Because Real Life is Better
Only at the beginning of the year 2021, and so far, what we have seen is unbelievable. When I look at my updates, I feel like I’m watching a bad 80s movie with bad Casting, lousy script, bad lighting. A movie that is so bad that it goes directly from being filmed to VHS
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Well, to be honest, 2020 was a year that had me question life’s purpose. Somehow simpler things in life became more important, and I still have my goals and big dreams, but I am aware that time is an allusion, and we pass through it with a different beat. So the following is a list of people that I am grateful for creatively. This year has taught me To be patient, a quality difficult for Latinas to learn ;). Well, I’m now 43. I live in Berlin. We are on our second lockdown due to the Covid breakout. I still feel that I am in a position to share my good fortune and to welcome help, health, and bouts of happiness through this strange pandemic. I compare my experience to know ones and I hope you find yourself flowing smoothly through your own rollercoaster. Enjoy the ups & downs!
Thank you for the challenges that you gave us in 2020 I have learned to become more active online. I am learning to have fun with the Internet something that is not of my generation. I am infusing my youthful soul my child like curiosity into what I do in my 40s. The pandemic has brought fear and uncertainty into our lives and yet we are able to transform this fear into hope and this uncertainty into a trust in the divine. I have begun to meditate more than ever before. But procrastination is still a big part of my daily life. Even when there is nothing to do how is this possible. I think my loyal companion Afreakola, for showing me had to take naps in the middle of the day how to roll my eyes and walk away and how to pair into a REM state.
I don’t know what tomorrow brings, but I know that beautiful people surround me at a distance with a mask. The Creative family continues to support and inspire me. That is my responsibility as an artist to continue to reflect on society and search for meaning in our connection. Anyone who comes close to me knows that my love is unconditional , and it does not change that I am an independent woman. I love many, and I have lost many, and I will continue to laugh. May this new year help you feel comfortable in your skin. May this new year bring small but significant changes to your soul. May this new year inspire you to break the mold and shine from within.
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Below the waist, that was a low blow. Remember to punch up. These are things I hear all the time in comedy. What happens below the belt? When did that saying begin? They say it happened in boxing. But I think Latino families have been hitting below the belt since forever. My grandmother would say the cruelest things like: My daughter’s children are my grandchildren, But son’s children, I question. My siblings and I are the children of her son. What why was she saying this to us. I remember it well we were in the bathroom getting ready for a day of school at this time; we were only three kids. A large family already, but hey Catholics = no condoms. So looking in the mirror, my sister and I fighting for space. My grandmother approaches with a smile and almost in rhythm “Las Hijas de Mis Hijas en Duda Nunca Estan.” She did not need to finish the rest. Wow, I looked in awe at my mother as she took that low blow and ignored it.
At this time, I considered her weak for not saying anything. for playing the part of oh what I heard nothing. Now That I am in my forties and I saw my grandmother last year on a visit to Colombia. I recalled her low blows through life as she sprayed me with Lysol and said that I could never be clean enough to be saved. My grandmother is 99 – 103; we don’t really know her exact age as she has been shaving off years, even in her nineties.. Vanity does not have an age limit. She now lives with her eldest daughter; they are two widows. Looking at me, they inquired, where was my husband. I told them that it is a long story for another day. And then proceeded to remind me that I am nothing without a man. So I looked at these two widows and asked, what does that make you? The anger in the room could be felt for miles. They mocked my career as a comedian and actress and reminded me that my tattoos are the devil’s markings. At this moment, when I was getting hit below the belt, I recalled my mother’s distant stare when they used to visit in our youth a stare that I now controlled too.
I still love visiting my grandmother and making her laugh. The generational pull and strength she had to be a single mom in NYC. I am so grateful to be part of these women. Women that can throw shade and love at once. Now I keep my roasts for comics, but I will say the strongest roasters below the belt. The heavy hitters are usually the ones that know you best. In my case, it is the strong women in my family! The outspoken auntie, the religious grandmother, the successful control freak sister. Your best friend. And a few good men (that hopefully are not mansplaining) So go with the flow. Share the love and walk away from those low blows unless you are roasting Bruce Willis
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