
I'm convinced, as people... we are at our happiest in outdoor communal
spaces, eating food prepared in makeshift kitchens, sitting on sidewalks
or church steps with our friends and family taking in the lovingly
produced flavors and scents. We are at our happiest, when communally
laughing and clapping as part of a circle where age and gender don't
matter, while exchanging puns with performers who wash away our miseries
with daring political commentary and double entendre jokes. We
experience joy, when purchasing products made before our very eyes, by
talented friendly hands who offer a smile and a relationship along with
their goods. #fuckthemall
So here I am, blogging about my Chicanx family's quest, to reclaim the power and tradition of our ancestral self directed education.
I'm a self directed life long learner by necessity, travel writer by passion and activist by conviction and need. We are learning to run our family life from the intersection of reclamation of ancestral traditions, practices and values, while prioritizing the achievement of social justice for our family and those around us.
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