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Substance Editor in Chief RICH YAP


Substance Online Editor in Chief ADOLFO TIGERINO Writing/Multimedia MICHAEL CHAVEZ, JULIAN MUHR, JEREMY “OZZY” CHANDIYANA , JULIAN ALCALA, NEIL ANDERSEN, MONIQUE AVILA, JACQUELINE BONILLA, NELLY BURBOA, NELLY CARDENAS, BRENDA CARDENETE, MANUEL CHAVIRA, BARBARA CHURCH, JOSE DE CASTRO, JAMIE LYNETTE GILL, DESARAE GOMEZ, VANESSA OSIO, VANESSA PEREZ, HAZEL RODRIGUEZ, MARIANA ROJAS, PHILLIP CAO, ANTHONY RUYBALID, MICHAEL SAUCEDO, SYLVIA VILLANUEVA, STEPHANIE HACHA, JEREMIAH MADLOCK, PIERCE NEMORE, CORNELIA NICHOLSON Public Relations VALERIE DE LA PUENTE, MICHAEL SAUCEDO, CYNTHIA SCHROEDER, ALEX MUNDO Advertising Director VERONICA GRANT Adviser TONI ALBERTSON Substance is a college magazine published by the students of Mt. San Antonio College. The views in this magazine do not reflect the views of the adviser, administration, or the Board of Trustees of the Mt. SAC District. Substance is a First Amendment publication. Phone: 909-594-5611 ext. 6123 1100 N. Grand Ave. Walnut CA 91789 Bldg 26D, Room 3220

LETTER FROM THE EDITOR If there is anything I have learned in my first semester as Editor-in-Chief of Substance, it is this: there is no growth without change. While I have loved the evolution and past designs of Substance, it was time to move forward. Hopefully my staff and I did our jobs right and have elevated this publication to a new era. Like good plastic surgery, you won’t really notice these changes— we still want to be the magazine you know and love, but better! The same cannot be said about the current state of our country. While it is definitely changing, I’m not sure it is for the better. As I write this, state legislators across the country are stripping women of their reproductive rights as detailed by Adolfo Tigerino in our cover story: “Women’s Reproductive Rights Under Fire,” which as the title suggests, does not bode well for future generations of women. Then again, the status quo is not exactly great for women either. While writing my story for this issue I discovered that women can be sexually assaulted online, and Sasha Chavez reveals a personal and heartbreaking story of being slut shamed after she was sexually harassed in high school. Our generation has also been dumped with a lousy, giant mess to clean up. Many have said that we will be the first generation to not do better than our parents. With such a sad state of affairs before us, how do we move forward? I do not mean that rhetorically—it is my challenge to you: What can you do? What are you willing to do? You don’t have to answer right away, but do think about it. Seriously. As you gloss through the pages of our humble publication, perhaps you will find inspiration in the various stories of people who overcame adversity (might I suggest the profiles on Professor Romero, Hector Silva, and Carlos Mejia?). I hope they do inspire—because only then can my staff and I say we have truly done our jobs well, and can present this issue to you with pride. We are not just another bad habit. We are Substance.

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Fall 2013

Substance CONTENTS


Called to Action The Ultimate Revenge Women’s Reproductive Rights Under Fire Super Mario 3D World

LIFESTYLE & CULTURE LIFESTYLE & CULTURE 6 8 14 15 16 32 34 36 38

It’s Supposed to be Ironic Survivalists She Deserves This! Bringing Sexy Back to Exercise Paper, Pens, and a Bird Straight From The Streets Headbangers Unite! Young, Smart, and Fertile Autumn in LA

CRAVE CRAVE 44 Stoner Food

PERSPECTIVES PERSPECTIVES 18 Loss of Innocence 30 A Second Chance 44 The B.A.

HUMOR HUMOR 10 Eat, Pray, Cry in the Bathroom 43 I Remember 46 How to Give Bitchin’ Customer Service

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Rich Yap Editor-in-Chief


Cover model: Cindy Carrillo Photographer: Adolfo Tigerino Creative Director: Rich Yap FX Make-Up: Rich Yap Location: Mt. SAC






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made the long journey to Seattle in June by car, driving approximately 20 hours from Anaheim up the West Coast over the span of two days. For anyone who has traveled further north than the Bay Area, one could easily point out that the people in major cities like Portland and Seattle are far different than the average Joe you find lounging about on the streets of sunny Los Angeles. On our trip, we stopped in Portland to get a bite to eat. My mind was boggled by the amount of 20-somethings lined up outside of a small run-down coffee shop, waiting to get their cup of their daily brew made with organically grown beans for a few dollars more than the ones sold at a corporate branch like Starbucks. I tried to reserve my opinions about the stereotypes I had heard about Portland, but I could not help but notice how similar the lifestyle and culture was to them. It seemed that the


quaint city of Portland, famous for its gloomy weather and artsy construction, had built a reputation for attracting a crowd of misfits fresh out of college known as the modern day Hipster. The hipster subculture has taken over every street corner where you were once proud to be a unique individual. A word once powerful and bold in nature became an annoying name for the over-privileged youth looking to “find themselves.” Being associated with the word hipster has not only stripped away everything that once made a person different, but also discredited it. In a world where image and reputation can mean so much, being deemed a hipster can make or break you. I must point out that the image that society has created about hipsters is so negative that only a very small percentage of people would actually want to be identified as a hipster.This small percentage can only be explained by looking at how the media has portrayed the style that hipsters adopted as a trendy fashion statement. It is what started the movement that now resonates with today’s youth. Part of the reason you see the true hipster distancing themselves further and further away from mainstream trends is that dressing like a hipster is cool. Apparently, the media thinks flannels, high-waisted shorts and Doc Martens look fashionable, 2013 Fall-Substance

and what makes it better is that if you are savvy enough, you can pick these items up for a fraction of the cost at your local thrift store. In that sense, you can spot a hipster easily, rummaging through the racks at their favorite thrift store in search of grandpa sweaters and thick-rimmed nonprescription glasses. But when the style and culture that the so-called “hipsters” had embraced for so long suddenly became trendy and cool, they cringed and bitterly sipped their black coffee while frantically looking for the next underground thing to take credit for. A true hipster would rather die than admit to owning clothing items from Forever 21, a company notorious for having a history of poor employee labor conditions. While many people respect the causes that hipsters stand for, what bothers them is the ulterior motives that so many have for associating themselves with a certain cause. Simply put, hipsters can sometimes be the most fake people you will ever meet. You can tell the difference between the hipster and the angered youth who is fighting for a righteous cause: one will be busy handing out flyers at a local protest against labor conditions and the other one will be posting it to Instagram. Such behavior can be traced back to the Civil Rights Movement of the 60s. While we may see similarities to the modern day hipster and trends and attitudes from past decades, these people had nothing to do with any of it. I continued to submerge myself in the cigarette-scented faded skinny jeans and underground indie bands, and realized that everyone has a little bit of hipster in them. I mean some people genuinely like the taste of Pabst Blue Ribbon. The subculture was created by a group of young adults, hungry for a taste of independence, who adopted a certain style, personality, and attitude, while latching onto hobbies and interests that had long been forgotten. A person cannot be a fan of Woody Allen movies, vintage Ray-Bans and vinyl records without being called a hipster.

Part of what most people look for in a potential hipster is the idea that in order to exert their individuality, one must go above and beyond to make sure they do not conform to popular trends and fashions. There is a line to be drawn between being unique and being pretentious enough to live every day proving to the world that you decline any affiliation with mainstream consumerism. This alone leads to another reason why we hate hipsters so much — their ruthless commitment to being the most unconventional subculture in America. They will do anything, and I mean anything, even if it is something as ridiculous as dragging their 50 pound vintage typewriter to the park to write a letter to someone in order to feel a sense of individuality from the rest of the technology-obsessed world. So next time you see the delusional hipster wearing a jacket and beanie in 100+ degree weather, you might stop and realize that they probably woke up and thought it was good idea. To this hipster, it is worth sweating it out to be separated from every other schmuck wearing shorts and a T-shirt. So now you must ask yourself this difficult question: “Am I a hipster?” You might tell your friends that you are not one, but if you take a long look at yourself you might be unpleasantly surprised. Once you have stepped into the threshold of hipsterism, it is sometimes difficult to get out. The trick to detaching yourself from this subculture is to make sure your interests and tastes are really your own, and that you really do not pay attention to stereotypes and labels. Once you can accept that about yourself, you can become a part of the people that say they are not hipsters because it is really true, not because you are in hipster denial. Now I have to head off to Seattle and get myself a cup of Starbuck’s because I am not a hipster. No really, I am not a hipster! —AMANDA RECIO





t’s 9 p.m. on a Wednesday evening, and for the Super Arcade in Walnut, it means a full house. Competitors descend on the neon-lit building to compete in the Wednesday Night Fights tournament, a sponsored weekly event streamed to over 100,000 online spectators. Fighting games such as Tekken, Dead or Alive, and Street Fighter are here, being played by some of the top competitors in the genre today. While the players maintain focus during the competition, looking at those warming up or waiting their turn for a game gives you a chance to see their camaraderie. Nearly everyone in the arcade knows each other, no matter the game selection or level of 8

ability. Many are friends and sparring partners who laugh and crack jokes with each other as they play, and call each other by nicknames. It’s a tight knit community, one that an 18-year-old gamer who goes by the handle “MF Slayer” said made him homesick when he did not attend the week prior. “When I say homesick, I mean homesick in the sense that I missed being here,” he said. MF Slayer and fellow competitor, 19-year-old Brad Payn, who goes by the handle “Super Sonic Brad,” are both specialists in the DC Comics-inspired brawler Injustice, and regulars at the arcade. The two enjoy the ability to play with others face-to-face, a main reason why they attend the tournament every week. “It’s more personable,” Payn said. “You’re here, you see the person, you’re competing against them. It’s more of a personal experience.” Arcades were and still are a haven for gamers and people who enjoy the interaction of playing with one another. Friends had a place to get together and work as a unit to shoot down zombies, or race cars to get first place. Whether a quarter or a token was kept or 2013 Fall-Substance

If you’re passionate about the game, if you really want to see something grow, I say go out and support. And that’s what’s going to keep your arcades alive.” —Ulysses “Cash” Chagaya lost, the fun was still there. However, the scene has deteriorated for many different reasons, and as a result, the amount of arcades has also grown sparse. In January, the popular Family Fun Arcade was closed after being open for 38 years. The locale was internationally known for its collection of fighting games, which brought in a bevy of dedicated players from Canada to Australia. Ralph Senhert, owner of the arcade, shut the doors due to health and financial constraints. Arcade Infinity, a popular location in Rowland Heights, was not only another haven for fighters, but also specialized in many Japanese arcade games as well. Chief among these were selections from the Beatmania series, and Initial D, a sit down driving simulator. Despite doing well since its opening, Infinity was forced to shut down in February 2011 after Los Angeles County denied a request for a business license extension, which was presented by the arcade’s housing unit Diamond Plaza. This came after the owners dodged a shutdown in January. A major reason for the decline is the rise of online and home gaming. Game consoles such as the Xbox 360 and Playstation 3 have a strong presence in online gaming, which keeps many gamers and the like at home and away from arcades. Mike Watson, owner of Super Arcade, said he believes this to be one of the major factors for the decline, on top of the rise in production values for home games. “Consoles come out with the game that’s exactly like the arcade format, and kids would just rather play at home where they’ve got a lot more games.” He also credited the low worth of quarters, the common currency for arcade games, as part of the decline as well. The lower value of the coin would mean that game cabinets would need to charge more in order to be played. In the face of all this, however, Watson said that the Arcade’s weekly tournaments help keep the arcade going. Not only does the site hold Wednesday Night Fights, but also Thursday Runback tournaments and Super Smash Sunday competitions dedicated to the popular Nintendo fighter Super Smash Bros. Melee. All three are presented by LevelUp, a popular streaming service seen as one of the best in the industry. James Games in Upland has managed to weather the storm of arcade closures in its 30-year lifetime, even as fellow local arcade Nickel Nickel closed its doors a few years prior. Formerly a pinball parlor, the location now houses rows of fighting games, shooter cabinets and a pool table, as well as redemption (prize) machines. It also has a Gals Panic S2 machine, a puzzle game and the only one of its kind in the United States, it being an import from Japan. Cherie Baker, 33, is one of the managers at James Games and a member of the arcade industry since she was 15. She also believes in console gaming’s role in the decline of the scene, but said that arcades have had a bad reputation. This is compared to Japan’s

