hey vato...I am married to a beautiful filipina and our daughter is considered by us to be a mexipina.......
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I love my new moniker! I must get new business cards made. Maybe the new name of my memoir (when I get around to writing it) will be K Street Chola: From Juvenile Hall to the Halls of Congress. Just one thing, muchacho: Not all women are interested in attracting hombres. Probably safer to not assume in the future. I’ve been pura lesbiana since before I was even a chola. I will grant that [using lip-liner] is probably to attract the mujeres machas. But a friend said she read somewhere that Latinas apply lipstick seven times more than non-Latinas, so perhaps it’s just genetic!
Lean Like a K Street Chola
Muchas apologies, K Street Chola, but what did you expect from a macho Mexican man? I don't know about your amiga's assertion, but a study this year published by the NDP Group found that "Hispanic" women were more likely to use mascara, blush, eyeliner and lipstick than any other ethnic group. Maybe the genetic part is right or maybe Mexican women (of all sexual persuasions!) just like to look better for their homeboys and heinas than gabachas.
The following is a general commentary to keep in mind whenever corpulent know-nothings compare Mexicans to al-Qaeda:
During the opening night of The Simpsons Movie, my friend and I were surprised to find that the young group of Mexicans sitting behind us had dropped a loaded .45 ACP clip under our seat. Shocked and vowing to never frequent that Phoenix theater again, I left with further disappointment in Mexicans. On the flip side, I ran out of gas on the freeway a week later. While walking alongside the freeway, a Mexican gentleman by the name of Lionel stopped and picked me up. Lionel drove me 30 miles roundtrip to get gas and would only accept my name and deepest gratitude as payment. If it wasn’t for Lionel’s generosity, I would’ve been royally screwed. I’m writing this as a plea for people not to judge a group of people just because of a few bad tamales and to show my appreciation for my Hispanic hero, Lionel.
Gracias for your story, gabacho. I concur: love the good Mexicans, nuke the cholos except K Street Chola, of course. And now, on to this week's question:
Can you give me a good response when people ask me (often rudely), "What are you, anyway?" My mother is Mexican, my father is white. I look sort of vaguely ethnic hence, the question. I like "White-xican" but is there some better answer out there?
How about "A quien chingada le importa?" ("Who the fuck cares?")? Seriously, few things peeve the Mexican more than when someone questions a person's ethnic identity. I don't care if it's gabachos calling American citizens "anchor babies" or Mexican nationalists insisting someone must be born in Mexico to call themselves a Mexican. As I've written before, national character is never static, and anyone who claims otherwise is as deluded as a Minuteman. That's why I love it when half-breeds create new terms to describe their dual heritages. "White-xican" is fine, but dig further into your gabacho papi's past to create something better. My favorites are leprecano (half-Mexican, half-Irish), beaner-weiner (half-Mex, half-Kraut), Puerto Nortalian (quarter-Puerto Rican, quarter-Italian, half-Norwegian) and Korexican, the child of a Korean and Mexican marriage. I'm sure I'm missing out on other creative ethnic labels for half-Mexicans got any more, gentle readers? The Mexican will publish the best ones in the coming weeks!
MEET THE MEXICAN! The Mexican will sign copies of his book Thursday, August 30, at 7 p.m. at Chicano Style in Metrocenter, 9617 Metrocenter Parkway West, Suite 1072, Phoenix. Call 602-870-2005.