Somehow I thought I’d head back from Mexico brown and fit instead of white and fat as usual. As it happens, the ladies preferred shopping trips and cheap shoes to Pacific beaches and my magnificent physique, dropping me off most days at dirty bars full of güero-haters.
The widespread dislike among Mexicans of (male) blondes, even bald ones, is clearly an exercise in blame redistribution–power remains heavily and cosmetically inconveniently tilted in favour of those of predominantly Iberian ancestry–but the national myth of Indians and creoles struggling against Anglo-Saxon oppressors often takes bizarre forms. Check, for example, the work of Stalinist muralists like Diego Rivera (eg in the Palacio Nacional), where the conquistadores are often displayed as principally light- or red-haired.
A Mexican friend’s cousin works illegally in the US as PR man for a Mexican constructor. His job consists of buying off fire department, planning and other officials. He used to travel on a French passport, but on one of his breaks he went to Quebec where, on re-entry to the States, the Quebecois noticed that he couldn’t speak French. They deported him to Mexico and closed that window down. Now he travels with a forged US driver’s licence and says “American citizen” as waves it at border officials. He’s blonde and very, very fat, and hasn’t had any problems yet. Being a gringo’s not all bad.
- Dear me, yet another evil car driver!
Den mailed to point out a site run by a Barcelona taxi driver, Francisco Dugo aka Taxi Tupi, with a webcam
- Complicated family joke
Displaying Mexican contempt for the metropolis.
- A gringo, a Spaniard and a Mexican…
This ties into Hugo Chávez’ use of the race card in the runup to Halloween (“Halloween is a gringo custom, [and]
- The Quebec Grail
It always cracks me up when the Catalan and Scottish nationalists send info-hungry delegations to Quebec. After a defeat in 1980
- In a hole
El Diario de Mexico says that, once the six Brits (thanks, Andy) make it out of the Central American cave in