falling yet still somewhat thriving scene, at least when compared to America. “In the 80s, it used to be a haven for delinquents and such, and that was the stem of the ugly seed that grew. In Japan it’s a little different than Asia in general. It’s more like everyone goes to the arcade. It’s not just the nerdy people and delinquents, everyone goes. It’s a culture.” Having worked in arcades in Japan for five years, Baker said that organization is key. Where machines are placed randomly in American arcades, Japanese locations have them divided in sections in a single room, so players know where to go. She said that this organization is a key service to provide if American arcades want to remain active. “If [operators] want to create that arcade culture and bring it back again, they need to use that formula.” Baker added that arcades need exclusive games to continue to operate, exclusive in the sense that they will not be designed for a format other than an arcade cabinet. Places such as Round 1 in Puente Hills utilize the formula Baker talks about. It makes sense, as the amusement center is an import of locations of the same name in Japan. Derek Favela, the mechanic manager for the location, says that a big reason for its success is that it caters to the gamer. “We switch out buttons, joysticks, depending on how the gamer wants it,” he said. The arcade has connections with two of Japan’s biggest game companies, Sega and Namco Bandai, and Favela said that it also carries certain games and amusements exclusive from Japan. “Whatever the gamer wants, we’ll get it,” he said. The arcade also recognizes the popularity of fighting games. The site performed an early location test for the popular Tekken Tag Tournament 2 before its release in the United States, and also held a tournament sponsored by Namco Bandai, where the winner was sent to Korea for the semifinals. Back at the Super Arcade, Injustice player and dedicated arcade goer Ulysses “Cash” Chagaya, 25, waited for the tournament to begin. He said that in order for arcades to stay active, they should gauge the scene of their communities, and not worry about affordability. “You don’t have to have best machines in the world. Just go get the people you want to go and that are willing to dedicate money and play in your facilities. That’s the big thing to do.” Following that logic, Chagaya also believes that the players should do their part to keep arcades going. “If you’re passionate about the game, if you really want to see something grow, I say go out and support. And that’s what’s going to keep your arcades alive.” —DAMION JULIEN-ROHMAN





thought I was the perfect mother before I actually had any kids. Now every day it feels like I am doing it wrong. As a single, “childless” person, I used to sneer at distressed, shattered, seemingly loveless mothers. I would gawk at their unruly snot nosed kids drinking Coke out of baby bottles and jamming McDonald’s in their faces while they ran around like wild animals in shopping malls and restaurants (diaper and T-shirt optional). I used to gasp at stories of mothers who ran away from home, or forgot to pick their kids up from school or worse—didn’t feed their kids organic. Motherhood is not at all what I imagined; it isn’t even what I remember being brainwashed that it would be. Now that I am a part of Disney’s whimsical circle of life, being a mother doesn’t exactly feel like a super awesome breathtaking musical miracle. Now that I am a mother for real, my life feels more like Nightmare on Elm Street parts one through nine and I’m every person who dies in it—and that’s on a good day. 10

I sympathize with parents in a way I could not before. I was never in a mother’s ergonomically balanced, sensible, half-priced shoes. I did not have the immense knowledge (good and bad) that mothers discover only by doing. I am deeply afraid of failing parenthood. I am terrified of messing up my kid. I am sure she will tell me all about it honestly and openly when she’s old enough to include a lot of pointed cuss words.’ I’m no Joan Crawford, but I have to admit: I think I am failing motherhood. Semester after semester my GPA plunges faster than Facebook stock, but the final I am most stressed out about passing is Parenting 101 (my current grade is an F minus). Like most kids with no trust fund and “latex allergies,” I’m bombarded with school, work, and Baby Mama Commitments. Nearly every day is a battle against myself and a world that judges me as a tacky, unfit, lazy, inept, cruel, disorganized, damaged, 2013 Fall-Substance

deranged, unloving, selfish, inadequate mother who doesn’t know how to sew, knit, craft, bake or blog. My kid’s never worn anything that I’ve “made with love”—trash bag rain ponchos apparently do not count. My kid eats packaged, processed, color added foods filled with preservatives and I have no idea how much—I probably shouldn’t have said that out loud. She takes antibiotics and over the counter syrups or chewables that are not always dye free. She ingests the occasional high fructose corn syrup “thing.” She puts stuff in her nose and then in her mouth. It’s quite possible that someone her own age may have made most of her shoes. I am not proud of it. Her clothes are not made from organic cotton or free trade fabrics and she definitely uses her economical arm sleeves to wipe just about anything you can imagine. Agreed, it’s disgusting. There are so many things that I must PUSH myself to do as a mom, and I hate it. My deep dark undesirable feelings about motherhood are anonymous, secret and reserved for long tearful cries in the shower or zombified reflections in the frozen foods section of the grocery store. Occasionally, I will come across photos of a young, thin, mostly unrecognizable version of myself pre-child, and am instantly horrified at the crypt keeper with adult acne that I’ve become. It is biologically possible to have wrinkles, zits and thinning hair at the same time—I am living proof. Everyone around me is successful, young, interesting, thin, beautiful, well-traveled and childless. Everything they have is new and shiny. I can’t even remember new and shiny—I’m like a traumatized depression era shantytown survivor on a good day— everything I own has been stained with things that even acid won’t take out, or has holes in it. I had a lot of dreams before my memory was completely erased and patched together with sticky notes of kid reminders. I wanted to travel and live in exotic places and I really wanted to be a writer. I’ve let most of my dreams go; children get rid of them for you. My kid gathered up all of my dreams and lit them on fire with a gasoline soaked M80. She laughed while they burned and when they were only ashes with traces of flickering embers she spit on them, stamped on them with her reasonably priced shoes and ran off to make something sticky, stained and covered in boogers. I am the flesh-shell servant for the dictator that is my walking genetic goo, who refuses to put her pants on until I bring her chocolate milk, and I feel completely exhausted. My life is a cautionary tale now—a walking public service announcement for birth control and broken dreams called “Emma’s Mom.” Bills, laundry, dishes, cooking, bathing, cleaning, garbage, work, schoolwork, lists, boogers, scabs, poo, accidents and temporary insanity come every day like clockwork. Who has time to enjoy motherhood when there’s not enough time between unscheduled psychotic breaks? When is there time to be a happy mommie when I can’t even make time to be a sleeping mommie? Will I ever stop talking about myself to myself? Will I ever stop talking in the third person? Will I ever be me again? Sometimes Emma screams, “MOMMIE! MOMMIE!” and after about the fifth time I use a pretend robot

Bills, laundry, dishes, cooking, bathing, cleaning, garbage, work, schoolwork, lists, boogers, scabs, poo, accidents and temporary insanity come every day like clockwork. Who has time to enjoy motherhood when there’s not enough time between unscheduled psychotic breaks?” voice to say, “Mommie isn’t here right now, please leave a message at the beep…BEEP,” and I lock myself in the bathroom. My Google search history could make the case that I am indeed a deranged lunatic. However, another imperfect parent might see my search history and recognize a compatriot freedom fighter in the trenches across enemy lines. I’ve Googled, “Someone please save me from my kid!” Apparently I’m not alone. Google returns 477,000,000 results in .29 seconds. She doesn’t drink from the toilet, yet, so that’s one thing I can be proud of because some mother’s kids do. I’ve seen it on YouTube. Those poor mothers. This is my life now, Googling mothers worse than me, planning, living in poverty and getting through panic attacks. Looking disgusting is the easiest part. If I say “Emma” a thousand times a day, she says “Mommie” double. “Mommie, why are you still in your pajamas?” “Mommie why are you picking me up at school in your pajamas?” “Mommie why do you always do that crying thing? I don’t like it.” “Mommie are you going poop?” “Mommie what are you doing in there?” (I’m in the bathroom with the door locked and I’m hiding). Every night there is something extremely important she has to show me and it’s almost always boogers, poop, or her bare butt, followed by “Ta-dah!” and maniacal laughter. I think I used to be fun. It’s hard to reflect when I’m constantly peeling used Band-Aids off of myself, stepping on sharp pointy toys too small to see with human eyes, and some part of me is always wet. I sympathize with parents in a way I could not before. I was never in a mother’s ergonomically balanced, sensible, half-priced shoes. I did not have the immense knowledge (good and bad) that mothers discover only by doing. I am deeply afraid of failing parenthood. I am terrified of messing up my kid. I am sure she will tell me all about it honestly and openly when she’s old enough to include a lot of pointed cuss words. What I really hate about parenthood is that being a perfect mom is impossible because that is what I think my munchkin deserves. I may never really know if I am a good mother. Right now I hope that I am not doing it too wrong. I am her imperfect mother; she is my imperfect child and knock on wood—she still hasn’t drunk from the toilet. —SONIA ROSS

Professor E. Perez Romero standing in front of his blueprint for The Gadfly Project: Iran which took more than a year to plan.



rofessor E. Perez Romero stood in front of Evin Prison. There was no turning back now. After several months of planning, flying 7,000 miles and hiding in the wilderness in the outskirts of Tehran, Iran for three days, Romero was about to enter what many human rights advocates call “Iran’s most notorious prison” to stage a protest for the imprisonment of four Christian converts and one human rights advocate. Having no idea of what the outcome of his protest might be, it was necessary for him to mentally prepare himself for the worst. On Oct. 23, Romero disguised himself as a homeless man and snuck into Tehran’s Evin Prison where he repeatedly shouted, “The Lord says let my people go so that they may worship me,” a Bible verse, in Farsi along with the names of the five people imprisoned there. He was detained by prison guards and was interrogated. Romero said he believes that every person has a job, a career and a calling.


