Señorita Ruth on: Self-Identity
Tell me a little about yourself
I’m always hard-pressed to fill in an “About Me” blurb or make an effort to “Tell [you] about [my]rself.” It’s certainly not an easy question to answer, and the more I think about it, the more complicated it gets. My reaction to such tasks is always the same: “Oh man. Where do I begin?”
Encompassing even some part, much less the entirety, of one’s being is challenging for many reasons. Self-identity is an abstract that is often hard to articulate successfully. How we view ourselves is dependent on outside factors and variables, many of which we have no control over. We internalize events around us, absorbing their effects on us and drawing conclusions about ourselves based on those experiences.
Self-identity is a complex matter. Not only is the average señorita plagued with questions of body image and adequacy as a person and a woman, but she is also bombarded with the meta conversations regarding these issues. Whether or not I should be worried about my weight, hair, the condition of my skin or how much money is in my wallet; it can all get rather confusing with experts and the media also weighing in. After all, the only way to get a good idea of who we might be is by looking at our reflection on the mirror of society. But the images we receive as feedback are often blurry, out of focus, or wholly questionable.
So, who or what are we?
Humans exist as a paradox between being unique and being just like everyone else. Our individuality is both precious and commonplace, as it is the most important journey we embark on, but only to ourselves. We talk about ourselves the most, we think about our own situations more than anyone else’s, and we view the world in an ego-centric way, one that often seeks out the benefit to the self above all else.
Contrasting with our self interest in the name of survival, we’re also social creatures who depend on each other for many of our needs and wants. We’ve created countless cultures and societies to fulfill needs that we can’t achieve on our own. Within these social groups we develop hierarchies, social networks, conventions, common ground and shared experiences, and many other indexes by which we identify with others.
Language is a telling marker of identity. We evaluate others by their speech, and are in return also dissected by the things we say. Words and specific ways of saying them announce to others where we’re from, our age group, our socio-economic status, and also betrays some of our world view. This reciprocal indexing occurs with nary a conscious thought, most of the time, and we operate in our day to day lives exacting very little effort to communicate our needs and wants.
So, really, tell me about yourself
A quirky grad student in the business of making observations about our language and culture. An immigrant with dual citizenship who’s been in the U.S. for over 15 years. A desert rat, born and bred all along the sands of northern Mexico and the southwestern U.S. A mother, sister, daughter. An aspiring writer interested in art, music, politics, and many other things.
This space is an expression of all those things, an analysis of what makes you, you and me, me. If you know the complexities self-identity in the Southwest, stick around, I’m hoping to unravel some of those intricate tapestries. If you don’t know what it’s like, stick around, and gain new insight into the people and places of this significant American region.

Hey Señorita Ruth. Just stopped by to say hi. Best wishes.
Sounds good. Let’s see if we have come to the same conclusions. Some how, I think they will be similar. At least most of the time.
Make me proud!
I have a hard time with the “about me” stuff too. My Blogger profile is almost completely blank. I did write a short bio once, but realized it doesn’t say anything about who I am. Listing dates and describing events doesn’t really say much about us, does it? In fact even if you read through all of my archives you probably still wouldn’t know much about me. But that isnt such a bad thing, my blog is much more interesting than I am.
Eloquent and thought evoking. I’m often of the belief that most folks, if any at all, don’t give a rat’s ass about me or what I believe to be me anyway, so any spillage of words is for my own, ego-centric benefit (reflection, personal growth).
Looking forward to your unravelings of self-identity in the great Southwest, hermana!
you forgot to tell us about your obsession with saying “Tokyo Time! Tokyo Time!” over and over again. I think that is a very important part of who you are.