I ran a booth at First Fridays Artwalk last night. Nothing too eventful happened except I got a nasty paper cut, and my finger was gushing blood for a bit. I had to get a napkin from the “Taste of Caribbean” booth and construct a makeshift tourniquet.
Then it was off to Casey Moore’s. Hung out with Adriane mostly. Stayed until close, and we walked to a Tempe house party afterwords….which was 99% Mexicans speaking either spanglish or mex-ebonics. There was a not a conversation to be had with anyone. It’s always depressing to show up at a party at a house where lovely things once took place and have it be just be unrecognizable spanish hip hop and riff raffy sort of gangster people. I’m pretty sure we were the only white people there. Not that that matters in itself, but it seems silly to import a barbaric foreign culture that still celebrates male chauvinism and where female intelligence is de-emphasized when we’ve just spent hundreds of years correcting such practices and have finally started to reach a respectable point of civilization. All that progress… down the tubes.
Tags: casey moore's, downtown phoenix, first fridays, male chauvinism, mex-ebonics, mexican culture, paper cut, progress, riff raff, spanglish, tempe scene
