Hello again, from the biggest city in the world!* A few weekends ago, I went to a very fresa bar with some of my lawyer friends here (young feminist lawyers from the organization I work for). Fresa, in Mexico, means rich, snooty, haughty, etc. Literally, it means strawberry, and it is used to describe the upscale young people of which there are multitude in Mexico City. First clue: you have to buy a bottle to sit a table, and bottles were around US$130. WHAT!? Bottles of alcohols like Bacardi and Absolut cost about US$15 in the grocery stores here.

Well, it was a fun place to be overall, the music was good and the waiters were (unsettlingly) attentive. I got a little drunk toward the beginning of the night and started really getting into the fresa spirit of things, going up to groups of girls and saying things like, “is that bracelet Swarovski? I saw one just like it in Paris!” and “I have the same Choos!” just to fit in.

The best part, though, was a certain special suitor. A young kid, like seriously 18 years old, with acne and tight jeans, came up to the one guy who was with us. I later found out he asked him which one of the girls was his. My friend said that none of us were “his,” so this junior (a Mexican word for bratty young person who has tons of money from their parents) came over and sat down thisclose to me and offered to buy me a tequila. I said no thank you, that I was with my friends, and he said, “You are the first girl ever to say ‘fuck off’ to the son of the Speaker of the Senate!”

Well, things only went downhill from there. I continued to politely decline, and he continued to try to feel me up and tell me about his powerful family, which also owns a major bottled water company. He said to me, “Do you have any idea how much power I have? I could have anyone taken out of her right now, no questions asked. Who do you want me to have thrown out?” I said, of course, “yourself, dickwad.” No, I wish. I actually said “No one. Really. Now I’d like to talk to my friends.” Because I didn’t want him to have the police kidnap me when I stepped outside of the bar.

The rest of the night was mostly uneventful, although the little squirt did try to physically pull me away from my friends, insisting on buying me a drink. I was much bigger than him, and at first didn’t physically remove myself, trying not to make a scene, but eventually I had to exert my physical dominance over him, which was embarrassing for all, just to get away. That is Mexico for you, the rich here are RICH and they have serious power. Of course, when I told me friends, they told me that many of the girls in a bar like that one would have responded very well to his power-play.

*OK, it is not actually the biggest city in the world. But it's pretty fucking big.