





New Yorinican author Julia Alvarez recently sat down with The Nation to discuss Once Upon a Quinceañera, her new book on the commercialization of coming out parties (Also? Awesome porn title.) and how quinceañeras have gone from society balls to balls-out social nightmares as mainstream media slowly recognizes that brown people, not unlike our white counterparts, love spending money on crap we don’t need. Because, believe it or not, quinceañeras weren’t always about emerging from a giant clam shell dressed like a slutty merengue.
But the extravagant quinceañera is about a lot more than keeping up with the Rodriguezes. “It’s just something that comes to us from the past, that we want to give our children because it’s something we never had,” says unemployed carpenter Manuel Ramos in Alvarez’s book, explaining his decision to spend $3,000-plus on his daughter Monica’s quinceañera.
Poor Manny. Proving your love don’t come cheap.
Yet there is little that is traditional or authentic about this re-created fragment of the past. The rites that mark Monica Ramos’s passage into adulthood are a pastiche of elements borrowed from various traditions, old and new, a little bit Cuban, Mexican, Puerto Rican and even Walt Disney.
The fiesta is less about preserving an ancestral tradition than celebrating and affirming a Latino identity that simply didn’t exist in the old country. The American version of the ritual was born of the quintessential immigrant desire to give the children what the parents were denied back in the home country—in this case, an out-of-reach fantasy reserved for the daughters of the wealthy.
Because nothing says “I have become a woman” quite like the opportunity to throw a multi-thousand dollar hissy fit in front of a few hundred of your closest friends and family. With swans. And a dress that shoots fireworks.
Latina America Lavishly Comes of Age [The Nation]

I want a dress that shoots fireworks!! Pero, lyk, classy.
Posted by Marco | October 17, 2007
I’ve been to several classy and traditional quinces (pl?). I didn’t use my own quinces as a way to prove I was better or richer than anyone else. I just used it as a way to get expensive presents from my wealthier friends and to wear a big poofy, sequined white dress. But I’m a Mexican with morals.
Posted by Anita | October 17, 2007
I used my cousin Christina’s quincanera to capture the opportunity to be forcibly dressed up in a pink tuxedo, dance with my mortal enemy of a third our fourth cousin, get drunk on cheap champagne and wake up with the runs the next morning. Oh, and may I remind you that I was 10/11 at the time?
So I tell myself: shake it off, chamaco….nothing like an uncanny rehearsal emulating the gentried ritual of the american bourgeoisie to get you shitfaced before you knew what it even means.
Posted by pocho_guey_al_norte | October 17, 2007
Thankfully most of my female friends didn’t care for such bullshit and did not cave in to the inexcusable pressures of society that dictate that you can’t ever wear enough tulle, glitter, taffeta, Roman Color lipstick, sequins, and Jean Naté while drinking Lancer’s vino verde and dancing to REO Speedwagon. Ironically, that kinda sounds like the party that Daniel threw for me the last time I saw him.
Posted by Bosrican | October 17, 2007
uggh… I still owe money on that fugly apple green phosphorescence dress and matching shoes I had to buy to be in my friend’s quinceañera court… and the food wasn’t even that good…
Posted by E | October 17, 2007
Bueno; Loved the imagery, hated the fit of the dress. Did the author have her own rapturous experience as a “fifteener?” Love to hear about it.
Posted by Manolo | October 17, 2007
That’s actually a more subtle version of the very dress I wore as a fifteeñera. Mine was also gold, had Celia Cruz’s face airbrushed on the back and was capable of independent thought. Muy caché.
Posted by ...dijo Alex | October 17, 2007
just like christmas, quinceneras have lost their true meaning for many people. although at 15, i can’t really say we had our head on straight. luckily for me, my parents gave me an option: big fancy party w/ bells and whistles or small party and a big vacation. i chose the latter and had a priest come do the ceremony in my backyard and we ordered a lechona and tables and had a mini rumba after. the following month the whole family went to hawaii!
