One of the many great things about being multilingual is that you get to read your media in their original language, without having to resort to translations (which can be terrifying). And that is why, for example, I like to read The New York Times in, well, English.
However, judging from the above ad that just popped up on my Facebook feed, I might be giving their Spanish-language version a chance.
I mean, who can resist an invitation to “analyze the world” with the promise of colorful gay parades and men hugging men while wearing a sombrero?
I don’t know about you, but I spent a pretty good chunk of my youth dancing like a maniac to the ridiculous tunes of Locomía, the Spanish 80s pop band formed by four flamboyant fashion students who wore makeup, outrageous outfits and couldn’t go anywhere without a giant hand-held fan.
Well, if you are among the unlucky who never met them, Sprint is bringing them back (sort of) in its latest Spanish-language campaign created by ALMA in Miami.
Below is the commercial that debuted on Friday — though you might want to watch some of their original non-commercial work and this blogger’s favorite (also below.)
In these “interesting times,” in which the most important diplomatic decisions are made on Twitter, it’s only fitting that the only person that seems qualified to repair the much damaged U.S.-Mexico relation is… a television comedian.
Sí, señor. Conan O’Brien, who jumped to this blog’s fame with his telenovela Noches de Pasión, will be taping an entire episode of his TV show in Mexico, using an all-Mexican staff, crew, guests and studio audience.
The goal? Apparently to investigate if such a barbaric country can produce more than just criminals and rapists.
Conan Without Borders: Made In Mexico premieres Wednesday, March 1st on TBS and this blogger cannot wait!
Estrella Jalisco, a beer brand you’ve never heard of (and one you should probably never drink) has decided to make its U.S. debut by pitching its own idea of “mexicanidad,” namely turning a regular American neighborhood into an animated fiesta, complete with charros, mariachis and papel picado.
The spot is as bad as you could expect from a “Mexican” beer concocted by Anheuser-Busch InBev, purveyors of everything but “mexicanidad.”
Yes, the “vegetarian-friendly version of traditional Mexican sausage,” has been hailed by Trader Joe’s customers as the best meat ever, beating meatless meatballs, ground turkey, chicken sausage and — the horror — grass-fed Angus Beef.
This might seem like a crime but there is a world out there of people who will eat meatless chorizo — for some reason.
Or …is this just real chorizo saying in Spanish that it is, well, CHORIZO?
In a jab to “President” Donald Trump, Corona Beer this week launched a new video on its YouTube page, which basically makes a point this blogger has been hammering pretty much all her [adult] life: America is not a country. America is a continent… And a big one at that…
We are the belly button of this world… and its lungs
We are hot blooded, we are poetry, art, and chants…
We are constant revolution
We are 35 united states
Americanos somos todos…
… and so on
The spot concludes by urging fans to join Corona’s fan page to show their pride about being American, or something to that effect. WATCH:
While I still cannot get my head around what just happened in America, I decided to come to Washington, D.C. this week, not only to march on Saturday, Jan. 21, but to try to understand Trump supporters; who they are and why they seem to be so angry at so many things, including my people (i.e. The Mexicans) and, of course, Barack Obama.
Walking around The Capitol Thursday afternoon, you could feel a sense of sadness and desperation in the air. It was almost like something very dear to me had died, and in a way it did. Sure, there were people who looked happy, waving their Trump flags and wearing their Trump pins and their Trump t-shirts, but the mood was mostly somber. Heck, even a chorus practicing nearby for Friday’s inauguration seemed to be singing to the tune of Chopin’s Funeral March.
But that was yesterday.
Today is the day Donald J. Trump takes the reigns of my new country and what I’ve seen so far it’s not giving me much hope of where we are heading. This is our new reality. This is us. This is now.
Apple has launched its first commercial for its not-yet-widely-available wireless earbuds (aka AirPods.) And what better way to show how cool something is than by having a freestyle dancer roaming my birth city while listening to music?
There are several things that give it away, but it’s mostly the signs — and overall beautiful decadence of La Capirucha.
I refused to believe this at first, but after much Google searchinginvestigative reporting, I was able to find a somewhat reliable source confirming the fact that President Elect Donald Trump’s private jet used to belong to TAESA, a Mexican airline I’d rather forget it ever existed.
I’m not the kind of reporter that will spend hours into the shenanigans of private jet ownership issues and stuff (I’d leave that to the experts i.e. Kent German) but I just thought it was simply awesome that His Orange Majesty, King of Palm Beach and Lord of the Big Walls surfs the skies on a mamotreto once operated by TAESA.
In the latest episode of the political joke we’re now living, Rep. Mike Conaway from Texas just told The Dallas Morning News (apparently with a straight face) that the Democrats using Mexican singers, charros,mariachis and soap operas to lure Hispanics to the Hillary Clinton campaign is pretty much the same thing as the Russian hacking scandal.
Per Conaway himself:
“Harry Reid and the Democrats brought in Mexican soap opera stars, singers and entertainers who had immense influence in those communities into Las Vegas, to entertain, get out the vote and so forth.”
And this, says Conaway, should be considered “foreign influence […] If we’re worried about foreign influence, let’s have the whole story.”
Really? Last I checked, many of those colorful people seen singing on stage or hosting taco-filled fiestas for Hillary were actually U.S.-born or U.S. citizens (Los Tigres del Norte, Julieta Venegas, Vicente Fernández, etc.) but anyway, they were not sneaking behind the Web to hack an election were they.
You might not know this, but around 2011 many Latinos across the U.S. started to adopt the term Obámanos (sometimes also Obamanos, sans accent) to describe those people of Hispanic origin supporting president Barack Obama.
But as we approach the fatidic, darkest day of January 20th, those enthusiastic Obama-loving Latinos would be well advised to tweak a little their weirdly written creative slogan to make it sound more in tune with our current situation.