Alternative working title: Or the life and times of Visenya dealing with not looking like a stereotype.
Yes, I am Mexican. Yes I live in Mexico. I’ll stop for a moment and let you process that (just in case your head is blowing). You ready? Alright, let’s dive in. As stated above, I am Mexican, however I seem to have the “problem” of not looking like one.
Whatever that means. You see, I have dealt with a lot of racism in my life, some to my face and some in the form of an offhand comment by a third party. I will always remember the look of horror of a woman when I commented that I was Mexican (after she made a comment about how ‘dirty Mexicans steal’) and pointed out that I once was stolen stuff by a blond, blue eyed white woman.
Well, you know what? Fuck it. So, I don’t look like the Mexicans you see in tv, I don’t have a thick accent and I’m educated and well spoken.
I’m sick of the goddamn stereotype of the Mexican who is in gangs, who does heavy eye liner, who is short or poorly educated; Mexicans like very much any other nationality in the world come in all shapes and forms. I will never forget Eva Longoria’s comment about being happy of ‘having a gardener instead of being one’ in Desperate Housewives.
I’m pale, brown eyed and of averange height, I dye my hair dark auburn because I like it (I freely admit of being deeply jealous of natural red heads) and I’m not fat. I’m a teacher who has a college degree (and an extra degree on English, half of a masters which I intent on finishing it and getting a PhD), speaks English since I was a child, I’m a hardworker who has no wishes of living in the US. Thanks America, I like you, but living there? Not for me, thank you.
And please don’t get me started on the unfunny jokes of “wow, I didn’t know X thing was known in Mexico!” I was on the receiving end of one of these when I was 16 and was working at my first job helping Americans with their cable/phone issues. I was literally told “Wow, didn’t know you knew how to use computers on Mexico!”
No shit Sherlock. I had to take a deep calming breath and continue my work else I’d probably get fired by bitching at a client. Seriously, we’re not THAT backwards. I’m the first to admit we as a society and Country have a long way to go, but for heaven’s sake we’re not ignorant nor unaware of technology.
So, I guess this is just a load off my chest, but the heaven’s know I needed it. And I also need to punch Sean Penn in the face, but that’s an issue for another day.