24 October 2010

Éis Éis Baby: Critical Vocabulary for Barcelona

[you guys, y'all, yinz]
Remember when your Spanish teacher didn't make you learn the vosotos form for verbs and said it was useless? They were lying to you. All I hear here is ¿Cómo estáis? ¿Qué haréis?

First, you should know another word, "menú del día." This is the Spanish version of a prix-fixe menu, is available at almost every restaurant for around 10€ and includes an appetizer, entrée, dessert, and drink. It's a great idea but almost all the menus here are in Catalán which is a cruel way to make someone learn a language: make them pay and then potentially starve. Yesterday, I saw "butifarras amb salsa d'all i oli" and ordered it because, I figured, what could possibly be wrong about garlic and olive oil. As it turns out, the olive oil was used to cook the giant garlic and pig sausage that landed on my plate. I was not pleased with my choice. Now I'm being haunted because I live next to this place.


Don't say "okay," "alright," "sure," "gotcha," or "yep," say "vale."

You want to know what they refrigerate here? Nothing. Try to spot the offending items below.

[i don't even know]
Allegedly this word means "lesbian" but I just looked it up and it's a type of pastry. Do what you want with that.

In Philadelphia, New York, Montreal, and probably every other city in the world, I lose money on a daily basis due to handedness discrimination. Handedness discrimination is a manually-based offense that is considered especially heinous and affects nearly 10% of the population. Luckily, you swipe your card on the left side in the metros here so I am good to go.

Since the city's on a tilt, geographically, no one here tells you that anything's north or south, it's toward the mountains or toward the sea or "arriba" or "abajo."

+Segundo Piso
[2nd floor]
Oh, you thought living on the second floor meant you only had to walk up one flight of stairs? WRONG. The first floor are shops, the second floor is "principal," the third floor is the first floor, and the fourth floor is the second floor. This is probably why everyone is skinny.

Why don't we have this in the U.S.? It's a drink that's 1/2 lemon soda and 1/2 beer and 2/2 delicious. Other drink words your should know are botellón, horchata, and cubata. Botellón is where you stand on a street corner and share a bottle/giant juice box of wine. Horchata is a weird but really nice drink made out of somekindof nuts that would be really great with a soft pretzle if they sold those here. Cubata just means a mixed drink but each part comes separately. This is good because a) you know exactly how much you have b) you get a bottle of juice or soda to share with your friend c) if your bartender is a jerk, they can't do the jerk thing where they turn around and fill up the entire glass with sour mix and charge you for a real drink. See below for two-drink excitement.

According to my Spanish teacher, the number one way to scream "I'm American" is to say "el otro" instead of just "otro." Other ways of being American include: going to La Ovella Negra, tipping, and not wearing a scarf.

10 October 2010

See I'm All About Them Words

We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast of excitement and happy bewilderment to bring you confusion of a different sort. Maybe I'm just feeling out of my element or maybe I'm thinking about it because of all the suicides last month but it seems like I've encountered more homophobia in the past month than ever before. When I'm at home, I'm surrounded by like-minded people who don't say stupid things and who are with me if somebody else does. At home, I took care of that problem ages ago because I'm out. Coming here is like being 17 again and having to tell everyone all over again. Of course, this time I'm a lot more comfortable with myself and so it doesn't seem like such a big deal, but I still worry that I might be stepping on someone's toes. If I comment on how a girl looks, will someone think I'm being too aggressive or obnoxious? Is it too much to be political too?

So far there have been 3 times that I've said something. I've felt the same afterward every time which makes me think that someone should create a Kübler-Ross-style model of the stages of confronting ignorance. It would go something like this:

Regret: This stage occurs immediately after something is said. It is often accompanied by thoughts such as "Why can't I keep my mouth shut?" "I don't even know this person that well, now they're going to think I'm crazy." "They weren't even being hateful, I should save my anger for when it really matters." "Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me."

Rethinking: This is the stage wherein the person tries to rationalize their initial reaction. Common sentiments include "If no one says anything, it's never going to change." "If it made me feel weird enough to have said something, think about how much it might hurt someone who isn't comfortable with herself."

Rerethinking: This stage settles in when the person can not get the incident out of their mind and are convinced that they've upset the social fabric of the entire world. Thoughts may include "What is wrong with me?" "Shit." and "I actually am the angry dyke they were talking about."

Rererethinking: This stage often occurs concurrently with the previous one. It may include feelings of empowerment or understanding such as "You're only questioning yourself because there was no one there to back you up, you didn't do anything wrong." "They've probably never thought about that word before; maybe all they needed was someone to point it out."

Rerererethinking: You get the point.


Being somewhere new is like being a sleeper agent. No one knows you're gay and so they feel free to say completely idiotic things in front of you. Let's investigate.

Incident #1
Location: Apartment party
Parties: Boy #1 (let's call him Patricio), Boy #2 (BobEsponja), me

Patricio to BobEsponja: Dude, I love you. No homo.
Me: Don't say that, you sound like an asshole.
Patricio: Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod.
Me: What?
Patricio: I just realized...you're gay. I'm so sorry! I feel like such an idiot.
Me: It's okay.
Patricio: It's not okay! Oh noooo!
Me: I mean, yeah, it's not okay. But I--
BobEsponja: It's okay, we'll just remember not to say it in front of you.
Me: What? No. No.
Patricio: Oh noooooooooooo.

