Accountability is Trash Just Ask Gina

Gina Rodriguez isn’t looking for accountability, or to learn.

When I was in 7th grade, I experienced my first long term crush. Her name was Dezire, and she was a Puerto Rican sister who lived down the block from my crib. I met her during 6th grade when I spent my last semester of elementary school at PS13. Dezire was one of the cool kids, I was not, so we weren’t friends right away. That changed when she started dating my boy, Gabriel. Unfortunately for her, Gabriel at 14 was already 6’2 and always had a fresh haircut, so being faithful wasn’t really in his plans. Their relationship fizzled out after a week or so.

Despite their breakup, she and I remained friends, and I would stand outside of her window, or sit on her stoop to chat, almost every morning before school. Dezire was a light skin Latina who uses the N-word. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it. We were a bunch of kids in East New York. The neighborhood was nothing but black, and Latinx kids. We all used the N-word. It didn’t take long before I realized that she was the woman of my dreams. We would spend our 10–15 minutes of…