I recently returned from living in Puerto Rico where I spent time getting to know my island, my family and my culture. My experience there only confirmed what I’ve always known: I love everything about being a Puerto Rican Latina. I love the fact that almost any occasion turns into a party the minute someone says, “Hay me encanta esa cancion, sube el volume.” I love the culture, the traditions and of course THE FOOD. Despite this love for all that I am, I’m often told that I am not Latina enough and once I was even told that I am the antithesis of a Latina, or as I like to call it: La anti-Latina.
What is la anti-Latina you ask! Perhaps a genetic mutation caused by eating under-seasoned food during pregnancy. Don’t know, but my Mom swears that a big caldero and a good man may just be the cure.
Could you be one too? Compare her traits and see…
She’s too quiet. In 5th grade I had a crush on a boy named Alex. He liked me but couldn’t like me because I wasn’t Puerto Rican. He got my phone number from his brother who was in my sister’s grade and called me. The conversation went something like this…
Alex: “You can’t be Puerto Rican. Puerto Rican girls are loud, you’re too quiet.”
Me: “Umm…”
Having only my Mom and sisters, who were most definitely loud, as reference, I couldn’t argue with his logic.
She doesn’t have an accent. After living in Utah for four years, I lost my accent; the only one of my siblings to do so. Upon returning to Chicago, my Latino friends were traumatized by this and constantly said, “You sound like a white girl” with such disdain, it compelled me to try a Rosie Perez impression, unsuccessfully I might add.
She rarely cooks. The kitchen and I are acquaintances at best. We see each other in passing, nod politely and occasionally hang out during holidays. Not cooking doesn’t equal not having the ability to cook, but really…who needs to know that. If they think you can’t, they won’t expect it *wink*.
She doesn’t think it’s her job to serve her man. I dislike any function where the ladies gather in the kitchen to gossip; ready and waiting to attend to their sports- watching men’s needs. I love sports, I drink beer and to the person heading towards the kitchen, I say, “Since you’re going that way, can you bring me another one too?”
She’s not married, doesn’t have children and isn’t sure she wants to. This may be by choice or it may be by circumstance (see the two traits above) either way it is what is. I can spend my life bemoaning the facts or I can not only accept them, but enjoy the freedom they bring. This of course, makes me an anomaly. As a Latina, shouldn’t I want those things above all?
Ssshhh, wait…I think I hear my Mom shouting a resounding ¡Sí!
A Libby Blog 
Libby sorry you get this. Just be proud of who you are!
Oh, thank you, but it’s ok. It was written in fun (mostly lol).
WOW, you sure you didn’t write this about me. I would say all apply to me, some more than other, and being very fair skinned hasn’t helped my cause. Regardless of what any one says, I know and you know we are LATINAS to the core…..people just need to get rid of those misconception and stereotypes. Latinas come in all shapes, colors and have many traits, besides cooking, cleaning and being loud! NOT all of us look, act and sound like Gloria from Modern Family! LOL
I stopped letting it bother me long time ago. Being Latina is only part of who I am. I love that part, but there’s so much more to me that’s equally important. It is sad, however, that we stereotype ourselves. 🙂