“A job is a paycheck, a career is something you delight in that comes with prestige and a calling is something that you have to do,” he said. He said that his first call came at the age of 23 and that was his call from God to be a pastor. Romero’s second calling came unexpectedly while he was watching television on July 13, 2001. What is normally a joyous occasion celebrated around the world, the announcement of the location of the 2008 Olympic games was anything but joyous for Romero. In fact, the announcement that the 2008 Olympic games were going to be held in Beijing, China was a source of outrage because he felt that China, a country known for human rights violations, particularly the lack of religious freedom, should have not been eligible for hosting the Olympics based on the standards that IOC has for a hosting country. “I remember that moment and hearing it on TV and this was the exact moment that [the calling] happened to me,” he said. He was enraged and asked himself how this could be happening, when suddenly a supernatural peace came over him. “It was not my emotion inside, it was not self originating. In other words, it was God calling on me to do some kind of activism in Beijing in 2008. That’s what started me on the road to activism.” Romero has done what many would not even consider doing by risking his life in the name of the kingdom of God without hesitation. “I had to believe in my head, I mean really believe, that I was a dead man walking and I was not getting out. They have grounds to 2013 Fall-Substance

Above: The shirt E. Perez Romero was wearing when he protested in front of Evin Prison in Tehran, Iran. He recorded video with an iPhone 5 through a hole in his pocket. Left: Professor E. Perez Romero speaks to the press awaiting his arrival from Iran after being detained for two days on Wednesday, Oct. 23. Photo courtesy of scare me, to manipulate me and even to threaten me but you can’t scare a dead man, you can’t negotiate with a dead man.” After being imprisoned for approximately two days, he was blindfolded and taken to the Ministry or Foreign Affairs to be handed off to members of the Swiss embassy. He could not believe that he was going to be able to go home, especially since he said he anticipated staying for much longer. “I was so shocked to find out that I would be going home. [Members of the Swiss Embassy] said you’re the luckiest man in the world, I’ve never seen anyone walk away the way you just walked away. It’s nothing short of a miracle.” In a situation where some may have feared death, Romero does not. “I believe with all of my heart that there is life after death and because I believe that, surrendering my life, even knowing all of the dangers involved, doesn’t completely affect me in an adverse way, Romero said. Romero added, “I come from a biblical, theological base of thinking and frame of reference and one thing we’re taught as Christians is that we are supposed to give up everything for Christ. I realized my life is not the most important thing. There are others involved, there are the rights and freedoms of others and serving the importance of God.” Prior to leaving for Iran, Romero spoke with James Jenkins, Dean of Humanities and Social Sciences, to inform him that he would not be teaching during the fall 2013 semester. Jenkins said that Romero kept mum on the details of his trip but that he knew it would be for human rights activism. It was not until two days before Romero came home that Jenkins discovered the nature of Romero’s trip. “I read it on my Internet browser homepage and that was the first time I knew where he was,” Jenkins said. Speaking on a personal basis, Jenkins lauded Romero. “Supporting these issues is a fundamental part of what

academics is. I personally applaud people who follow their conscience and do that kind of activity,” Jenkins said. Not only was there admiration for Romero at home, but also from the very people that detained him in Evin Prison. Romero received a call from his allies in Istanbul who told him that they got a report that everyone at the prison heard his voice and what he had done had spread like wildfire throughout the prison. “Even the Muslims and the guards had admired what I had done and there was an overwhelming admiration [throughout the prison] for what I had done. They probably thought you came right up to our door and called us out and even though you disagree with me, you have to admire it.” The most grateful for Romero’s actions were the five prisoners that he staged the protest for. A letter from three of the five prisoners was smuggled. Signed by “Your prisoners and brothers in Christ,” an excerpt from the letter read: “I am really amazed by your boldness and your faithfulness to the Lord. Not only because you came here thousands of miles for us but I am more amazed by your faithfulness to the Lord. Because hearing from the Lord is something but doing what he says is something else.” Romero said the prisoners were impressed with his actions. “The [five] Christians were so amazed that a Mexican from Los Angeles would come all the way to Tehran to say what they have always been trying to say but have been silenced, and to have been able to do that was quite amazing.” Romero said that he is not trying to defend or speak to the cause of Christians, but also for those who are persecuted for their religion. “Not only did I raise my voice for my brothers and sisters in Christ but I also raised my voice for those who shared in the same suffering of being persecuted [for their religious beliefs]. We may not share the same faith but we are brothers in suffering.” —CYNTHIA SCHROEDER



n stage, you could find 23-year-old Jordan Caceres, also known as Reverie, wearing big hoop earrings, hats, a long gold chain, a T-shirt, jeans, two piercings on both sides of her lip, shoulder blade tattoos, and a half sleeve on her right arm. The crowd is singing along with her song while waving their right arms in the air, swaying side to side. As Reverie raps her lyrics, her younger brother, Sixto Louden Caceres, 21, also known as Louden Beats, plays his beats and gets everyone pumped up. “She’s a really great performer. It’s a crazy vibe we get and we have control of the situation,” said Louden while describing the way it feels performing with Reverie on stage. Reverie is an upcoming Hip-Hop artist born and raised in Highland Park, Calif. that has performed at Paid Dues and has opened for hip-hop artists such as MURS. Reverie has come a long way since she started in 2009 at age 19. She has performed at various schools in Los Angeles, and spoke at a middle school in San Jose about her life struggles of growing up. Her song “Give it Time” became a middle school’s national anthem because of the positive message it brings: “You gotta live life to find your purpose, you gotta work hard and when it comes, you gon’ be be like, I deserve this!” Growing up, Reverie always had a love for writing poems and once she discovered the art of underground Hip-Hop, those poems turned into rap lyrics. Louden, who produces most of Reverie’s beats, said it all started with an MBox and some spare time. At age 14

19, her first mix tape called, “Castle in the Air” in 2009 was released on MySpace and within 24 hours, it was listened to 3,000 times. From then on, Reverie realized that there were others in the world that could relate to her and appreciated her art of rapping. “Art isn’t appreciated enough in this country because it doesn’t always make a lot of money,” said Teresa Caceres, Reverie’s mother and supporter of her music. “People are always into making money regardless if it’s something they enjoy doing.” Even though she is not signed to a major record label, she continues to write and perform her music with her brother, Louden Beats, whose also her manager, right by her side. While there have been positive responses toward Reverie’s music, there has also been negative. Even though she has thought about leaving the rap career at times, she still keeps moving forward anticipating her next tour. Reverie plans to continue touring around the world, keep talking to youth about the life struggles growing up, and work on her clothing line more professional. Reverie has grown a lot within her rap career and has gained knowledge of how things change, and gained a new perspective on the important things in life compared to when she first started. With age and wisdom, she came to the realization that there is more to write about other than just negativity. “If an opportunity comes up, don’t pass it. Anything is possible if you work hard enough,” Reverie said. “Be yourself and keep doors open, you may need to burn bridges, but overall be yourself.” —STEPHANIE SANCHEZ 2013 Fall-Substance

The dance aspect of pole is strength. It takes a lot of fundamental stress. It’s awesome to help people be a part of that. It’s a journey of empowerment.” —Diana Boyle, owner and instructor

Diana Boyle, owner and instructor of Embody Pole Fitness in Anaheim, demonstrates a pole move in her studio. Photo—ADOLFO TIGERINO



hen people think of pole dancing, the first thing that comes to mind is the reputation surrounding it… scantily clad women hanging upside down in strange positions while men cat call and throw money. But pole dancing is actually an effective method that can get you toned and physically fit. It consists of real 2013 Fall-Substance

movements and methods that are used by fitness experts to gain the same results one would get from a normal workout. Diana Boyle, owner and instructor of Embody Pole Fitness in Anaheim, has dedicated herself to teaching pole dancing fitness to women for the past four years. “The dance aspect of pole is strength. It takes a lot of fundamental stress. It’s awesome to help people be a part of that. It’s a journey of empowerment,” said Boyle. Allison Rome, Embody’s 24-year-old instructor and marketing director, is a former student who began pole dancing a year ago and has seen incredible results. “I’ve seen my body change a lot and it’s the only workout I have actually enjoyed,” Rome said. Rome said that the workout pole dancing provides is not just good for the body, but the mind as well. Women gain a different perspective about themselves and get in touch with what their body is capable of. “It’s not just a workout. You’re meeting other women who are like-minded. You gain more than a physical strength, you gain an emotional strength as well,” Rome said. Classes offered range from beginning to expert, so there is no worry of looking ridiculous. The method is not intended to train a person to become a professional stripper, but to simply welcome women of all ages and sizes to get fit and have some fun. It might even awaken the sexy and exotic woman inside. Some of the benefits of pole dancing includes burning up to 250 calories, building muscle and tone, strengthening stomach muscles and increased muscle definition in the butt, arms and thighs. The physical action also helps the body release “happy hormones” which help keep a person energized and feeling better. reports that pole dancing utilizes all muscle groups and engages them in different ways at different points in the routine. Basic pole dancing works the core and helps with balance and muscle control. Advanced pole dancing, or “on the pole” moves, requires an immense level of upper body strength. Regardless of the intensity of the moves, the core of the body will get the workout of a lifetime. So whether you are a size 2 or a size 22, chances are you will feel sexy after a pole dancing workout. —MONICA GARCIA 15



rtists know they want to be artists from the moment their pencil hits the drawing pad. It is a talent that they refine and embrace throughout their lives, and any occupation other than creating their art is not even a flicker in their minds. But then there are the few who do not realize their talent until much later on. Hector Silva is one of those few. Silva is an artist who garnered attention thanks to his interpretations of Mexican machismo culture and unapologetically intertwining it with contrasting gay imagery, creating a new definition of what is perceived as masculine. His signature use of black and white pencil drawings embellished with bold and bright notes of color became a hit among his growing sea of followers. His 16

fascination and attractiveness of “homeboy” combined with the forbidden topic of homosexuality, especially in Mexican culture, made Silva a stand out virtuoso who puts two already under acknowledged communities in a new and positive spotlight. But his art is not limited to these subjects. Like any great artists before him, they merely highlight a talent that he did not discover until the age of 25. Silva’s road began in Ocotlan, Mexico, where despite living in a loving but very Catholic home, he found himself itching for a better chance of life where he could find acceptance as a gay man; a virtue that was hardly found in a very religious town in Mexico at the time. Silva, at the tender age of 17, left Mexico in his rear view mirror and was bound for San Diego where he was met with the hardship of being on his own and lacking knowledge of the English language. After living on the streets at 18, Silva found his way to San Diego’s gay community. What Silva did not know was that a visit to a friend, some paper and pens, and bird decor was the real turning point to his future. “[My friend] had papers and pens on the table and I started playing with them,” Silva said. “I was looking at a bird on the wall and I started drawing it. It came out really great. My friend said, ‘Oh, that’s good. I didn’t know you could draw!’ I said, ‘I didn’t know I could draw either!’” Silva then tried his hand at portraits as suggested by his friend, and with his very first creation came a classic image of legendary comedian and actress Lucille Ball. What fate had in store was his first breakout opportunity that artists would kill for. A print of the portrait fell into the hands of the red-haired I Love Lucy star who immediately wanted the original and contacted the artist. This prompted Silva to visit her house where she encouraged him to continue on with his talent. 2013 Fall-Substance

Hector Silva’s artwork. From left to right: “Our Pleated Histories” 2012 “Amor y Luchas” 2012 “Los Hijos de Doña Rita” 2011 “Lucy” 1982

“[Lucille Ball] told me, ‘You’re a very talented person; don’t ever stop doing this,” Silva said. “And that day, I decided I wanted to do art. So I think that’s when my passion started.” As word spread about Silva’s encounter with Ms. Ball, Silva found himself in the limelight among the gay community. He then took this as an opportunity to assimilate into American culture as a way to be accepted and more successful in his career as an artist. Silva began drawing Hollywood stars, especially ones who were considered gay icons like Barbara Streisand and Judy Garland, and typical gay imagery, in order to appeal to the White-saturated gay community. Even though this brought Silva with a sense of acceptance and knowledge of the business of art and a steady paycheck, he found a loss of identity amidst the process of assimilation. It was not until he met his partner of 18 years, Napolean Lustre, who was involved in the culture and art scene, that he found his path back to his heritage. “What was I doing drawing movies stars?” Silva asked himself. “It had no meaning to me. But I guess it was important I did that because from that, it led to other things. The best thing is that I went back to my culture and got on the right track. And without that, I would have been on the wrong track.” Using inspiration from current events, whether political, war, immigration, love, or culture, Silva became a heavy hitter in the gay community, but this was not enough for acceptance in the L.A. Chicano art world. There was a looming fear of embracing his Mexican perception of homosexuality imagery, especially pieces that were homoerotic and controversial. Despite his struggle to be accepted in the mainstream Chicano art scene, his positive showcase of shedding light on a different side of machismo became the fundamental key to his success. “That image of the homeboy, to me, is very homoerotic,” Silva said. “It worked because it’s very popular, a lot of women love that art, also a lot of men, too. So, I think it was just a personal taste. That’s what I’m attracted to and that’s what I wanted to do. It seems like no one else was doing it, so that’s why I think it became very popular.”

