Mexico City: Sex workers gather to commemorate their colleagues who were violently murdered, two days before the Day of the Dead festival.
this is why you don’t fuck around with day of the dead, because it has a deeper meaning than “pretty sugar skulls”. those are offerings to the dead, a symbol of each and every person we choose to honor in the afterlife; not some quirky costume to put on and appropriate. those skulls mean something, the pan de muertos and altars mean something. so go fuck yourself if you think that they’re just for decoration while you shit on my ancestors for you stupid pasty ass bland halloween party.
^whoa now bud, you need to chill the fuck out, nobody is TRYING to disrespect, so just calm your tits, take a breath, and let it go. And don’t even say “what do you know fuckface?” well let’s see more than have of my family is full blood Mexican? So i think maybe just maybe that gives me a little room to tell you to calm the fuck down, because i for one, and several of my family members, really don’t give a fuck about people making it a quirky costume, because they are not intentionally disrespecting our heritages traditions.
Translation: “How dare you get offended at something that doesn’t offend me! Only me and my family’s opinions are valid!”