Ask a Mexicanby Gustavo Arellano
WHAT IS ¡ASK A MEXICAN! ?
Questions and answers about our spiciest Americans. I explore the clichés of lowriders, busboys, and housekeepers; drunks and scoundrels; heroes and celebrities; and most important, millions upon millions of law-abiding, patriotic American citizens and their illegal-immigrant cousins who represent some $600 billion in economic/b>… See more details below
WHAT IS ¡ASK A MEXICAN! ?
Questions and answers about our spiciest Americans. I explore the clichés of lowriders, busboys, and housekeepers; drunks and scoundrels; heroes and celebrities; and most important, millions upon millions of law-abiding, patriotic American citizens and their illegal-immigrant cousins who represent some $600 billion in economic power.
WHY SHOULD I READ ¡ASK A MEXICAN! ?
At 37 million strong (or 13 percent of the U.S. population), Latinos have become America's largest minority -- and beaners make up some two-thirds of that number. I confront the bogeymen of racism, xenophobia, and ignorance prompted by such demographic changes through answering questions put to me by readers of my ¡Ask a Mexican! column in California's OC Weekly. I challenge you to find a more entertaining way to immerse yourself in Mexican culture that doesn't involve a taco-and-enchilada combo.
OKAY, WHY DO MEXICANS PARK THEIR CARS ON THE FRONT LAWN?
Where do you want us to park them? The garage we rent out to a family of five? The backyard where we put up our recently immigrated cousins in tool-shack-cum-homes? The street with the red curbs recently approved by city planners? The driveway covered with construction materials for the latest expansion of la casa? The nearby school parking lot frequented by cholos on the prowl for a new radio? The lawn is the only spot Mexicans can park their cars without fear of break-ins, drunken crashes, or an unfortunate keying. Besides, what do you think protects us from drive-bys? The cops?
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Cultural Understanding via Wetback Jokes
Mexicans! Spicy, wabby, drunk, dreamy. The downfall of the United States. Its salvation. Mexicans mow our lawns, graduate from college, fleece us dry. They're people with family values -- machismo, many kids, big trucks. Our neighbors south of the border. Our future. Tequila!
Who doesn't love Mexicans? Whether they're family, friends, or the gold-toothed wetbacks you (heart) to hate, Mexicans have been the focus of America's obsession from the days of Sam Houston to today's multinational corporations. We give them jobs, ridicule them, and devour Mexican food as quickly as they do our social services. But we never bothered to know Mexicans. There never was a safe zone for Americans to ask our amigos about their ways, mainly because we never bothered to learn Spanish. Besides, how exactly would you ask a Mexican in person why, say, so many of them steal or why they use accents without earning a kick in the cojones? A word, by the way, that no Mexican uses.
With this in mind, OC Weekly editor Will Swaim called me into his office in November 2004. OC Weekly is my home: an alternative newspaper based in Orange County, California, that's the bestdamn rag outside of Weekly World News. Seems he saw a billboard on the drive to work that featured a picture of a cross-eyed Mexican DJ wearing a Viking helmet.
"That guy looks as if you could ask him any question about Mexicans and he'll know the answer," he excitedly told me. "Why don't you do it? Why don't you ask readers to send in questions about Mexicans, and you answer them?"
My editor is an urbane, tolerant boss, yet he obsesses over Mexicans like all other good gabachos. I had entertained many of his questions about Mexican culture in my five years at the Weekly, from why Mexican men live with their parents until marriage to the Mexican affinity for transvestites. Will turned to me not just because I was the only Latino on staff and trim his trees on the side, but because my background -- child of Mexican immigrants (one illegal!), recipient of a master's degree in Latin American studies, a truthful beaner -- put me in a unique position to be an authority on all things Mexican.
I snorted in disbelief at Will's request: while it was fun to answer his questions, I didn't believe anyone else would care. My boss persisted. We were desperate to fill our news section the week he saw that Mexican DJ billboard. Besides, he promised, it was a onetime joke that we would scrap if no one sent in questions.
That afternoon, I slapped together the following question and answer:
Dear Mexican, Why do Mexicans call white people gringos?
Dear Gabacho, Mexicans do not call gringos gringos. Only gringos call gringos gringos. Mexicans call gringos gabachos.
