I'm a Friggin Princess

and apparently i'm white too.

had a discussion this morning about whether or not hispanics are white. this was strange to me because i dont consider myself white. i dont really consider myself anything, my family is spaniards, with a little apache and quite probably mexican thrown in (though they would never admit it, in my family mexican is a dirty word.) i guess i think of everyone else of european decent as white, including those that are pure spaniard, but i still dont consider my self white. im not black, i'm not aisan, im not pure native. so what am i i'm brown a heinz 57 mix like so many others. not that it matters whether im racially ambiguous or not, i'm an american, though not a flag waving uber patriotic one, and i am a person, 'nuff said. its just strange to go from having everyone your whole life tell you that you're not white to meeting one person who says yeah you are. and you can see it either way. so yes i am white but i am also brown and red and everyother color. i dont get it and this whole thing started because i asked if they say the Pledge of Allegiance in spanish everywhere or just here, and the person i asked said this is america, not spain, i am beginning to think that all of those uneducated people who think that New Mexico is a different country may just be right, though not in the sense they think they are. just like growing up in the south valley is way different than growing up in the middle of Albuquerque. where i grew up all the neighbors are friends and all the friends are family, and we all know what the others are doing but we love them just the same, when i moved into the middle of the city i didn't even meet my neighbors. i thought it was a culture thing at the time but now i see that it is just going from a pseudo-rural setting to more of an urban one (if you can call Albuquerque urban). ok so enough with this useless rant. i'm white, i'm not white, i dont really care and i guess i will just have to live with however people see me, i instead of focusing on race will decide to be a artist/poet/writer and color be damned.

so the princess thing. i hate being called princess, its too cutsey, too girly and reminds me that these women had all the obligations and none of the power. the only thing i want out of being a princess is a pretty dress, red silk instead of pink taffeta, but thats not a princess dress thats more for the kings mistress. supes has taken to calling me princess just to piss me off, when i told him i didnt want the responsiblity without the power, he asked me why im in the job i am... and i had to stop and think. i really am a friggin princess.