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For Brown Girls with Sharp Edges and Tender Hearts: A Love Letter to Women of Color
by Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodríguez
This letter was full of moments I felt: “This happened to me!”
Things I disliked:
In college and after college I read many of the authors and their theories that Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodríguez (to honor her request) includes here. So, if you have had a chance to read bell hooks or Kimberlé Crenshaw, many of the theories she includes will just not be new or particularly eye-opening.
In the first few chapters, it totally feels like Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodríguez is writing for a white audience because she overexplains certain aspects of her lived experiences that other Brown girls would not need explained.
I agree with some of the reviewers here that I did do an eye-roll when she described makeup as war paint. It felt cringey.
There are very few mentions of the overlapping between her identities with qeer folks. I understand, that is not her experience as a hetero woman, but an area she seemed to overlook especially from the perspective of her Christian upbringing.
Things I LOVED:
Everything else!
At the end of the book, I think she did a good job of ending this piece with this push toward community. It felt full of love and care. It is our job to love and care for those coming up and even hader yet to care for those who brought us to where we are.
Even though the theories she analyzed her life through are not new, I have had very few relationships with other Latinas with similar experiences. Most of my Latina friends are children of immigrants and while they have seen immigration through their parents, very rarely has it been a lived experience for them. Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodríguez gave me a friend. I had never discussed my experiences with someone who shared them so much but also felt like me. Thank you!
The week when I read this book I kept thinking about centering my native language in front of my elementary students, I had a fight with my mom, and my partner and I had safety scare around our genders. All of this to say, this book kept me strong, motivated, brave, and compassionate.
I particularly appreciated the chaper on decoloniality as the ultimate goal–a never ending goal. A goal that can never be achieved alone.
I hope to return to this book for strength, for love, and for a ¡recuardate de lo qe te dije: desahogate!
Things I disliked:
In college and after college I read many of the authors and their theories that Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodríguez (to honor her request) includes here. So, if you have had a chance to read bell hooks or Kimberlé Crenshaw, many of the theories she includes will just not be new or particularly eye-opening.
In the first few chapters, it totally feels like Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodríguez is writing for a white audience because she overexplains certain aspects of her lived experiences that other Brown girls would not need explained.
I agree with some of the reviewers here that I did do an eye-roll when she described makeup as war paint. It felt cringey.
There are very few mentions of the overlapping between her identities with qeer folks. I understand, that is not her experience as a hetero woman, but an area she seemed to overlook especially from the perspective of her Christian upbringing.
Things I LOVED:
Everything else!
At the end of the book, I think she did a good job of ending this piece with this push toward community. It felt full of love and care. It is our job to love and care for those coming up and even hader yet to care for those who brought us to where we are.
Even though the theories she analyzed her life through are not new, I have had very few relationships with other Latinas with similar experiences. Most of my Latina friends are children of immigrants and while they have seen immigration through their parents, very rarely has it been a lived experience for them. Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodríguez gave me a friend. I had never discussed my experiences with someone who shared them so much but also felt like me. Thank you!
The week when I read this book I kept thinking about centering my native language in front of my elementary students, I had a fight with my mom, and my partner and I had safety scare around our genders. All of this to say, this book kept me strong, motivated, brave, and compassionate.
I particularly appreciated the chaper on decoloniality as the ultimate goal–a never ending goal. A goal that can never be achieved alone.
I hope to return to this book for strength, for love, and for a ¡recuardate de lo qe te dije: desahogate!