Tía Pikachu

​There was nothing remarkable about Giovanna Grandón. She was a yet another middle age woman from Santiago de Chile, who felt a calling to protest against social injustice and police violence in the marches that sprouted in October 2019. Protests that became increasingly common and massive all over Chile, from that point on. Perhaps, though, her attire did make her noteworthy: she went completely disguised in a full-body suit of Pikachu, the Pokémon franchise mascot.
A viral video of her, cheering and jumping as the imaginary beast before and after ungracefully tripping and falling on the sidewalk, in the middle of a march, made her very popular. Popularity that she used to spread the word of the need for an urgent change in the Chilean constitution act. Message that people across the nation heard and, eventually, landed her a position in the Chile’s Constitutional Convention, at the 2020 election.
There was nothing remarkable about Giovanna Grandón, for sure. But a silly costume and a funny fall was all the people of Chile needed to elect her as one of the representatives that, nowadays, are writing the new constitution; an act way fairer and equalitarian than that enforced in 1980, in the midst of one of the most ferocious and violent dictatorships in the world.
As you can see, there’s a charming, surreal and adorable side to Latin America. We are weird, yet unique and wonderful, in our own particular way. Chileans, specially, are in a position of power when it comes to portraying the strangeness of our continent and, why not, the whole Latino culture.
In exactly 10 days from now I’ll be back there, after three years away from my homeland. And as I was having an expensive and overrated omelette in a fancy Italian restaurant downtown, with my French friend, I realized how much I’ve missed it. And how much, although I rarely think about it, these roots and culture inherently permeate my personality and own uniqueness, in its entirety.
As I have non-stop worked on myself since shortly before the end of my latest toxic relationship, one of the things that I have grown to accept is that I cannot dissociate my personality and character from my cultural, national and family history. After all, regardless of how much we identify with the zeitgeist and our intellectual nourishment, there’s no denying that the dialect we speak, the common agreed upon knowledge we’ve received (even if wrong or partial;) molds us. Why should I be, then, ashamed or feel somewhat inferior to others? Why, specially, if I have grown way past my initial sense of self and belonging, to become somebody even more unique? Against all odds, from a precarious condition and with no privilege, whatsoever.
Unlike Tía Pikachu (“Auntie Pikachu”), as they dubbed Giovanna Grandón, there are many remarkable qualities to me that are impossible to embody in anyone else in the world. I’m this unique mix that don’t fit in any box nor can be reproduced beyond just myself. A Chilean with a penis 4 centimeters larger that the country’s average? Checked. Bilingual? Checked. Liberal, open-minded and an intersectional feminist? Checked. Faithful? For the most part, checked. Smart, ambitious and creative? Motherfucking checked.
This is not bragging. This is stating facts that, as I write them down, make me feel baffled about how my ex treated me. “You are Latino, you wouldn’t understand…” “Why don’t you speak Danish? Makes me feel embarrassed of you with my parents!” “Your culture is inferior. Danes are the best.” “You are jealous, sexist and insecure, because all of you Latinos are.” “Of course you can’t understand that I want to stay friends with the married guy I’ve been fucking at work. You are Latino! A Danish man would be totally fine with it.” And the list goes on.
The moral to the story? Don’t belittle your foreign significant other with your narrow-minded bullshit. There’s a reason why you ain’t dating someone from your own country, innit? Imposing your crapc diminishes your partner’s worth, unfairly. There’s a journey and a story to your person that make them way more than just what annoys or confuses you. “Why don’t you speak my language?” is already a stupid question when the fact you both can discuss this so-called “issue” in a common tongue makes it an oxymoron. Why this need of being such a fucking asshole? Why this urge to trying to be on top because your fucking privileged worldview cannot fathom somebody being valuable in their own individuality and merit? Fuck off!
Tío Pikachu out.

If you wanna learn more about Tía Pikachu, read this thread (with videos!) https://twitter.com/PopulismUpdates/status/1393998328560377856

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