Dear Wab: No need to move to Mexico if you’re looking for more Mexican—just move to Los Angeles! El Paso! The nonracist parts of Tucson! Chicago’s Little Village barrio, or even Pilsen! You didn’t tell me much about who you are, so I’ll peg you as a pocho desperately trying to get in touch with his roots and think a jaunt in the rancho will have you being más macho than Chente (quick aside: gabachos? This happens to all children of Mexican immigrants. Eventually, we all feel we lack in cultural authenticity and seek out our roots, usually by returning to the towns of our ancestors. Or, maybe you’re not a pocho but instead a child of immigrants who accompanied their parents on annual trips to their native villages, and you have a romanticized view of how life in Mexico is gracias to spending a couple of weeks during holidays, when all the expatriates have returned to show off what they’ve earned in el Norte. Snap out of it, cabrón. Mexicans do move back to Mexico all the time, of course—the Pew Hispanic Center’s report, “Mexican Immigrants: How Many Come? How Many Leave?” cited stats provided by Mexico’s National Survey of Employment and Occupation that figured 433,000 Mexis returned to la patria from February 2008 through February 2009, a figure slightly below previous years—but ever given it any thought as to why your parents left their home country and never returned?
Dear Mexican: Why do you think Argentinians think they are superior to Mexicans and other Latin Americans? Could it be because they have a British island? —Che Chingón
Dear Wab: One of the few jokes the Mexican knows—and it’s not even a joke, but more of a humorous observation—is that an Argentine is an Italian who speaks Spanish and thinks he’s British. It’s this supposed superiority complex that gets Mexicans’ chonis in a bunch, but I have news for you: all Latin Americans think they’re superior to other Latin Americans, and all of them think everyone else is snooty (ask a Colombian about venezolanos). Mexis and Argies have no real historical beef outside of soccer, and our countries are more similar than either side would admit to. They welcomed Nazis; we gave Che Guevara and Leon Trotsky a home. Their caudillos (Juan Manuel de Rosas, the Perons, Leopoldo Galtieri) were as buffoonish as ours, but more homicidal. They waged a disastrous war against England for a couple of islands (las Islas Malvinas to the carajos, the Falklands to the rest of humanity), while our efforts to keep Aztlán went laughable. And while Soda Stereo was a great rock en español band, I’ll take Café Tacuba over them any day. So, Mexicans and Argentines: no need to play the superiority game among ourselves—we’re equally jodidos.
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