Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Decking Othello

I love Barack. I love that he is – I think the oft-used word for him is… inspirational. I love his soaring rhetoric. I heard him speak in Oakland early last year and, yes, he can send you high on those hopes.

I love Edwards. I love that he stays on message and seems sincerely passionate about the poverty issue. Besides, he’s really cute and if I had the wherewithal to make a catchy youtube video, I would give Obama girl and Hillary guy a run for their money. Hey, why not a MILF crushing on John?

And Hillary? I find myself these days jumping to my heels with my fists in the air and a guttural shout of “YES!” whenever she scores one. Like that unexpected New Hampshire victory after being pronounced virtually DOA by the pundits. And that come-from-behind Nevada win despite the union non-endorsement. Oh, that “slum landlord in inner city Chicago” zinger? Whoa! That was a Thai kickboxer knockout – KAPOW!

I wrote in a previous post that I have two
sisters. Cora, the elder, is exquisite with creamy skin. Mayita, the younger, is cute with dainty manners. I was the dark one in the middle, skinny, with a Prince Valiant haircut, tomboyish, outgoing and naughty. While my own nuclear family never teased or heckled me, everyone else did. I was called “Ugly Duckling” and “Little Black Sambo”, among those nasty nicknames I remember.

One day, I think I was in third grade, while swinging on the parallel bars of the jungle gym, I heard a kid chanting, “Black Spider Monkey, Black Spider Monkey, Black Spider Monkey.”

I looked down and saw Othello Solis, this round-faced kid with scrawny knock-knees looking up at me, his hands cupped around his mouth. “Black Spider Monkey, Black Spi-”

With nary a thought of bodily harm, I scampered down fast and decked him good.

In your face, Othello!


blujay said...

Girls rule! :) You go girl! :)

Anonymous said...

Oh, my... that brings back memories. I was a similar type of kid, always a tomboy and hanging upside down from something. On top of it, my mother had my hair styled in a very short "pixie cut" ala Audrey Hepburn. We wore dresses to school every day and cannot count the number of times I was called a "little boy in a dress." But, like you, I just whacked the boys until the teasing stopped. I've also advised my daughter not to be a sissy, but to take matters into her hands and deal with bullies accordingly. Don't start the fight, but a good, hard whack with your lunchbox will teach them that they can't push or hit you. Usually takes only one time for the offender to get the message. She knew I would back her up completely, which meant explaining to the nuns! =)

Elena said...

It is good to be bilingual in times of human adversity! Nakanangtataymo, hetong sa iyo! And in the spirit of womanity when decisions are, indeed, gender-driven, you aim a torrid "kurot"!

babe said...

Sanctuary was looking at stars and clouds with the whisper of the breeze embrassing me and looking down at all uncomfortable situations while seating on a thick tree limb covered with dense fragrant leaves and flowering buds,pealing and eating mangos, guavas, star apples, santol or duhat,wishing for a tree house and flicking an occasional attack of the giant black and red ant! Their sting was not as painful as the teasing and false friendship that was all wasted as false hopes. A young girls combat with humans is better off slugging off all demons that she encounters in her life so as to move forward with wisdom as a student teacher. Damn, "I felt justified" slugging a boy in the face when he was bullying me and spat"puta-ina-mo(your mom is a whore), altough this was daily language such as damn and F--k. I think that when your a kid, you feel valient and hero-like..well that's what I thought of myself at that moment and sometimes still do now. Aren't we still dodging punches and breaking down barriers?
Even when it is self provoked?