I think because I went to a pretty white school, that I really don’t look Latin, I don’t have dark eyes, I never had dark hair, so I don’t think a lot of people put two and two together. But I was always proud of my Latino roots and proud of my Irish roots. I never felt like, ‘Oh, I should be white, or all Latin.’ I am what I am.
– Christina Aguilera, on being Latin
Stray thought: Is racism on the spectrum with pride in one’s race? It occurs to me that I have a certain degree of pride in my Mexican-American heritage, and of my Scot heritage (just to name two parts of my mestizo/mutt background)– but what does it really mean? Is having pride in what is basically the genetic “cards you’re dealt” just the opposite of something we’ve just made up? In both instances we ascribe importance to something which in the end does not relate to the content of our character. Human beings are so good at ascribing order to the way things work, when often there is no overarching theme to things – they just are. Race is something with little merit, appears scientific, and gets attention – rather like horoscopes and movie grosses.