Silva’s ability to open a window to urban Los Angeles’ unspoken Latino homeboy culture and giving an opportunity to ‘stare’ at the subject without repercussion is what Jacob Prieto, a long time fan and acquaintance, admires most about Silva and his work. “I think it’s great that we have somebody like Hector Silva depicting things like this,” Prieto said. “He’s giving us an open eye to urban Los Angeles homosexuality. A lot of mass media generalizes the homosexual in a particular way. He contributed to the social consciousness of urban L.A. areas.” This mindset also resonates with Juan Rodriguez, owner of L.A.’s KGB Studios and Silva’s friend of over 15 years, who said that Silva is giving a sense of identity and place in the world to Latino gay men and women. “I love that Hector has taken from his life and applies it onto paper,” Rodriguez said. “I think that that he triggers and sort of breaks a taboo that exists with Latinos and with our culture about homosexuality. The reality that Latinos, we all have family members who are gay or have sex changes. It’s real. It brings a realness to his art form.” With determination and a strong following that backs his reputation, Silva finally convinced galleries to feature him. His art was met with overwhelming success that led to his work being published through universities and galleries, books, and receiving countless awards for his work. “At first, I separated my gay art and my culture art,” Silva said. “I didn’t want to offend anybody, but that was a while ago. Eventually, I was like ‘No, this is who I am. If they like it, then fine. If not, then that’s fine also.” Despite his fame and recognition, friends like Prieto and Rodriguez know that Silva has not changed and still remains the same person he was when he first discovered his art. To Silva, the message is the most important thing. “I think it’s very important to put them up in front and tell people so they know what we are all about,” Silva said. “A drawing, a says a thousand words. Something you can’t even describe just by looking at it. I think art is very important.” —JAMIE NICOLE ROCHA



can vividly recall the way his rough, calloused hands felt against my pubescent skin. He was my teacher, a figure of authority; someone I was subordinate to. There I sat, 16, silent and confused, my eyes fixed on the clock overhead, as he stroked my thigh. The clock mared each minute as it passed, and after four long minutes of being stroked, groped, and massaged, I was overwhelmed with embarrassment, anger, and anxiety. I remained motionless and cold to his touch, making sure not even to breathe too heavily for fear that he might take it as some sort of response. Staring stoically ahead helped me hold my composure, but inside I was screaming, crying, and squirming. I wished I could be absolutely anywhere other than sitting in my biology lab after school getting “tutored” by a pervert. Just when I thought I was going to lose it, my dad called. “My ride’s here, I have to go.” I was free, or at least I was for the weekend. But I was not free at all. I was plagued with guilt and


embarrassment. I was ashamed that I allowed myself to be put in that situation and I felt guilty because I knew I was going to hide it. In my adolescent mind, this was my fault. How would I explain that this was forced upon me? My mind ran wild with the possibilities: she’s a liar, she wanted it, and she knew what she was doing. I was not strong enough to face that type of ridicule from my peers. “Just stay away from him and it will go away,” I remember thinking. “Just don’t say anything.” I had to make up excuses as to why I no longer stopped by after school for help. I thought that because I stopped going in for oneon-one help, the touching would stop. “He wouldn’t dare touch me in front of the entire class,” I thought. I was wrong. He massaged my shoulders one day when I raised my hand for help during a quiz. I did not hear a word he said—I was stuck in that same stoic gaze I was in a week before, only now I could feel other people watching. My cheeks were red with embarrassment. I finished my quiz and watched the hands of the clock move at a 2013 Fall-Substance

snail’s pace to the top of the hour. The bell rang, and I sprinted across campus to my counselor’s office. My counselor and I were really close. If I told her, she would help me and she would protect me. I did not want this to be a big deal; I just wanted to be placed in a different class. She could do that for me, and it would all be over. I did not want to report him; I did not want to get him fired; all I wanted was to be out of his class. I explained to her what had been happening. She listened attentively as I spoke. “Okay. Wait here one moment, I’ll be right back,” she said. She stood up and walked out of her office, and I sat there, relieved. She’s just going to switch my classes and this will be done. A huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I saw her turning the corner and I smiled at her. Trailing behind her was the school police officer and my smile began to fade. “Sasha, this is our campus police officer. I need you to tell him everything you just told me. Then, we are going to need you to write it all down in a written statement,” she said. My heart sank into my stomach and I felt bolts of anxiety cracking in my chest like lightning. My eyes were fixed on my counselor, waiting for her to address me again. She looked different to me in that moment. She was not my friend, she was not my confidant—she was my counselor. She was not smiling like she usually was; her expression was firm and cold. I quickly came to the realization that she was not trying to betray me. “I’m sorry honey. It’s my job,” she said. I nodded my head, and began giving my statement. After I finished giving my side of the story, the officer informed me that my teacher would be asked to give a statement as well, and a police officer would be contacting my parents to set up a meeting to talk about the case. I felt another crack of anxiety. My parents—what would they think? Would they scold me? Yell at me? I knew I should have told my dad that day when he picked me up from school, but I was terrified at how he would react. I could have told my mom but I knew she would make me report him and she would not rest until he was fired. None of that mattered now. I had to tell them whether I wanted to or not, and I knew it would hurt them to know I did not come to them first. I called my mom as soon as I walked out of the office and told her why I had been acting so weird the past couple of weeks. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I was choking on every word. “I’m picking you up, you can’t stay there,” my mom said. When she picked me up, I sat in the front seat next to her at a loss for words. “I’m really sorry, Mama,” I said. I could not help but feel like this would be an embarrassment to my entire family. With the police and school involved, I felt like I had singlehandedly ruined our comfortable life. With tears still streaming down my face, my mom grabbed my hand and said, “This is not your fault. You did the right thing.” For about a week, we hosted police officers every night. My parents were constantly on the phone, keeping up with the case and setting up appointments. At school, I was under strict supervision and was not allowed in the science building while the investigation was going on. In the next two weeks after I filed my case, my

teacher was suspended, and then arrested. That same week, the dean of girls called my mother and me into her office for a meeting. When my mom arrived, the dean began speaking. “I wanted to call you in today because I have some questions for you concerning the allegations you made against your biology teacher,” she said. “Okay,” I responded. “It has occurred to me that you were struggling in his class. Says here that you were dangerously close to receiving a D on your six week progress report.” “Yes, that’s why I went to him for help,” I said. “I see. And how many times did you go in for help?” she asked. “Just that once,” I answered. “And was he helpful?” “Um, I suppose. He did help me with the material, but I think that was overshadowed by how uncomfortable I was,” I explained. “But you do admit that he helped,” she remarked. “And it says in your statement that he was stroking your thigh. So I assume you were wearing shorts or a skirt of some kind?” “Yes, I was wearing shorts,” I said, confused. “Do you wear shorts often?” she asked, her eyes glaring at me. As I opened my mouth to respond to her pointless question, my mom intervened. “I’m not really sure what you are trying to imply, but my daughter doesn’t dress inappropriately to school, or anywhere at all for that matter. “It sounds as if you are trying to excuse his behavior by blaming an innocent girl for putting on a pair of shorts in the morning.” “Well, we don’t know that she is innocent,” said the dean. I looked at my mom, lips pursed and knees shaking. She held my gaze long enough to assure me she knew I was innocent, and then turned back to the dean, scornfully. “I think this meeting is over,” she said. We stood up and walked out of her office. As I walked with my mom to the car, it all started making sense. The dean was implying that I got dressed that morning knowing that I wanted a better grade and I was going to use my body to get it. She was blatantly attacking my character to shield the reputation of the school. When I look back now, almost six years later, I realize that the dean was not just attacking me, she was dehumanizing the situation—she dehumanized me. And then I realized this started long before the incident. It started the moment I was born. Our culture has inherently taught young girls that their body is a distraction and that if we do not cover ourselves, we are asking for male attention, whether we actually want it or not. That is why the dean, a woman, who I expected would understand my struggle, would accuse me of trying to seduce a middle-aged man. But for the dean’s argument to stand true, we would have to accept that women are tits and ass and men are sex thirsty pigs that cannot control themselves. Maybe I am just naïve, but I refuse to believe that this is the world I live in. I am more than just tits and ass. —SASHA CHAVEZ





hile running errands one day, Cindy*, 35, a social worker, met Chris*. Chris was recovering from addiction and volunteered at a church as part of his recovery program. Cindy was attracted to the way he was turning his life around. He was also “really hot.” They went out on a few dates and started going steady. During the course of their relationship, Chris would film Cindy while they were having sex. To Cindy, who proclaims to be sexually adventurous, filming her sexual exploits with Chris seemed sexy and fun at the time. Now, two years later, Cindy and Chris have broken up, and she is slightly paranoid that he may post the videos of her online. And she has a good reason to be. In the last few years, “revenge porn” as it is known, has become a serious problem. What is revenge porn? According to End Revenge Porn (, a national organization working to pass legislation to make it a punishable crime, revenge porn is defined as: “a form of sexual assault that involves the distribution of nude/sexually explicit photos and or videos of an individual without their consent. Revenge porn, sometimes called cyber-rape or non-consensual pornography, is usually posted by a scorned ex-lover or friend, in order to seek revenge after a relationship has gone sour.” Unlike physical sexual assault, there is very little that our current laws can do to help victims. 2013 Fall-Substance

The internet shares information so freely. As soon as one of your pictures or videos goes out there—let’s say on Tumblr—it’s going to be reblogged a hundred times before you could ever catch it.” —Harmon Huynh For Cindy, she worries that Chris will use the footage to make an example out of her. “I noticed he and his friends were very judgmental of girls,” she said. “I think he would use me in a way to prove his point that women who are comfortable with their sexuality are really slutty. That would really hurt me because it’s not true. Women should be able to explore their sexuality and couples should be able to film each other.” Is Anyone Up, one of the first and most infamous (but now defunct) websites for posting revenge porn, was started by Hunter Moore when he was 24. The site hosted nude pictures that were anonymously submitted, and personal information like the person’s name and their profession and links to their social networks could also be included with the postings. Is Anyone Up was shut down in April 2012, but before the year ended, Moore was at work developing a new website: During the early stages of the construction of his new site, Moore posted a message explaining the inception of Is Anyone Up, stating: “It was for me and my friends to post pictures of girls we were fucking at the time and somehow someone found it and it became what it was.” In that same message, Moore also said, “I am creating something that will question if you will ever want to have kids,” and promised that his new website would be “very scary but yet fun,” and that it would feature all the old content from Is Anyone Up. The site was also reported to have an additional feature: adding home addresses of the people in the nude pictures. At the time that this story went to press, Moore’s new site does not appear to be a new iteration of Is Anyone Up, rather it has evolved into a site to promote his new venture: DJ-ing. It is also worth nothing that Moore was embroiled in a defamation suit where he was charged with a $250,00 fine. In spite of all this, Moore does not seem to be remorseful for his actions. A perusal of Moore’s Twitter account on Nov. 11 revealed that he was offering his 438,949 (and growing) Twitter followers prizes like T-shirts or shoes for doing things like eating a burger made from their own pubic hair, and hosting a contest for “The Ugliest Bitch on Twitter,” by encouraging his followers to post pictures via Twitter of girls deemed ugly, and hashtagging the tweet with #UgliestBitchOnTwitterContest. In addition to revenge porn sites, these private pictures can also end up on other social media platforms we commonly use. Chris Cruz, 20 a Spanish major, said he knew a girl whose exboyfriend posted naked pictures of her on Facebook. “I think that’s pretty low. I wouldn’t do that to a girl,” Cruz said. Jessica*, a 25-year-old graduate student in clinical psychology,

said regarding the kinds of people who would submit to revenge porn websites, “There are a lot of immoral people out there.” Jessica has never exchanged fully nude pictures of herself with any guy. “Personally, I’ve seen pictures of naked girls on a friend’s phone that she got from a guy who thought it was funny that a girl sent him a full frontal picture, and sent it to her, and then she sent it to me,” she said. “It gets passed around so I think that’s why I would always make sure that if I do take a picture, my face isn’t in it, and nothing that I’ll be too embarrassed about.” She added that the most she has ever revealed are pictures of her in her underwear, and even then it is only after she has slept with the guy because at that point he is not seeing something he hasn’t seen before.


owever, she said she could imagine how humiliating the experience must be. When she was 18, shortly after graduating high school, someone posted a picture of her on her MySpace page attached with a message that read: “For a good time, call Jessica” with her phone number attached to it. “I was humiliated when I first found out, humiliated!” she said. “I tried to take it as a joke because obviously it’s not to the gravity of revenge porn, but still, my number was up there. Somebody who had my number—why would they do this?” Harmon Huynh, 24, a political science student, said that he was told by friends that they had seen videos of him from webcamming sessions that been posted somewhere online. He had taken precautions by watermarking videos he would send to guys, so if any of them got released, he would be able to identify who leaked them. In spite of this, he said he did not bother verifying if the rumors were true. “I just thought there would be too much porn to look at,” he said. “The internet shares information so freely. As soon as one of your pictures or videos goes out there—let’s say on Tumblr—it’s going to be reblogged a hundred times before you could ever catch it.” Huynh, who identifies as gay, said revenge porn affects the gay community a little differently too. “It’s a smaller crowd, so anything that you post it’s going to get around to your friends—everyone’s going to see it,” he said. “Whereas the straight community because it’s so much larger, when you post a picture of yourself or somebody posts your picture, it might not get around to your family as quickly.”


