It’s Hispanic Heritage Month. I challenge all of you to record your family’s immigration story in some way. Whether you use your voice memos on your phone or a fancy camera, it’s important that we keep a record of how and why we are here today. Here’s an interview with my father about his journey from El Salvador to the US during the war.
In 2013 I received my MA in Visual Anthropology (guess what that means!) from USC. I graduated from Chico State in 2011 with BAs in Journalism and Anthropology. My first writing gig was at my high school paper in Bakersfield and I’ve been doing the journalist thing ever since.
At USC I produced a short documentary about teenage farmworkers in California. Having grown up in the Central Valley I felt that the narratives of farmworkers are often overlooked despite the fact that their hands touch almost all the food we consume. What an intimate interaction to have with communities we know very little about. The film is currently on a hard drive waiting to go up on Vimeo on Demand.
After graduating from USC I interned, temped and read a lot of Hemingway and Austen. Most recently I’ve been filling in as Web Editor at Sierra, the magazine of The Sierra Club. That job allowed me to get paid to play around on social media with some fantastic content.
In the spirit of viral social posts here is a list to get to know me better:
10 Things You Won’t Believe About Bianca Hernandez
1. She won a Big Lebowksi costume contest.
2. Tacos are the only super-food she believes in.
3. She suspects cinema may have peaked with Kurosawa.
4. She was a high school Scrabble champ and it’s all been downhill since then.
5. Her goal in life is to work for the BBC.
6. She’s been known to take can-can classes.
7. Caitlin Moran is her lady-journalist hero (and style guru).
8. If given the choice, she would live in Belgium and subsist only on waffles, fries, beer and chocolate.
9. In 2013 she won the best producer award at Trojan Vision, the USC TV station.
10. She likes her sugar with coffee and cream.
“Clack clack clack down the hall. Clack clack to her desk and clack clack to the elevator. I fucking hate it. I don’t know why women wear them.”
I was at a friend’s house for a potluck and we were all discussing our day. Most of us worked in an office of some kind. This comment was made by a man.
My response: Just to be clear, we aren’t wearing the heels for you.
Man: But they’re dumb.
Me: Again, we aren’t doing it for you.
Inevitably the conversation went into a massive circle in which the women argued that we don’t wear clothes for men, that his judgment of someone’s character based on their attire was a problem and all manner of feminist preaching.
Inevitably the men weren’t listening and reverted back to arguments about comfort, disdain, the noise, oh lord, the NOISE the shoes made.
The problem with heels isn’t women, it’s actually men.
And the problem with men (aside from adjusting themselves in public, not being defined by their marital status, not being pestered about how many kids they have or plan to have, not being judged for not wanting kids, never having to be terrified about losing a job because of age, worrying about how they’ll get home after work because the streetlamp by the bus stop is out, making less money for doing the same job, having to bust their asses twice as much for the same recognition and a litany of other privileges) is that they still think it’s all about them.