Growing up in the northern middle ground of Los Angeles County and Orange County (oh, to be from Long Beach!) has its perks and cons. At times, it feels like being bi-racial, rejected by both cultures (or counties in this case.) Other times, being able to live and play in both worlds feels like a geographical blessing.
I grew up in Whittier, but I’m sure folks from other LA County towns such as La Mirada, Cerritos, Norwalk, and Diamond Bar have found themselves trying to pick a county side most fitting to them. If you’ve ever had a county existential crisis, you are not alone.
For those who grew up in Whittier or lived in a fellow bordering city, here’s a list of things you’ll find relatable. Continue reading “10 Signs You Grew Up Between L.A. and O.C.”
I wanted to know what ordinary Mexicans living in Mexico City thought about the crazy elections and overall political madness happening in their neighbor up north. So I went down south a couple of weekends ago to find out because why not? And their answers…well, check them out yourself. Continue reading “Mexicans in Mexico City Talk Trump, Hillary and Border Wall—But Not the One You’re Thinking Of”
“We support free speech; let teachers teach!” chanted at least a hundred Orange Coast College (OCC) students at the school’s free-speech zone in December 2016. They stood with signs in support of Olga Perez Stable Cox, a human-sexuality professor who was in hiding at the time because of death threats. They came from around the world starting the day after the presidential election, when she stated in her class that voting for Donald Trump was “an act of terrorism.” Continue reading “After a Generation in Decline, OC’s College Republicans Are Back and Stronger Than Ever”
Note: The names of some graffiti writers have been changed.
In the dead of night, six spray-can-wielding teenagers waited at the base of a chain-link fence dividing the eastbound 22 freeway from townhomes near the City Drive exit in Orange. Cars zipped by just feet away from them, but the youngsters were too busy scheming to be scared. On the other side stood their prize: the city’s Great Wall of Graffiti, a nearly 1,000-foot canvas of the backside of townhomes where nearly anyone can put up their names without fear of rivals or punishment by the law.
Continue reading “Homes Next to the 22 Freeway Are a Graffiti Mecca—And Authorities Won’t Help to Clean It Up”
This time last year, I was a full-time senior at Cal State Fullerton and working as a part-time sales associate at the H&M in the Brea Mall—a common fate for many working-class, first-generation college students such as myself. Another common experience shared between me and my fellow Titans was that as graduation approached, I had no idea if what I was studying (journalism and film) was even a realistic profession worth pursuing post-graduation—the end of college angst was real. Continue reading “How Chapman’s “Excellence In Journalism” Day Got Me an OC Weekly Job While Still In College”