It’s just related to sexism and how men have always treated women. We’re either the saint, or the sex symbol, or the mom, we can’t be a multidimensional being. It’s about men’s power and control—they want to be able to push the buttons.” —Cindy

hough men are affected by revenge porn, women are affected by it at a higher rate. “In our current culture, I think women are viewed as more sexual beings and sexual prizes or objects,” said Jessica. “As much as we don’t want to think that, I feel like guys show pictures of girls and go, ‘oh, this is who I got’, ‘this is who I did last night’ ‘this is who I banged’ or whatever.” Cindy agreed: “It’s just related to sexism and how men have always treated women,” Cindy said. “We’re either the saint, or the sex symbol, or the mom, we can’t be a multidimensional being. It’s about men’s power and control—they want to be able to push the buttons.” For women who have been affected by revenge porn, one of their main concerns is how it will affect their web presence and the way they are viewed under public scrutiny. In our modern digital age, it is now common practice for potential employers to Google a prospective employee—imagine if those Google searches brought up pornographic images that you shared with someone in private. In one particular case a woman had to change her name so that Google searches would not bring up the sexual images that were attached to her original name. That woman is Holly Jacobs, the first woman in the state of Florida to take action against her ex-boyfriend for revenge porn, and she is also the founder of End Revenge Porn. Jacobs and other women who have come forth against revenge porn are leading the fight to criminalize it. California passed legislation in October making revenge porn a misdemeanor punishable by up to six months in jail and a $1,000 fine, making it the second state to outlaw it after New Jersey. New York and Maryland are currently working to ban it. Under California law, revenge porn is identified as posting identifiable nude pictures with the intent to humiliate the individual. The law does not offer protection for nude “selfies,” self-portraits that individuals take of themselves. “I’m a very anti jail kind of person,” Cindy said in regards to these laws. “I’ve seen people’s lives get ruined because of some charges or false or dumb charges so I’m not really into the criminal system so I hate to push that kind of thing.”

In fact, charges against Jacobs’ ex-boyfriend, Ryan Seay, were dropped on Oct. 3 due to a lack of evidence. Seay told WTSP on Oct. 31, the local news station in Tampa, Florida, that he did not distribute pictures of Jacobs. He claimed that he and Jacobs were not exclusive, and that she was with other men. Regardless of who actually did distribute those pictures of Jacobs, both their lives were ruined as a result. “My work has suffered,” Seay said to WTSP. “People Google my name and this [case against me] comes up.” Cindy said she thinks a more comprehensive approach is needed and proposed that men “go and take a gender course or some kind of women’s studies course, something that would really make them feel remorseful. It would have to be something really impactful to really make them think about it and promote equality for women.” In our modern digital age however, selfies and sending nude photographs to each other may be a new norm in courtship. “Let’s say you’re in a long distance relationship—I have a really close friend who had to go through a long distance relationship and it’s really hard,” said Jessica. “You send each other pictures in confidence and complete trust, so I think that’s fine.” Cindy is currently dating someone long distance, and they exchange pictures or do sexual things over a webcam. Cruz has never had a girl send him nude pictures of herself yet, but said he would never send pictures of himself either after seeing what his friend went through. Huynh rarely sends video or pictures of himself to guys anymore. “As long as you’re careful about it, then you can do whatever you want to do, but you have to keep in mind that those pictures might leak,” Huynh said. “I guess there’s no foolproof way to protect yourself,” said Jessica. “Just use your best judgment.” —RICH YAP *name has been changed to protect the identity of the individual.





he dials of the clock kept ticking and time seemed endless. She clenched her fists as she looked down the aisles of the waiting room where 10 other girls at different stages of pregnancy were also waiting. Michelle*, 15, was frightened and alone. “I wanted to kill myself. Until this day I still cry about it. I actually lost a couple of friends over it, because they thought I was being stupid. They didn’t understand,” Michelle, now 19, said. Michelle is one of many girls who find themselves in a tough situation where they have to choose whether or not to keep an unplanned pregnancy. For many it is one of the toughest decisions in their lives. 2013 Fall-Substance

“I felt alone and that I had nobody to talk to. I was ashamed,” said Tianna Winters, a 27-year-old Mt. SAC graduate and University of Las Vegas student who became pregnant at age 25. She said she felt frightened, ashamed, stupid and alone. “It wasn’t until a friend told me about hers and how it was okay to feel this way,” Winters said. Her next decision would change her life. “It was okay to choose to not have the baby,” Winters said. “My friends held my hand throughout the entire process.” The topic of abortion has been one of the most controversial debates in American history since Roe v. Wade in 1973. The landmark case ruled that the states were forbidden from outlawing or regulating any aspect of abortion performed during the first trimester of pregnancy, could only enact abortion regulations reasonably related to maternal health in the second and third trimesters, and could enact abortion laws protecting the life of the fetus only in the third trimester. The debate on when life begins in the womb still remains. Before abortion was legalized, women faced with an unwanted pregnancy would perform abortions on themselves using everyday household items such as chopsticks and wire hangers. These objects would be inserted into the uterus to dislodge the fetus from the uterine wall and terminate the pregnancy. 23

When abortion was legalized in 1973, women could make a choice whether or not to keep an unwanted pregnancy and have safe and legal abortions from medical doctors. However, women now find themselves fighting for their reproductive rights as these rights are slowly stripped away from state to state. In 2009, Nebraska was the first state to enforce stricter rules on abortion, and this has caused a ripple effect across the U.S. with 12 states following suit in the past three years. In 2010, Nebraska barred abortions after 20 weeks of pregnancy, making it the country’s most restrictive abortion law at the time. The law defies the limit set by Supreme Court decisions, which give women a right to an abortion until the fetus is viable outside the womb, usually around 24 weeks into pregnancy. This left doctors that do third trimester abortions at risk. These doctors had to move their clinics to another state if they planned to continue performing third trimester abortions. Pro-life activists claim that these rules are necessary for the protection of the unborn children. hat’s good that there are strict regulations,” said Emily Anne, a 19-year-old missionary for t he Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust. Anne often visits colleges, including Mt. SAC, with protest posters and pamphlets of graphic images of aborted fetuses that she hands out to students. Erin Preston, an 18-year-old psychology major, said she supports the organization’s methods for creating awareness. “I thought it was really cool and creative how they brought awareness on campus,” Preston said. “Life begins as soon as conception occurs.” Some states have become even stricter, like North Dakota, which bans an abortion after six weeks. This ban resulted in Federal Judge Daniel Hovland granting a temporary injunction noting that the law HB 1456 essentially banned 90 percent of abortions performed at Red River Women’s Clinic, the only clinic in North Dakota that performs abortions. “The State has extended an invitation to an expensive court battle over a law restricting abortions that is a blatant violation of the constitutional guarantees afforded to all women,” Hoyland wrote. In addition to changing the law to make abortions harder to access, anti-abortion ‘activists’ have gone as far as killing doctors who perform abortions. Dr. George Tiller is an example of activism going to far. Tiller was killed in June 2009, when he was leaving his Wichita church. This left other abortion doctors scared for their lives, especially those that do third trimester abortions. Dr. Warren Hern said in an interview in the documentary, “After Tiller,” that he fears he is going to be shot down every time he steps out of the house. The death of Tiller was condemned by anti-abortion groups such as the National Right to Life Committee, the largest U.S. antiabortion group, whose spokesperson told CNN in June 2009 that it “unequivocally condemns any such acts of violence regardless of motivation. The pro-life movement works to protect the right to life and increase respect for human life. The unlawful use of violence is directly contrary to that goal.” Besides Hern, there are only three remaining medical doctors that do third trimester abortions in the United States: Dr. LeRoy Carhart, Dr. Susan Robinson and Dr. Shelley Sella. In the Tiller documentary, one of the main reasons these doctors continue to perform abortions is to help families, mothers, and rape victims with their situation. It varies on why each abortion occurs. Some


They shouldn’t punish the baby for the rapist’s crime.Every human life begins from fertilization. Every abortion ends a human life.” —Emily Anne women became pregnant after being raped; others knew that their child would be born dead; and some mothers’ lives were at risk due to their pregnancy. The documentary reports that states with abortion restrictions force some women into the archaic method of using hangers, objects, and purposely ramming their stomachs in hopes of inducing an abortion. Some take overdoses of pills. Winters said these laws put women in danger. “Not having a choice is dangerous,” Winters said. Currently, the following states enforcing stricter abortion laws are: Nebraska, Texas, Arkansas, Kansas, Mississippi, Louisiana, Indiana, Virginia, Idaho, Iowa, Utah, Ohio, South Dakota and North Dakota. Andrea Valenzuela, a 23-year-old kinesiology major, said women should have the right to do what they want. “I think it’s wrong. They have to make their own decision,” Valenzuela said. Anne disagreed and said that even the child of a rapist has the right to life. “They shouldn’t punish the baby for the rapist’s crime,” Anne said. “Every human life begins from fertilization. Every abortion ends a human life.” Although Michelle had an abortion, she said that she is sympathetic toward rape victims if they decided to keep the baby. “You can’t make light of a situation. Ultimately it’s about the women’s choice,” Michelle said. Some pro-life activists claim that the abortion does more psychological damage than having the child and giving it up for adoption. Kristin Garza, the 27-year-old director for campus outreach for Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust, is one of those believers. “Abortion is not going to un-rape her. Why cause another traumatic event?” Garza said. Pro-life activists see that people that go through rape should not cause an additional victim because of the crime of the father. Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust volunteer Mary Rose, 24, agreed. “Just because it’s caused by rape does not make it any less human,” Rose said. “It’s the only light in a horrible situation.” Rose added that she understands there are two victims in a rape situation, but still said the child deserves to live. “It’s not fair to discriminate because of the father’s crime,” Rose said. The focus of the Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust is to raise awareness that abortion is wrong, and people are killing live babies. The group said they believe that human life begins from fertilization.


veryone born after 1973 is an abortion survivor,” Rose said. “I am an abortion survivor.” That is the driving mechanism for anti-abortion groups. Advocates are pushing for 20 week bans on abortion claiming that the fetus feels pain at this point of the pregnancy. “Any time we talk about developmental landmarks of the unborn child, anything showing that the unborn child is a member of the human family — that gets the public to take a closer look at abortion,” Mary Spaulding Balch, the state policy director of the National Right to Life Committee, told the NY Times on Aug. 1. This caused abortion rights activists to move from state to state to fight for reproduction rights. “These laws are cloaked in the language of two-week increments, rather than banning abortion at conception or other more radical measures,” Suzanne B. Goldberg, the director of the Center for Gender and Sexuality Law at Columbia University, told the NY Times on Aug. 1. “They are cutting back on women’s constitutional rights, but less dramatically, so they trigger less alarm across society.” Nonetheless, the abortion rights activists believed that the Supreme Court would find these laws unconstitutional. However, on Nov. 19, the Supreme Court did not put a halt to a law in Texas that was declared by Planned Parenthood unconstitutional because it restricts women’s rights. The Supreme Court rejected the emergency application requested by Planned Parenthood. The Texas law requires abortion doctors to have admitting privileges from nearby hospitals. Democratic State Senator Wendy Davis briefly stalled the law in an 11-hour filibuster.The Texas law will be reviewed again in January at the Court of Appeals hearing. Whatever the outcome, either party can appeal the case to the Supreme Court. The Supreme Court was divided 5-4 in the decision to intervene. Justice Stephen G. Breyer wrote, for the dissenters, that the effect of the ruling was leaving 24 counties in the Rio Grande Valley without abortion clinics which may reduce the access to safe abortions in Texas. However, Justices Antonin Scalia, Clarence Thomas, and Samuel A. Alito Jr. wrote that the challengers were not able to ask the Supreme Court to alter an appeals court’s provisional decision. “Reasonable minds can perhaps disagree about whether the court of appeals should have granted a stay in this case,” Scalia wrote. “But there is no doubt that the applicants have not carried their heavy burden of showing that doing so was a clear violation of accepted legal standards — which do not include a special ‘status quo’ standard for laws affecting abortion.” Abortion rights activists said that this law serves no medical purpose and was forcing one third of the 36 abortion clinics in Texas to stop performing the procedure. Women will now have to travel long distances to get the procedure and get approval from their doctor.

