By Gustavo Arellano
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By Charles Lam
By Charles Lam
DEAR MEXICAN: As a college-educated Mexican-American, I've had my fair share of Chicanas in college . . . all of which my jefita considered putas with books. But now that I've graduated, I'm going out with a gabacha for the first time. She's nice, bilingual, tall, skinny, educated and a liberal with liberal gabacho parents who accept my brownness. I finally found a woman who doesn't want to control me a su manera or hacerme pendejo, and my jefita is STILL against it. How can I get my jefa to accept my lil' snow bunny?
Coco Deez Nuts
DEAR GABACHO: ALL Mexican moms are going to initially consider ANY mujer who's going out with her son a puta—it's that whole Madonna/whore complex that continues to sully Mexican feminine relations. But the good thing about mami is she's ultimately looking out for her mijo—if a woman is going to be her eventual nuera, she had better be a good one (you should've seen the desmadre my madre put my mick gal through after she quebro my heart yet wanted to get back with me), and her son better be in the right state of mind to settle down rather than put said woman through cheating hell. You obviously didn't care for those Chicanas as anything other than butt sluts, and your mother knew that—hence, the hate. And the fact you're calling your current chica a "snow bunny" is further proof you're not ready to settle down—hence, the hate. But trust me, your mother will sense the moment you're ready to be serious and will then subject your beloved to a lifetime of suegra pettiness.
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DEAR MEXICAN: I'm a Spanish teacher for young children. I've seen a white, lacey headdress called a huipil, and I have also seen a type of colorful blouse called a huipil. Which is it?
DEAR GABACHA TEACHER: We're hablando about two different clothing items here. The "lacey" headdress you're referring to is the resplandor, and it's native to the state of Oaxaca, specifically to the Zapotec tribe, specifically to the tehuanas, the legendary women who pertain to the Isthmus of Tehuantepec, even more specifically to the female vendors of Santo Domingo Tehuantepec. They're renowned for their morena beauty, independence and colorful sartorial stylings (related aside, gentle readers: Do yourself a favor and YouTube the song "Tehuantepec"—it's the most famous song of the son istmeño genre native to the region and is the equivalent of "Girl From the North Country" on marimba). Frida Kahlo made the resplandor famous in her 1948 self-portrait, highlighting the headdress' frilly awesomeness. The huipil, on el other hand, is the default blouse of central and southern Mexico and Guatemala since before the Conquest, the colorful counterpart to the suave guayabera. Unfortunately, the huipil has been cheapened by Mexican restaurants that make their female workers dress in cheaply made versions and by gabachas who went backpacking and think wearing them at rallies confers authenticity. Doesn't matter: A huipil makes any woman who wears it into an automatic goddess—I mean, more so than usual. But the woman who can pull off the resplandor ain't just a goddess—she's heaven incarnate. In other words, a tehuana.
Amigo Coco Loco,
1) You are college educated
2) You have girl friend, who sounds great and who happens to be white and bilingual
3) You sound like you are very fortunate. Hopefully, you are not still living at home with your mother.
My advice: if you want to be a man, grow a set; if you don't, listen to your mother for the rest of your life and miss out on great relationships and experiences.
La mama todavia es la mama (corrections gratefully accepted). Who doesn't want to make their mother happy? OK, I mean those of us with normal feelings.
I note that he's with the lady, despite pushback from the mom.
Also, it's a rare lady that is good enough for just about any mother's son, culture not withstanding.
I'm glad I scrolled down, I was just about to make a nearly identical comment. All mothers think their son's girlfriends are conniving whores. Coco, when you're older try bringing a good-looking young divorcee by for dinner, that's always good for laughs. And remember, eventually, it will be your fiancee and then wife who can't stand your mother. One way or the other, if it's one type of home-cookin' you're looking for, Mama can't provide it.