The Highway of Broken Dreams: León to Mazatlán and the Global Art of Moving On by Diego Serrano, Senior Correspondent for Things That Look Like Progress™ Somewhere between León’s industrial smog and Mazatlán’s Instagram-ready sunsets, a four-lane slab of asphalt has become the newest Rorschach test for the 21st-century psyche. Locals call it the Autopista…
**The Ballad of Puebla-Pachuca: When Mexican Football Mirrors Our Global Existential Crisis** In the grand theater of human folly, where nations rise and fall like tide-tossed sandcastles, there exists a peculiar spectacle that somehow captures our collective predicament with startling accuracy: a Liga MX match between Puebla and Pachuca. Yes, dear reader, while the world’s…
In the grand, gaudy carnival that is modern professional wrestling, the name Stephanie Vaquer has begun to echo from Tokyo’s Korakuen Hall to the neon-drenched back-alleys of Monterrey—and, more improbably, onto the algorithmic main stage of the American sports-entertainment-industrial complex. If you blinked, you missed the moment when a Chilean luchadora became a geopolitical micro-event,…
The Green, White, and Red Canary in the Global Coal Mine By Our Man in Mexico City, nursing a mezcal and a migraine On paper, the Mexican flag is a tidy tricolor rectangle—green, white, red—bracketed by an eagle, a serpent, and an improbably heroic cactus. In practice, it is the world’s most cheerful-looking panic button….
Toluca to Puebla: The 120-Kilometer Fault Line Where Mexico Explains the Planet to Itself By Our Man in the Middle of Somewhere Every country keeps a stretch of asphalt that functions as its emotional ECG strip. The United States has I-95, France has the périphérique, and Mexico, bless its melodramatic heart, has the 95D from…
Mateo Chávez and the Beautiful, Doomed Dream of the Global Everyman By our correspondent in the departures lounge of a half-built airport that will never open MEXICO CITY—Somewhere between the mariachi-themed Starbucks and the fourth immigration checkpoint, Mateo Chávez became an international metaphor. The 37-year-old Mexico City street-vendor—who owes his new fame to a seventeen-second…
Mexico: The World’s Favorite Punchline That Keeps Punching Back By Dave’s Foreign-Desk Misanthrope-in-Residence Mexico wakes up every morning to the sound of three alarm clocks: one made in China, one programmed by Wall Street, and one fashioned from the recycled brass of deported dreams. Each ring reminds the country that its sovereignty is a participatory…