Aftermath: I felt awful for calling him an asshole. There are way better ways to fight crime, superheroes. I also had to comfort him for 10 minutes afterward because he had a lot of feelings and was drunk. Actually everyone there was drunk and 10 minutes later, BobEsponja yelled "No homo" and passed out. Does it make sense to talk to people about homophobia when they're drinking? I don't know.

Incident #2
Location: Gender Studies classroom
Parties: Wet Lindsay, ADM, me

ADM: This class is going to be so full of annoying feminists.
Wet Lindsay: Yeah and the teacher said we're just going to talk about women. This is a gender studies class, I came to learn about men too.
ADM: Yeah, our teacher's a total dyke.
Me: Come on, seriously?
Wet Lindsay: Do you have a problem with us?
Me: Not with you but are you serious? "Our teacher's a total dyke?"
ADM: I didn't say that.
Me: Er, I'm sitting right here.
ADM: I didn't say that.
Wet Lindsay: Yeah you did.
ADM: Okay yeah I did. So what?
Wet Lindsay: Anyway, if you're going to be mad at anyone, you should be mad at me, I asked if she was a dyke.
Me: (angrily) I'm not angry! I'm just saying if you're straight, and I'm assuming you are, don't use that word.
Wet Lindsay: I am but you need to calm down, it doesn't even mean anything in England.
Me: But we're not in England.

Aftermath: I was eavesdropping and so felt entirely stupid injecting myself into their conversation. On the other hand, kids are killing themselves because of the homophobic messages they're hearing and the girls were definitely talking loud enough in the silent classroom for all of us around them to hear. I was irritated that she used the word "dyke" when "lesbian" would have worked fine if all she was trying to do was describe her. And that she tried to defend herself by saying that it didn't mean anything when she obviously meant it in a derogatory way. Should you call strangers out when you're listening in on their conversation? Probably not? I don't know.

Incident #3
Location: Walking to class
Parties: Sam, me

Me: So what class are you taking?
Sam: History, don't take it though, our teacher's awful. She's this completely dyke.
Me: No, no, no.
Sam: Huh?
Me: I don't know what you mean by that.
Sam: She's like really opinionated and asks us lots of questions and is really passionate.

Aftermath: I don't even know what to think about this one. She meant it in a negative way, but all the reasons she hated her sound like good things to me. Maybe it just means we don't have much in common.

Incident #4: Just for fun
Location: Overheard at the Beach
Parties: Elizabeth, Ilene, Me

Elizabeth: Remember last night we went went to that gay bar?
Ilene: Ohmygod I was so drunk I totally forgot.
Elizabeth: That Italian chick totally wanted to bang you.
Ilene: You idiot, lesbians can't have sex.
Elizabeth: Yeah but they can pretend, haven't you ever seen The L Word?
Ilene: No.
Elizabeth: They use their fingers like this (hold her hands up like she's holding a tray). The more fingers they use, the more it counts because it's closer to sex.
Ilene: Ohh.
Me: (laughing)
Elizabeth: Is she laughing at us?
Ilene: We're on a beach in Spain, I don't think she speaks English.
Elizabeth: Oh, yeah.


Anyway, this isn't Spain I'm talking about, it's people I've met in Spain from America and the U.K. Despite a tradition of machista and a giant Catholic population, gay marriage and adoption are legal here. Women can be topless anywhere men can, the morning-after pill is available without a perscription, and and Zapatero has called himself a feminist. True, they just suspended sex education in Valencia, but my language teacher reassured me that Camps, the President of Valencia who approved the suspension, is infamous for being corrupt and shouldn't be around much longer since elections are coming up. I don't know what all this legislation means for day-to-day life yet, though. I need to gather up all my language skills and step out of the bubble I've found myself in because there's got to be something out there that's better.

But before I make my way into the big city that speaks The Spanish Language, I need to get a grip on my English. Here's what I think works when talking about homophobia:

Be out. The more people realize that there are gay people who they actually know, the more unacceptable it becomes to be homophobic. Being gay is certainly not the most important thing about you, but when you let people know that it's an important part of who you are and how you see the world, if becomes harder for them to hate the sin, love the sinner or whatevs. Not to mention that stereotypes fall apart when people realize that you're gay even when you're wearing a skirt.

Be educated. Read Autostradde! Read books! Talk to people so that when you find yourself in a situation that makes you think "I should say something," you don't sputter around for the right words and give up. Know why "no homo" makes you angry and be able to explain it calmly and reasonably.

Use the right words. Despite what Sam might think, being passionate about something is great. Damn the man but for lawd sakes don't say that. Nothing is going to turn someone off what you have to say faster than words like "patriarchy." You know there was a time when you were afraid to call yourself queer or a feminist or whatever identity you claim as your own now, so give the same benefit of the doubt to anyone else who is venturing into unknown territory They're not stupid or below you, they just don't know yet that there are great people standing behind these words.

What do you do? How do you balance having friends who don't think exactly like you? Do you say what's on your mind or do you pick your battles carefully? How do you think radically without alienating everyone? Do you share any of my feelings or am I alone in my compulsive need to be gaygaygay and in everyone else's business?

03 October 2010

I Could Get Used to Unrefrigerated Eggs, I Promise

It's October 3rd and I spent the day on the beach listening to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows audio book. If I can just find pre-made hummus, reliable internet, and food with a flavor other than "olive oil" or "ham," I might have to move here permanently.