We named the column ¡Ask a Mexican! and paired it with an illustration of the most stereotypical Mexican man imaginable -- fat, wearing a sombrero and bandoliers, with a mustache, stubbly neck, and a shiny gold tooth. My dad in his younger days. We laughed.
Reaction was instantaneous. Liberal-minded people criticized the logo, the column's name, its very existence. Conservatives didn't like how I called white people gabachos, a derogatory term a tad softer than nigger. Latino activists called Will demanding my resignation and threatened to boycott the Weekly. But more people of all races thought ¡Ask a Mexican! was brilliant. And, more surprisingly, the questions poured in: Why do Mexican girls wear frilly dresses? What's with Mexicans and gay-bashing? Is it true Mexicans make tamales for Christmas so their kids can have something to unwrap?
We still weren't sold on the idea until about a month into the column's existence, when we held ¡Ask a Mexican! one week because of space constraints. The questions swamped us anew: Where's the Mexican? Why did you deport the Mexican? When will the Mexican sneak back?
The Weekly has run ¡Ask a Mexican! every week since, and the column smuggled itself across America. Universities invite me to speak about it. I expanded it to two questions per week in May 2005 and began answering questions live on radio. The column now comes out in more than twenty papers and has a weekly circulation of more than one million. More important, questions keep invading my mailbox: Are Mexicans into threesomes? What part of illegal don't Mexicans understand? And what's with their love of dwarves?
¡Ask a Mexican! has transformed in the two years since its first printing from a onetime joke column into the most important effort toward improving U.S.-Mexico relations since Ugly Betty. But there is much work to do. The continued migration of Mexicans into this country ensures they will remain an exotic species for decades to come. Conflicts are inevitable, but why resort to fists and fights when you can take out your frustrations on me? Come on, America: I'm your piñata. As the following pages will show, I welcome any and all questions. Shake me enough, and I'll give you the goods on my glorious race. But be careful: this piñata hits back.
This book offers the fullest depiction of Mexicans in the land -- not the same tired clichés of immigrants and mothers but a nuanced, disgusting, fabulous people. I answer not so much to inform but to debunk stereotypes, misconceptions, and myths about America's spiciest minority in the hope that Americans can set aside their centuries-long suspicion of Pancho Villa's sons and hijas and accept Mexicans for what they are: the hardest-working, hardest-partying group of new Americans since the Irish.
In this book are a couple of the best ¡Ask a Mexican!s I've published, along with serious essays and new preguntas so that fans of the column will buy this pinche book instead of finding them online. And for ustedes who have never read the column? Flip the page. . . .
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This recording may initially sound like a weak attempt at stand-up comedy, but stick with it. The content and impact deepen, and it surprised many of us by changing our perspectives on this wave of immigration, Mexicans, and our American legacy.
Witty, intelligent and sometimes wistful(or is that wishful...) reflections on Mexicans - Deals mostly the immigrants (especially those living in Orange County,CA - ya Wabs!) but the author touches often on Chicanos, 'latinos' and my personal nuevos favoritos, los Guatemalans (though I am not sure if he would Actually Touch them...) I think the whole state of Arizona should read it. Perhaps that might end some of the mexi-hate (or at best, 'lets ignore them if we can't use them to beat out the White pricing') I Loved the author's immediate Mexi-glossary right in the front of the book for the Gabachos. Of course if we forgot what pendejo baboso meant- (the author knows we Can't be expected to actually learn espanol) - we can quickly turn to the front and refresh our pinche memory. This helps clarify his spanglish used throughout his responses. I enjoyed reading his column - printed locally in New Times- and was glad my local library has a copy of his book. But I decided I need my own copy of Ask a Mexican! (where is my upside down exclamation point on this keyboard!?) - especially for my shy Gabachos friends who Really need to move on and move in with our bonitos brownie beaners. I would highly recommend this book - to you Gabachos (Mexican says: you are Not Gringos since only gringos call gringos gringos) and to all the cabrons - who need to laugh at us. Oh yeah, for the next reprint, Gustavo needs a photo with a mustache que no?
this was purchased for an uncle of mine and he had a good laugh its an interesting and funny book