Yes it sucks that you’re going to kill a baby. I am pro-choice. [These laws] are not going to stop girls from doing it; it’s just going to make it harder. If they really want to do it, they’re going to find a way.” —Michelle

“Yes it sucks that you’re going to kill a baby,” Michelle said. “I am pro-choice. [These laws] are not going to stop girls from doing it; it’s just going to make it harder. If they really want to do it, they’re going to find a way.” This is one of the many laws in the past few years that questions the Supreme Court decisions of Roe v. Wade leaving women’s rights activists in fear that the U.S. is stripping them of their rights. “Overturning Roe v. Wade would be placing many women in grave danger,” Winters said. “All one has to do is look back on the history prior to Roe v. Wade and see what our society would resort back to.” Nonetheless, pro-life activists like Republican Gov. Rick Perry approved the decision. “This is good news both for the unborn and for the women of Texas, who are now better protected from shoddy abortion providers operating in dangerous conditions,” Perry told the Miami Herald on Nov. 20. “As always, Texas will continue doing everything we can to protect the culture of life in our state.” These stricter laws may temporarily take effect, but Planned Parenthood and other activists will continue their egal fight to not overthrow Roe v. Wade. “This law is blocking women in Texas from getting a safe and legal medical procedure that has been their constitutionally protected right for 40 years,” President of Planned Parenthood Federation of America Cecile Richards told the Miami Herald on Nov. 20. “This is outrageous and unacceptable — and also demonstrates why we need stronger federal protections for women’s health. Your rights and your ability to make your own medical decisions should not depend on your ZIP code.” The number of states restricting abortions is increasing, but California still remains as one of the states that has not questioned the Supreme Court decisions. In California, the CA Health and Safety Code 123462 states: “Every individual has the fundamental right to choose or refuse birth control. Every woman has the fundamental right to choose to bear a child or choose to obtain an abortion, except as specifically limited by this article. The state shall not deny or interfere with a woman’s fundamental right to choose to bear a child or to choose to obtain an abortion, except as specifically permitted by this article.” This law allows women in California to have more options such as Planned Parenthood, adoption and abortion. But sometimes

adoption is not an option. Without Roe v. Wade and the current allowance of abortion women would be left without a choice; a choice that was given to women in 1973; a decision that prevented back alley abortions. If the possibility were to arise that abortion were illegal some would keep the fetus instead of aborting it. “I would probably have it. I’m too scared to do a backyard abortion,” Winters said. “I wouldn’t know what to do but I know I wouldn’t be living the life I am today. I think my life would just not be the same.” Throughout the abortion process Winters’ learned that her friends were there through every step of the way, even if they did not agree with what she was doing. “My friend that drove me to the appointment is actually against it,“ Winters said. “She said what she thinks about my abortion has nothing to do with our friendship and friends help each other when they need it.” Although new laws are questioning women’s choices, those who have had an abortion said that women should not feel ashamed of their decision; no matter what it is. “We shouldn’t feel ashamed,” Winters said. “Women need to know they are not a bad person and that there are many options out there. There is abortion, adoption, planned parenting…there isn’t just one ultimate decision. It is important for women to understand these options and the consequences that go along with each decision.” Winters added that it is important to educate people on abortion and sex education. “It is so important to talk about abortion out in the open instead of behind closed doors,” Winters said. “The more correct information we have for men and women on prevention and pregnancy options the better decisions people can make for themselves.” The 20-week bans that have started across states is just the beginning for pro-life groups. In the upcoming year, states will see a push for more bans. “Our mission is to restore legal protection to unborn life from the moment of conception,” Balch told the NY Times on Aug. 1. “This is a marathon.” *Names were changed. —ADOLFO TIGERINO

Women need to know they are not a bad person and that there are many options out there. There is abortion, adoption, planned parenting…there isn’t just one ultimate decision. It is important for women to understand these options and the consequences that go along with each decision.” Tianna Winters



rom top to bottom, Super Mario 3D World is amazing, offering a constantly beautiful experience. Not only does the game perfect many elements of the Mario formula, there are two major firsts for the Mario series. This is the first time a full 3D Mario game has been in HD and also the first time a full 3D Mario game has offered multiplayer. Super Mario 3D World’s visuals are nothing short of marvelous. Hyper realism would not really suit Mario, but they certainly hit the nail on the head with exactly the right style of visual. It’s like looking into a magical realm full of bright colors that bridges on a box of living toys. Beyond the visuals, the game also boasts 60 fps graphics that allow for Mario and pal’s every move to be rather stunning. Character’s heads turn and watch bad guys as they run past, little bits of fur bounce around, bell power-ups glisten, and puffs of smoke follow Mario as he moves. A number of particularly remarkable levels blew my mind with rain that visibly soaked the characters, covering each of them in a cold, wet sheen as it pattered


and splattered all over the screen. The visuals also improve the multiplayer immensely allowing all the characters to be crystal clear even when quite tiny. Multiplayer in Super Mario 3D World is some serious fun. One to four players can tackle the entirety of the game together playing as characters that each handle slightly differently. Mario is equal in all skills, Luigi runs faster and jumps higher with slippery controls, Peach can float briefly, but moves slower, and Toad runs fastest, but has a different heavier weight to him. The game lets players drop in anytime and drop out whenever not in levels. When playing as a group, players are ranked at the end of levels by score, and the player with the highest score gets a crown that scores extra points in the next level. Players also all share the same lives, so while you can be competitive, teamwork is crucial. The game moves from single player to multiplayer effortlessly. Neither experience feels less polished; the game works wonderfully whether you are with your whole family, a friend, or on your own. Each level is designed for comfortable play no matter how many players are in the game. The levels, oh the levels are marvelous. Each is so different from the next, always changing and adding things to the formula. Levels jump from expansive spaces to tiny speed runs to tribute levels to other Nintendo games (both a Mario Kart and Zelda-ish level appear). The variety is amazing, from the power-ups to the enemies, the game consistently brings excitement. I won’t speak about the 2013 Fall-Substance

levels any more for fear of spoiling surprises for you. The music runs rampant from old classics to jazz to a wily guitar that plays when you encounter Bowser. It perfectly compliments the beautiful madness of the game. The Miiverse integration is also some of the best I have seen. You have the option of posting to the Miiverse after any level, or any time on the map. Stamps are found sprinkled throughout levels and are used to cover these posts in Mario characters. Depending where you are, the game displays posts by other players who are doing the same things as you making it a wonderful community experience. The only complaint I can make is about what Super Mario 3D World is not, which is Super Mario Galaxy. While Super Mario 3D World is superb in its own right, it doesn’t quite have that grand feeling of the Mario Galaxies, or of Super Mario Sunshine, or Super Mario 64, it feels more in line with Super Mario 3D Land and the New Super Mario Bros. games. Now, I don’t know if that’s a bad thing. The bite sized, linear levels in large quantities are extremely

fun, and the multiplayer certainly puts this game in a position to be played much more often in our house, but something still yearns in me for a 3D Mario with a bit more depth. Though $60 always seems too expensive for a video game, I would unquestionably pay it twice over. This is the dangerous thing about Nintendo, it doesn’t matter whether or not their consoles are powerful enough for the latest super dark games about killing things with guns, I will give them all of my money on any occasion to play with Mario again. Simply put, Super Mario 3D World is a ridiculously fun game. It is endlessly surprising and full of new ideas. A level does not go by where something new isn’t added. It is easy to pick up and play, yet offers enough options where you could spend hours and hours mastering it. I look forward to playing it again and again and talking it up as the reason to buy a Wii U. —COOPER MCHATTON

This image was created by 18-year-old high school student Mary Anne Marcondes. She chose pretty girls

“because people don’t expect they will be hurt by all the negative things that are said.”


he sun beat down as it did in Southern California during mid July. Not a single cloud blemished the bright blue sky, a sign of beauty to some. The wind was low and dry, an engine roared in the distance as he took another hit of his pipe. Today was going to be a good day, but for all the wrong reasons. For 26-year-old psychology student Carlos Mejia, it was supposed to be the last day of his life, the final hours he walked amongst the living. He had made up his mind two weeks before, unsure of how to do it. Pills would be disgusting when they found him, and hanging would be too difficult. He said he could not get a hold of a gun, so he decided to slit his wrists. This would not be one of those “cheesy cries for help teenagers usually do. That would have been a copout,” Mejia said. Looking back six years ago, Mejia said that it was a cry for help, that all he wanted was someone to see his suffering.


“It is not like it wasn’t obvious you know. If you looked at my arms, the things I would write, I don’t know how people didn’t figure it out,” Mejia said. He got up from his favorite smoking spot in his backyard, just under a giant oak tree, and walked to the house. He looked around expecting to never see it again. Mejia said it made him feel almost nostalgic, but not enough to change his mind. “It wasn’t the most glorious place, it was a dump. But it was my dump—I had some good memories there. Yeah, some fucked up shit went down, but there were good times too,” Mejia said. Mejia’s attempt at suicide stemmed from his experiences with depression and the trauma of sexual abuse by his father and others. “They messed me up. They really fucked me up in the head. I was depressed from day one, the moment it happened. No child should have to go through what I did. How can people even live doing that stuff to a kid?” According to a 2009 article published in the Journal of Traumatic Stress, males who experienced childhood sexual abuse, CSA, were more likely than women who have experienced CSA to 2013 Fall-Substance

attempt suicide multiple times, and be diagnosed with PTSD. Mejia said he was not surprised by the facts, and added that he knows other men in his situation that have attempted suicide because of a history of sexual abuse. “When I was in group [therapy] I met guys like me, some worse. They felt like they had their manhood stolen from them and couldn’t bear the weight. Me, I just felt like I didn’t deserve to keep living.” After finishing his marijuana, he went upstairs and lay in his bed, naked, stripped of all his humanity he said. “I didn’t want to die in clothes [my dad] bought me. I wanted to die for me, and only me.” When he made the first cut he began to feel regret, but pushed it aside knowing it was his body’s way of trying to save himself. “I began to regret it. I didn’t want to finish. But I knew it was too late—I couldn’t stop.” He slit both his wrists and waited as the blood began to soak his sheets, a feeling he said he will never forget. “It was strange in a way. I could almost feel my life slip away.

