You’ll remember that last year, after Cuba Nostalgia, the unctuous Ana Menendez wrote a column decrying the commercialism of the event. On Thursday, while I was wandering about the sponsor party, I realized why it upset her so much.
As I schmoozed with the guy from La Caja China and mingled with artists like Tony Mendoza and Rick Blanco it hit me like ton of bricks. These entrepreneurs, inventors and artists have something that Ana is jealous of: creativity and talent.
After all it takes a talented and creative person to build an entire business on the roasting of a pig or to put something on canvas that people will treasure as long as they live. It’s certainly a lot easier for her to attack her own people with an unmerited viciousness in a fishwrap that’s losing readers by the minute. Even if she does win a few awards, when she looks in the mirror she knows in her heart that those are empty accomplishments.
Photo credit: Robert Birnbaum
Nothing Ana Menendez writes will survive beyond 24 hours. It must be tough to be around so many people that you feel inferior to.
I think that’s it. That’s the bug that Ana Menendez has up her ass.