Mexicans make it

Got a spicy question about Mexicans?
Letters will be edited for clarity cabrones—unless you’re a racist pendejo. And include a hilarious pseudonym, por favor, or we’ll make one up for you!

Dear Mexican:

Why can Aeroméxico Airlines fly through any kind of weather conditions to get to and from the United States, but any kind of little ice sprinkle or heavy wind and domestic airlines in the U.S. cancel two days worth of flights? For two consecutive winters, I’ve had Chicago to Houston to León, Guanajuato, on Continental Airlines and Chicago to Dallas to León on American Airlines canceled with a call I received while getting the suitcases packed!

No Siento Turbulencia

Dear I Don’t Feel Turbulence:

You know us Mexicans—throw caution to the wind. We live in this country illegally under the specter of deportation—and we make it. We live in Mexico under the specter of the narcos—and we make it. We live in the shadow of El Norte—and we make it. We lived through the tyranny of Cortés, the Spanish crown, Santa Anna, the Porfiriato, Partido Revolucionario Institucional, Felipe Calderón, Carlos Slim and the popularity of Maseca—and we make it. Floundering economy on both sides of la frontera? Repeat after me, class: Mexicans make it! So, what’s a little ice on the wings, some twisted wires? Who cares if the Federal Aviation Administration downgraded Aeroméxico to the status of Third World airlines? We still make it. Man, Ma Joad had nothing on us Mexis—we’re the cabrones that live (and, if you read the full quote, you’ll know she was advocating Reconquista!).

Who puts the intense pressure on all adolescent Mexican boys to either shave or buzz their cranium hair, regardless of the number of scars, large ears or folds of ugly neck skin revealed?

—Dirty White Boy Waiting for Godot

Dear Gabacho:

That suffocating menace known as “youth culture,” with an assist from “prison culture” but not the “Mexican cultural expectations” your “pendejo ass culture” is insinuating. Simply put: Like any teen trends, shaved heads started with youngsters imitating their friends, who imitated their older brothers and cousins, who imitated their peers. The two great historical fashion trendsetters in Mexican-American youth culture, according to James Diego Vigil’s Barrio Gangs: Street Life and Identity in Southern California, have been prisons and the military, and both subcultures prefer a close-cropped hair style for their men for efficiency’s sake. But if you ever see a baby with a shaved head, it’s most likely a kiddie shorn by their wabby parents in the belief that a thicker head of hair would emerge, a laughable Mexican fable.

An Anglo public servant would be embarrassed to death (or at least should be) if he posted a public sign with bad English grammar or spelling. So how come the same doesn’t apply to Spanish in the Estados Unidos? In Las Vegas, the caution signs on the bus doors have three words—recargarse, pararse, empujar—misspelled as recargarce, pararce, enpuja. In the Lowe’s hardware section free cutting service, on a huge letrero is translated “Liberte los Servicios Cortante” which is hilarious gibberish, incomprehensible to a Mexican. You and I couldn’t make up something like that if we tried! Why is it that bad written English is a sign of ignorance or stupidity, but Spanish … ?

El Viejo Profe

Dear Old Professor:

You really think it’s a fully bilingual Mexican doing those translations? It’s either a worker pulling something off the Internet, a pocho who doesn’t know any better, or … no, it’s a pinche pocho who doesn’t know any better. But Mexicans don’t care about mistranslations in trivial areas, and the pochos and their gabacho supervisors don’t know any better—so the mistranslations stay. Laugh, I say! We do!

GOOD MEXICANS OF THE WEEK: DREAM Act students—duh. Support the most digestible form of amnesty, cabrones.