The blood was warm and I could feel it, but I got really cold. It was probably like 90 degrees in the house but it felt like I was in ice.” His attempt would have been successful if not for the intervention of his best friend. “I don’t know how it happened, but he was coming over to hang out and didn’t call,” Mejia said. Mejia said that when his friend came over, he was almost unconscious from the blood loss. He vaguely recalled the moment. “The moment he saw me he flipped. I barely remember it at all. It all happened so fast, and the next thing I know I’m laying in a hospital bed looking at my dad, the last person on earth I wanted to see.” His friend, who spoke on the condition of anonymity, said that in that moment he knew what to do. “I was so confused when I walked in—I never knocked—we were that close. I didn’t know where Carlos was but I knew his parents were out of town,” he said. “When I went upstairs and saw him, I just went on instinct. I wrapped up his arms and called the police.” It took only 10 minutes for help to arrive to the house. When they arrived, they began asking questions. “They asked if he was depressed, if he had taken drugs,” he said. “I didn’t know what to tell them, so I lied.” Mejia said he is glad his friend walked in to save him because there is so much he has accomplished since then. “I was 20. What does a 20-year-old know about anything like that? Since then I’ve been all over the world—Germany, London, China and places like that. I’ve met some many amazing people that [I would never have met if I had died],” Mejia said. The nightmare was not over for Mejia after waking up. He said that while he was in the hospital his family took turns watching him until he was stable enough to be moved to a mental facility where he would undergo psychiatric treatment. Mejia said his father took the first watch. “It was like being a kid again. He took me into the bathroom and raped me. He was angry and he used his power to kill me even if I hadn’t been able to myself.” This was the final straw for Mejia. Two nights later, before his father took watch again, he told his mother what had been happening. “She cried a lot. She didn’t believe it at first, but when she read my journal she knew I wasn’t lying. She called him to come and said she was going to have him arrested, but she didn’t.” Things did not end smoothly and justice was not brought to the man who had caused so much pain in Mejia’s life. “He fled. He took off when my mom accused him. He knew what was going to happen to him and he took off like a fucking coward.” Mejia said his mother has not spoken to him since his father left, blaming him for breaking up their “perfect” family. “Good riddance if you ask me,” Mejia said. “He was a deadbeat sicko and she let him go.” Despite this, Mejia said he is grateful to have a second chance and has left the past where it belongs. “Despite all the fucked up crap that has happened I have to stay positive ... There is so much in life worth living for even if you have a fucked up past. Stay strong, that’s all I have to say. Keep smiling and get help, whatever is going on it’s not worth dying over.” —ALBERT SERNA



n what is considered a male-dominated field, Sand One is breaking through stereotypes, making her name known as an urban street artist as she vibrantly paints the streets of Los Angeles with her signature long eyelashed “Sand Chikz” characters. Standing at just 5-feet tall, the 21-year-old Latina street artist from East Los Angeles would describe herself to have somewhat of a “Napoleon complex” as an underdog in this competitive field, as she paints murals as large as 30 feet high. “I’m so short, so I like painting big cartoons because it makes me feel good,” Sand One said. “It’s a reflection of my ego. Go big or go home.” “Sand Chikz” emerged in the scene in 2010 and since then, through dedication and perseverance, these voluptuous, playful, cartoony women have made their way from the streets to art shows and galleries throughout the U.S. and Latin America. Sand One is all about girl power and she has no problem letting everyone know it. “I don’t paint for men,” Sand One said. “I don’t paint men, period. I paint for women.” She stands for empowering today’s L.A. woman by channeling the hustle and bustle lifestyle and her everyday experiences through her artwork. She respectively connects each of her characters to that of the relatable everyday woman by evoking love, success, heartbreak, happiness, attitude and confidence. With her passion for street art, Sand One said that the goal of her “Sand Chikz” is to bring happiness and motivation, while creating an awarenesss that street art is to be enjoyed, not frowned 32

Alein in front of one of his tags. Photo—TYLER JOHNSON

upon. When Sand One’s mother heard of her daughter’s aspirations to pursue art, she suggested she become a secretary at Chase Bank or go to college to get a degree. Sand One decided to march to the beat of her own drum. “Working as a secretary wasn’t my calling. What was I going to be, the coolest secretary in the building? No!” What she wanted most was to be appreciated for her motivational statements made through her art pieces, like the artists that inspired her, like world-renowned graffiti artist Retna, Andy Warhol, and Frida Kahlo. In a field that can be cutthroat, Sand One does not let the intense competition discourage her from getting to where she ultimately envisions her life. “Every day I wake up motivated. I want to be known as the Frida Kahlo of street art, but I’m the gangster version.” Like Kahlo, who expressed her life through her paintings, Sand One, who grew up in the slums of East Los Angeles, shares her life through her murals of “Sand Chikz” by adding those very personal elements, like the signature voluminous eyelashes that every Sand Chik sports. This characteristic is a reminder of growing up with her single mother who caked on loads of mascara, rocking those long “spider-leg lashes.” Sand One attributes her tough skin to the haters and doubters that keep her motivated to do what she loves. “They target my appearance by calling me a ‘fat bitch that’s going to die out’ but that doesn’t break me. Tell me my art sucks; tell me that my cartoons look like crap. That breaks me. That’s getting personal.” Sand One has words for her haters and doubters, fans and followers. “I’m your L.A. girl. The streets are my canvas. I paint anything that allows me to embrace that Los Angeles culture. Embrace me.” 2013 Fall-Substance


hile Sand One’s murals can be mistaken as graffiti, Alein (pronounced aye-lean), a self-proclaimed graffiti artist, said that there is a difference between graffiti

and urban art. “Graffiti in general is just the act of putting up a message, name, character etc. It’s communication,” he said. Alein also acknowledged that graffiti is a form of vandalism, but said, “writers only hit government owned property.” “Graffiti belongs in the streets. It’s a raw, untamed art that the government has no control over.” Their philosophies on art may differ, but both Sand One and Alein ultimately are after the same dream: to make to a name for themselves and leave their mark on the world. —CHRISTINA ARTMANNI AND TYLER JOHNSON


Sand One in front of one of her pieces. Photo—ADOLFO TIGERINO


or a while, it seemed as if Metal music had dived into the shadows of the radio waves. What was once a lively, booming and prevalent force in the mainstream, became a genre only avid fans and metal heads followed. Now metal has reemerged and is blasting through the mainstream like a hibernating beast that has just awakened. The ripple effect started this year when metal bands like Anthrax, Motörhead, Airbourne, Megadeth, Children of Bodom, Five Finger Death Punch, Avenged Sevenfold and KoRn released new albums. Heavy metal has once again cracked through these record walls, making metal lovers want to hear the dark sounds of music again. Leading the triumphant return of Metal is the legendary Black Sabbath whose full-length album, “13,” has critics and fans alike praising their return. Black Sabbath is one of the first metal bands 34

to pave the way for the metal bands that followed. Just ask Slipknot drummer, Joey Jordison, who told Metal Hammer in a May 2012 article, that “Without Black Sabbath it’s simple: there’d be no metal.” Heavy Metal’s history is rooted in bands like Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, and Deep Purple. These three pioneers created something new that would give birth to metal subgenres such as death, black, power, thrash, stoner, melodeath, nu, and groove metal. Although different in sound, all were influenced by these three bands. Sabbath lead vocalist and wild man Ozzy Osbourne told Now Magazine in an August interview that the 70s and 80s heavy metal are nothing like the 90s and new millennium metal, yet all are categorized together. “We’re all under this one bag, and I never really got my head around it,” Osbourne said. Black Sabbath’s rise in popularity in the 70s gave rise to bands like Judas Priest who would help define the genre. “Black Sabbath’s audience was left to scavenge for sounds with similar impact,” metal historian and author Ian Christe said in his book, Sound of the Beast: The Complete Head Banging History of Heavy Metal. “By the mid-1970s, heavy metal aesthetic could be spotted like a mythical beast in the moody bass and complex dual guitars of Thin Lizzy, in the stagecraft of Alice Cooper, in the sizzling guitar and showy vocals of Queen, and in the thundering 2013 Fall-Substance

medieval questions of Rainbow. When Motörhead burst out in 1975, the band’s heavy punk influence rebelled against the system, highly produced albums and emphasized the do-it-yourself aesthetic. This created the wild, fast, aggressive and distinct boastful roars of front man and bassist Ian Fraser Kilmister, better known as “Lemmy,” who defined the sound of Motörhead. The band still remains a prevalent force in the metal world and are still releasing albums 38 years later. Although most of their albums sound similar, all provide that enticing sound that Motörhead fans love. By the late 70s and early 80s, metal transformed into the mainstream with bands like Van Halen and Mötley Crüe topping the charts. Eddie Van Halen’s finger tapping solos, a technique that uses both left and right hands on the guitar’s neck, rose the band to rock superstar status and by the ‘80s, glam metal bands like Poison and Warrant took over the Sunset Strip, and the airwaves.

But a new wave of metal was forming. Thrash would arrive with what is known as the Big Four of Thrash: Slayer, Metallica, Megadeth, and Anthrax. This faster and more aggressive sound would have fans banging their heads. Metallica reached major commercial success with their self-titled‘ black’ album. Metallica’s 2008 release of “Death Magnetic” was a promising return for the band. While Anthrax rose out this year with a fast pumping mostly cover album, “Anthems,” the album showcases the band’s strong suits in full swing as they cover all their major influences of the 70s. Their cover of Rush’s “Anthem” will keep fans hooked with Scott Ian’s neck breaking guitar playing and Joey Belladonna’s hypnotizing vocals. “One of the great things about ‘Smokin’ is that there’s a really cool section that has a real ‘Anthrax-y’ feel to it, the guitars and drums and playing the same type of rhythm, the kick drums are going with the guitars – I immediately heard in my head what we could do with it,” drummer Charlie Benante told Loudwire about the Boston cover on March 15. Anthrax was able to bring out a brutally power pumping cover album bringing in old and new fans. Rolling Stone Magazine wrote: “One of the few heavy-metaloriented bands to get consistently high critical marks, Anthrax —along with Metallica and Megadeth —redefined the metal genre in the ‘80s, stressing anger, speed, and emotional intensity over big hair and power ballads. The early 90s marked the death of mainstream metal. Nirvana and the grunge scene changed the dynamics of mainstream. The masses were no longer interested in sophisticated and complicated guitar solos and riffs, but instead craved simplicity. It seemed bleak for metal, until a new genre arose on the scene. Nu-metal was something different, something unique. This genre fused together metal and a variety of other genres such as funk, punk, hip hop, and grunge. This marked a new wave in the metal scene with bands like KoRn, early Linkin Park, Coal Chamber and Slipknot reaching high commercial success. Airwaves were infected well into the 2000s with KoRn’s “Follow the Leader” and Linkin Park’s “Hybrid Theory” albums. Both bands are still around, although Linkin Park has gone in a new direction while KoRn still finds itself in its dark metal roots and continues to add new sounds. KoRn’s release, “Paradigm Shift,” created a deeper, darker sound that has been lost for a while while their latest and heaviest album, “KoRn III: Remember Who You Are,” marked a new journey for metal. The metal journey continues with Avenged Sevenfold’s, A7X, “Hail to the King,” and gives multiple nods to thrash legends Megadeth and Metallica. Metal has come full circle with Black Sabbath returning to the scene with all original members except for Bill Ward, who was replaced by drummer Brad Wilk of Rage Against the Machine. It has been 35 years since Osbourne was in the studio with the band after being kicked out for his alcohol and drug use. “13” provides the same dark and atmospheric tone that broke them into the metal scene 43 years ago. Wilk’s drumming is reminiscent of Ward’s, and Tony Iommi’s guitar solos are back in full swing. Osbourne’s voice still sounds as good as it did years ago. Sabbath’s return marks the return of metal and the rebirth of a scene long forgotten. —ADOLFO TIGERINO



