Ms. Meltingpot is Going to London!

Ms. Meltingpot is Going to London!

Hi Meltingpot Readers, Guess what? I got the job! No, I’m not leaving my Temple gig. I applied to be the advisor for our London summer program and I just found out I got the job. Summer 2014 the Kinky Gazpacho family will be eating fish & chips, riding the tube and generally having a jolly good time getting to know the city of London. The course I will be teaching is all about London’s diverse multicultural communities. There’s going to be a lot of touring around trying to show…

Is Switzerland Racist? Should a Purse Cost $40K? Is Oprah Okay?

Is Switzerland Racist? Should a Purse Cost $40K? Is Oprah Okay?

Hi Meltingpot Readers, So, some of you have already you expressed your opinions, frustrations and disgust over this incident that was reported last week. For those of you who don’t follow Oprah’s every move, apparently the royal O, was shopping in Switzerland. She was in a fancy store and was looking at some fancy purses and reportedly when she asked to see one particular bag with a $38,000 price tag on it, the storekeeper refused to show it to her claiming it would be too expensive. She then tried to…

Wish I Was Here…

Wish I Was Here…

Hi Meltingpot Readers, Once upon a time, I fell in love with a man from Cadíz. Our subsequent romance and eventual marriage required frequent travel to Spain. I fell in love with the country as my love for the man deepened. But then we had kids. And 9/11 happened. And the economy tanked. And it suddenly became a lot more difficult and expensive to go to Spain. But still, I cannot turn off my internal clock that says I should be in the Iberian peninsula during the months of June…

“What Kind of Asian Are You?”

“What Kind of Asian Are You?”

Hi Meltingpot Readers, Have you seen this hilarious video? I cracked up when my son showed it to me the other day and I used it to share with him all the experiences I had abroad when folks wanted to know what part of Africa my people came from. In Spain and Morocco people didn’t consider me a “real American” and always followed up with that, “No, really, where are you from?” question. It annoyed me to no end. The next time someone asks me that, I’ll remember this video…

Kinky in Spain: A 21st Century Hair Story

Kinky in Spain: A 21st Century Hair Story

Hi Meltingpot Readers, If you know me then you know two of my twin passions are Black hair and Spain. Not necessarily Black hair in Spain, but you could imagine my excitement if somehow these two topics somehow came together in some kind of magnificent event. And guess what? They did. Sadly, I wasn’t involved in any kind of way, but I’m still happy. Apparently, almost twenty years after I first set foot on Spanish soil, a suitcase full of hair care goodies — from boxes of relaxer cream to…

No Spain, No Gain

No Spain, No Gain

Hi Meltingpot Readers, I am so sad to report that I will not be making it to Spain this summer. * La sigh* Unfortunately, not enough students registered for the class I was supposed to teach, so it’s a no go. As you can imagine, I am extremely disappointed and so are el esposo and the kids. I was so looking forward to exploring northern Spain. *La sigh* But, since I am a perpetual optimist, I’m trying to find the bright side. The practical part of me is actually semi-relieved…

South African Thieves Will Cut…Your Hair!

South African Thieves Will Cut…Your Hair!

Hello Meltingpot Readers, Since we were talking about hair, I had to share this alarming story I read last week. Apparently, the latest wave of crime to hit the streets of South Africa is called a ‘cut and run.’ Thieves are attacking people with dredlocks, chopping them off and then selling them to folks too lazy to grow their own damn hair. Seriously. According to the article I read at CNN.com ” Shoulder-length dreadlocks are sold for between 200 rand ($23; £15) and 700 rand, while longer ones cost as…

How I Knew El Esposo was ‘The One’

How I Knew El Esposo was ‘The One’

Hello Meltingpot Readers, If you’ve read my memoir, Kinky Gazpacho, then you already know this story. I apologize in advance. But yesterday was el esposo‘s birthday and that fact always takes me back to the beginning of our relationship. Here’s why. So, just to recap, I met el esposo many moons ago when I was a college student, spending my junior year in Salamanca, Spain. Even though I strongly professed that I wasn’t interested in having a Latin lover, I wasn’t above crushing hard on the cute Spaniard in my…