Posts from Tasteful Rude
Tamales are for Eating, Not Walking
Of all the sounds you can wake up to in Mexico City, my favorite by far is the distant shout of the local vendor slowly approaching your street, yelling “tamales.”
Ethiopian Food as Divine Blessing
Some people self-care with a massage or a spa day. Me? I find the nearest Ethiopian restaurant.
Of Tacos y Heartbreak
Isabel Quintero and her ex-husband find the perfect tacos to eat at the end of their marriage.
WE WATCH THE GALAXY FROM OUR PORCH: DATING WHILE TRANS
With sadness, humor, and wit, trans writer féi hernandez pens a love letter to herself.
Writer Wendy C. Ortiz traces the development of her rebellious spirit and schools us in fascism’s ties to the Pledge of Allegiance.
HOLDING LIFE LIGHTLY: CRYBABY WILL DRY OUR TEARS
Miah Jeffra reviews Cheryl Klein's fertility and cancer memoir "Crybaby", an exploration of cancer, fertility, eating disorder, queer desire, and the self.
LEARNING TO THROW AXES
Horrified by the overturning of Roe v Wade, a Latina consoles herself with a re-imagining of Medusa and axes.
Tenderness teaches us that if we consider softness with enough rigor, if we consider ourselves with enough softness, a wound is a portal, not an end.
A battered woman makes a crucial deal with Dominican Jesus: if she could escape her abuser in order to spend time with her dying mother, she would learn to make flan.
LADY MONDEGREEN’S JUNGLE
In 1954 Sylvia Wright, an editor at Harper’s Magazine, wrote a piece for the magazine in which she recalls her childhood. Her mother would read the Scottish ballad “The Bonnie Earl o’ Moray” to her. Here is how young Wright heard the opening lyric:
MELODRAMA-RAMA: ABSORBING DELIGHT
The Telugu film RRR is an incredible mixture of genres, influences, and ideas: a historical epic with obvious ahistorical qualities, a combat-heavy actioner with exuberant song-and-dance numbers, a homosocial friendship drama with recognizably romantic montages. Strong notes of melodrama accent its potent blend.
I faked all of my book reports as a kid – I hated reading. I got good grades in my ESL classes only because of some natural ability with words. At least that’s what teachers said. Gifted. My ease with diction and syntax had less to do with natural ability and more to do with my growing ability to adapt. I was surviving.
THE DOCTOR’S TONGUE
Myriam Gurba maps her sexual miseducation in California schools, homes, and medical offices.