I don’t usually engage with stereotypes, but when I think of a very specific one being applied to myself, I can’t help but to find it both funny and ironic. Mexicans have a reputation of loving spicy food, but despite my inheritage, I can’t handle anything spicy.
If I had a cent for each time a family member or a friend has made fun of me for this, I say I’d be able to comfortably afford at least four large lattes at Fair Grounds. Some of my friends have tried to convince me to eat more spicy things to build up my tolerance to it. But each time I attempt to do so, my burning tongue makes me regret it rather quickly. I think I’ll stick to converting those jokes into imaginary cents that I can then exchange for imaginary lattes.
