My own piñatas were often the generic star shape. I had just as much fun as every other kid when it came to trying to earn party bragging rights, but there was just something about beating My Little Pony into an empty shell that just didn't sit right with me at my own parties. I may not have had a problem taking a crack at mi prima's Wonder Woman, but that was because I hadn't been part of the selection process.
I bring this all up as street cred on the Piñata Front. I want you to know I miss having the drunk Mexican on the roof more than I miss the piñata days when I talk about the Jenni Rivera piñata controversy in the news right now. You've created a lifelike representation of a recently departed idol and now seem surprised that people are pissed. That includes Jenni's family, who have tweeted their feelings publicly. So when I tell you that your diva piñatas line (which includes Jenni's paper mache reprentation) selling for $200-$300 apiece made me feel skeezy while just reading about it on the Latin Times website, you'll know I'm coming at this from the Mexican side of my hyphenated life. In the interview that started the media frenzy, you said:
"I see it as a way of respecting and honoring her memory because she just died, and I’m aware that we use piñatas to beat them with sticks and break them, but I see it differently,” the piñata maker said. “It’s an art. It can be seen as a statue that you can have in your bedroom or a memory of her.”
You can claim to see it differently all you want buddy, but it's not changing the fact that pinatas are made to enjoy during the course of their destruction. Children are encouraged by family and friends to beat up and break through the shell of a pinata to get to the sugary crap stuffed inside. No matter how many good memories I've got about my childhood and the excitement that came with being blindfolded, handed the bat, and the thrill of connecting as I swung blindly, you can't tell me you don't understand the connection here. Taking a swing at Rainbow Brite might be one thing because she was never a living, breathing being. She didn't survive abuse at the hands of her first husband and walk through hell and come out stronger for it.