Luckily, many Latinas are now thinking differently. A Nielson Study conducted this year concluded that U.S Hispanic women are rapidly surfacing as prominent contributors to the educational, economic and cultural well being of not only their own ethnicity, but of American Society. Latinas are also outnumbering Latino males in their educational pursuits and career developments. The National Council of La Raza reported that more Latina women are obtaining associate, bachelor’s and master’s degrees. So even with the pressures of family, women like Bertadillo, who was told by her father that she could end up “barren, old and bitter,” are still obtaining degrees. However, the council also reported that men are the ones earning professional and doctorate degrees. This could have something to do with women having children and not moving on to advanced degrees. Brenda Selva, a 28-year old vet technician major who was born in California to a Salvadoran mother and a Nicaraguan father, said this idea of having children young is ingrained in Latina women. “I have heard that after 30, the chances of a successful pregnancy are slim, and that is what adds pressure to finishing school and starting a family soon,” Selva said. But some Latina women have full support from their families. Cami Hernandez, a 27-year-old Mt. SAC graduate, is one of those women. After graduating Mt. SAC, she completed her bachelor’s degree in public relations at Cal State Fullerton. She currently works at UC Irvine Health as a senior writer and account coordinator for the Marketing and Communications department and is working on her MBA in marketing and leadership at the University of LaVerne. “I was never pressured to get married or have kids,” Hernandez said. “My parents always expected me to go to college and they still encourage me to travel and advance my career before I start a family.” She said that many Latinas are pressured to get married because that is the role they are expected to fill. She has advice for these women. “Think about the vast opportunities and experiences you will be able to offer your children if you give yourself the chance to complete a degree and have a career before you start a family. Education is a great investment that opens doors to a better life for you and your children.” —SARA BRIONES

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ija, when are you planning to have babies? You’re only getting older.” If I had a dime for every time my family members have asked me that question, I would be sipping margaritas on my private boat somewhere on an island off the coast of French Polynesia. Most women have to go the extra mile in every aspect of their lives. Attending college occupies a large chunk of our time and many of us work while attending school. But when our own parents start asking us questions about when we are going to start “popping out babies,” it only adds stress to our already busy lives. Sometimes the questions are harsh. “Ya se te esta yiendo el tren,” which translated in English means “The train is leaving you behind.” As a 23-year-old fertile Mexican-American woman who is in a stable relationship, I am constantly pressured by my parents to start a family. I am trying to obtain my degree, but am constantly asked about my childless, single status. My mother has even offered to care for my child should I decide to get pregnant. When family members tease us for going against the Latin cultural norms of having children at a young age, some of us may begin to question our own goals and dreams. Take Luz Bertadillo for example, a 23-year-old former Mt. SAC student who was born in Mexico City and brought to the United States at age 7. She is now attending the University of California, Berkeley but still must endure this pressure from her aging parents to get married and have children. Bertadillo, the youngest of five children and the only female, said the pressure began from the first day she went dress shopping for her Quinceanera dress. Her mother told her that as soon as the turned 18, they would shop for her wedding dress at that same boutique. “My mom constantly tells me that she wants grandkids before she dies. I think it comes from the fact that she had her first born at the age of 18,” Bertadillo said. For decades, females in Latin countries have been seen as stayat-home mothers whose only role is to bear children and take care of their husbands. Bertadillo, who received Deferred Action and is a Dreamer Scholarship recipient, is going against the cultural norms of having a family. “My parents worry when I am not in a stable relationship,” she said.


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AUTUMN IN LA Faux Fall Fashion I


n a city without seasons, dressing for fall and winter can be challenging. Though the weather may not change much, that does not mean you cannot change your wardrobe dramtically and still be comfortable. Vanezza Padilla, a 19-year-old visual communications student at FIDM,

models some choice fall looks fit for what Angelenos call crisp weather—a low of 68 degrees.



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Uptown girl in downtown A faux white leather jacket, scarf, and designer bag gives this casual look a classy edge.

Weekend in Los Feliz A hipster look does not have to be dirty and sloppy. Tuck in the shirt and if the weather drops down to 60 degrees, bust out a beanie or other knitted headwear of choice.

Simply Sophisticated A long cardigan over a solid dark dress with a belted waist creates a warm and elegant look.

Knit Wit A neutral tone knit jacket dresses down this little black dress, but the colorful knit scarf livens up this classic look.

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A LUXURY WE CAN NO LONGER AFFORD Post-secondary education as we know it is a scam, pushed by a false narrative that leads students to pursue whatever they want rather than whatever society needs. It is time to melt the special snowflakes before they reach the fires of the job market. American students have been told their whole lives that their dreams are worth pursuing. That passion will guide our careers, and that with a college education we are all but guaranteed a comfortable, fulfilling life, the same as or better than the ones our parents had. But graduates of “softer” majors are discovering the hard truth when they enter a dismal and unforgiving job market. Employers are not looking for critical thinkers and readers: They’re looking for people who can help them profit, and to do that, they want people with a hard set of skills. People like science, technology, engineering, and mathematics, or STEM majors. Big publications like the New York Times fret about the future of the humanities: In “Interest Fading In Humanities, Colleges Worry,” the paper starts a conversation about the eclipsing of the humanities in favor of STEM majors. The article proposes that funding STEM disproportionately and emphasizing the monetary value of a college education has led to a decline in humanities majors. It fails to mention the fact that students are simply wising up, and deciding not to travel a road of debt and unemployment. This is not a troubling trend. It is simply a reflection of reality. With collective student loan debt topping $1 trillion, students are beginning to treat college as a vocational training ground, opting for non-humanities courses that will lead to high-paying jobs. This reflects an economic truth: not everyone can afford the 2013 Fall-Substance

luxury of a broad-based undergraduate education, especially in a bum economy. The world cannot sustain a generation of special snowflakes; we need to stop telling burgeoning English majors that there are career prospects for them in this economy, because save for an exceptional few, there are few enough that there may as well be none. Some may argue that with passion, students will succeed wherever they choose to go. This idea is dangerous. Sure, exceptional people will, with luck, succeed despite overwhelming odds. But by definition the majority of people should not think of themselves as exceptional. It is terrible that we cannot afford to send our students to college and give them a well-rounded education without putting them in crippling debt. But that is how the system works right now: pressured to go to college and study whatever they want, a majority of students with a bachelor’s degree get a raw deal financially, leading to a hard life of debt and underemployment. And it is time for Americans to stop perpetuating that system. Counselors must stop encouraging students to run headfirst into a heavily impacted field fraught with debt. Encourage students to dream, but dream carefully. Stop pushing students to take on debt if there are few career prospects for them in their field. Most importantly, students: Don’t buy into the scam. If you do, know what lies ahead. Education is an investment. If you are rich, it can be an investment in personal growth and exploration. If you are poor and brilliant, scholarships will pay the way to personal enrichment. If you are poor and average, consider the realities of what you are doing before you do it. Maybe it is time to drop the humanities for the majority of people, and allow special snowflakes to give way to hard cogs in a merciless machine. —VANESSA SOLIS 43


BANANA CRUNCH WRAP This is a very simple and fast desert that is both delicious and fun to make with many different ways of preparing it. Ingredients: 1 flour tortilla (corn does not taste good), 1 banana, cinnamon brown sugar. Step 1: Heat a pan with vegetable oil or butter on medium heat. Step 2: Add the banana and let it sit for a minute. Add cinnamon brown sugar, then turn it to the other side and add cinnamon brown sugar to that side as well. Step 3: Remove the banana and set it aside for now. Step 4: Add a little more vegetable oil or butter, then add the flour tortilla. Add cinnamon brown sugar. After it browns a little, flip it to the other side and add the banana on top. Add cinnamon brown sugar. Step 5: Fold the tortilla over the banana like a burrito, and turn off the heat. Let the wrap sit on the pan for another minute. Step 6: Take the banana off the pan onto a plate and you now have a banana crunch wrap! You can also add your favorite toppings like ice cream, hot fudge, M&Ms, etc.


I came up with this recipe one morning while cooking pancakes for breakfast. I noticed I was nearly out of pancake batter and thought about giving up and started putting my stuff away when I noticed a box of Pillsbury vanilla cake mix in the cabinet. I thought if I mixed the right amount of the vanilla cake mix with the pancake mix, ultimately I would be able to pull this off. And I did. Ingredients: Krusteaz Pancake Mix, Pillsbury Vanilla Cake Mix, milk or water. Step 1: With the measuring cup weigh out the mixes to the quantity you desire. Remember to do half and half—Say you’re going to put in three cups—you would want 1.5 cups regular pancake mix, and 1.5 vanilla cake mix. Now add the milk or water and mix until the batter is smooth. Step 2: Heat up the griddle to about a medium low heat. Step 3: Add the pancake batter. It will take about a minute to cook, the same amount of time as a regular pancake. Step 4: Once you have a pancake, you can still add your favorite treats like blueberries and chocolate chips. —DYLAN MUJICA


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sweet waft of cinnamon aroma lured me into the infamous Cinnabon Café. I could almost taste the freshly baked and heavily glazed cinnamon roll as I lolled at the window display. However, it would take one misguided action to convert my sweet desire into an everlasting imprint of guilt and embarrassment. As I waited patiently in line, I noticed the individual ahead of me. It was an older woman that looked to be in her mid-70s. She was the exact portrayal of the ideal grandmother. She was a Betty White of sorts with her fragile structure, an endearing smile, and short fluffy hair white as snow. Before I knew it, I was finally next in line. “One original cinnamon roll with extra glaze please,” I said. All I could do was simply anticipate my first bite into the scrumptious oven baked dessert. However, before I could slip away into sweet bliss I headed over to the utensils station. Next to me stood Betty White’s doppelganger. She smiled at me as she gingerly prepared the coffee she had ordered. The moments that would ensue quickly became a blur. I attempted to dispose my strawberry flavored gum by tossing it into the trash hole found in between the station, but the grandma’s slight movement of her coffee cup would intercept the flying ball of gum. I stared at her uncapped coffee cup in awe. She had not noticed a thing! My throat became dry as I tried to muster up the courage to tell her that I had just made a three-pointer into her coffee cup. I simply could not. She looked up at me with her endearing smile and took a sip of her coffee. Indeed, it was a sticky situation. Illustrations—ADAM VALENZUELA

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I have worked with stupid people for the past five years and have learned the delicate art of making them happy, no matter how stupid or difficult they act. I am going to show you in six easy steps how to maintaining control with your customers. It will help you look good at your job and people will love you. 1• Leave your emotions at the door. Never let personal emotions get in the way of the interaction with a customer. Try your best to mask any emotions you are feeling, whether it has something to do with something the customer did, or something that happened before you came to work. 2• The customer is always right. No matter what kind of jackass you are dealing with, the customer’s opinion is the right one. If you suck up your pride and agree with whatever they are saying, you will always win. If you fight with a customer, you will always lose. It’s as simple as that. 3• Customers love suggestions. Customers love when you suggest something for them to order off a menu, or a retail item they should buy. Even if they don’t ask 46


for it, they love when you get involved in their experience and act like you care about what they are going to buy. 4• Ask about your customer’s day. Sometimes they won’t want to talk about it, but 90 percent of the time they love to know that someone is slightly interested. Sometimes they won’t shut up, but just smile and nod. It will all be over soon. 5• Be nice. This is the easiest step, yet so many employees are rude to their customers and do not even think to be genuine and to display a good personality. 6• Be attentive. Customers love when you tend to their needs, promptly. If they need something, even if it is water with only seven ice cubes or a burger with nothing but the bun, do it. The customer is your top priority when you are on the clock. There is nothing that a customer hates more then having to ask two or three times for something. —CIERRA CANALE 2013 Fall-Substance




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