Whenever l have run into snooty Quebequois that insist that I speak French, I channel Peggy and say “Jay parlay fran-says tray bee-en. Jay-tude on lay-cole quart ons.”
That does the trick and they will beg me to speak English.
i had this cuban moreno friend who was overly proud of his spanish heritage and would make fun of my chicano spanish sometimes. each time he did it in public, i would shut him up by asking someone in the group which one of us was latino which one was american; my garden variety mexican looks always got picked as latino and his afrocubano ass got picked as american. it was especially delicious if the person i asked knew that he could speak spanish.
i thoroughly enjoyed using american racism to put him in his place and it’s probably the only time in my life where that racism worked to my advantage. lol
Whenever l have run into snooty Quebequois that insist that I speak French, I channel Peggy and say “Jay parlay fran-says tray bee-en. Jay-tude on lay-cole quart ons.”
That does the trick and they will beg me to speak English.
i had this cuban moreno friend who was overly proud of his spanish heritage and would make fun of my chicano spanish sometimes. each time he did it in public, i would shut him up by asking someone in the group which one of us was latino which one was american; my garden variety mexican looks always got picked as latino and his afrocubano ass got picked as american. it was especially delicious if the person i asked knew that he could speak spanish.
i thoroughly enjoyed using american racism to put him in his place and it’s probably the only time in my life where that racism worked to my advantage. lol