Posted by mm | October 18, 2007
Basically it comes down to the parents. Cuz whos really dishing out the money. My mama made sure i knew the real reason why I was getting the event. Beyond that i had to do the planning. But i have gone to plenty of quinces where the parents only concern is to have a party. As im sure the quinceria didn’t mind either. Most don’t even know what the true tradition is. Its just another excuse to have a party.
Posted by Liz | October 18, 2007
LOL. My parents asked my sister and me to choose between
1) Their paying for our college education.
2) A car
3) A quinceanera
We both chose college. Then on our 15 birthdays we just had small family parties. Back then I thought this was so unfair and wanted all 3 but now I can LOL at myself and am glad I made the right decision
Posted by Lore | October 18, 2007
All up in the hood, you might see
locas looking good or crazy
find them at the car show, or on the street
or there favorite hang out - the swap meet
damn don’t be a hater - its all good smile now cry later
never mess with a chick, with lip liner no lip stick
wanna look good I’ll tell you how
first gotta paint on you’re eyebrows
spray you’re hair with Aqua Net
get a tattoo to rep your set
sport Van David’s and some Dickies
and you’re neck covered in hickies
need a gallon of mascara
and get pregnant in you’re quinceanera
Posted by Guadalupe | October 18, 2007
Well…speaking as a mother of one quinceanera, I tell you that there is nothing but glory, passion and even a little bit of picante in the whole messed up business of growing up. So, one big, crazy, gaudy, haute couture, pink or purple event can be forgiven a mother. Love to all you girls…you sassy girls!
Posted by Cristi | October 18, 2007
Most of the Quinces that I see now are so ghettoed out that the whole meaning of the tradition has been obscured. I had my quince back in 88, my aunt had a quince back in the 70’s and quinces have been a tradition in my family for deserving girls for decades. Quincenieras are an Aztec tradition that people from other cultures keep borrowing and by borrowing completely butchering and losing the meaning of what they actually mean. Sadly most Mexicans no longer know what it’s all suppose to stand for and give you the washed out/ white washed “oh its a coming of age party, when a girl becomes a woman” bullshit line.
My daughter will be having her quince next year and there wont be any of the ghetto, too short, too tight, dark and inappropriate dresses that seems to be the common trend out there.
Posted by Brries | March 03, 2008
Why is everyone bashing on everyone. Does the author have a problem with quinceaneras? Maybe there are some skanky whores that do not deserve to have their quince but what about the rest? Dont you guys think that for a parent it is something special that their girls arent dead and that they are growing up. People talk about ghetto parties and “ooooh this person doesnt have enough money to do a their daughter a splendid quince, lets laugh at them and call them idiots”. Maybe they wont do a big ass celebration, but so what?! It aint your party and if you dont like it, well too fucking bad. Everyone is going to whatever they please with their money. What if the girl does deserve to get everyones attention for one day? Maybe this is the only party that she ever had? Sure the quince’s is not about celebrating to a whore, but if the girl deserves it and she has had good character, then let her have a party, maybe simple, maybe fancy, whatever the parents can afford, but let her know that she is appreciated.
Posted by Rosa | April 01, 2008
any hot young adult latinas want to talk about
Quinceneras with a gringo in
the west san fernando valley
can email me at Dave98503@aol.com.
I wouldn’t mind being a little more
informed of this tradition.
At least until the middle of July 2008.
After that, I’ll be busy working and such.
so don’t email after that date. thank you.
:)
Posted by david | June 19, 2008
Hello, this is David again. My other message was sort of a joke. If you
want , we can inform each other about
different jobs that are available in the “west San Fernando Valley up to the middle San Fernando Valley area”…if you are a latina living around here. I have some jobs I’ve been
to and if you know of any, you can also let me know. It’s
sort of tough out there and it’s better to get connected
in case we are out of work or need to look for something soon. I do have a few places I don’t mind mentioning and can tell you how those companies are. I’ve only worked in office related places. So if you are looking for that, you can just ask me through my email. I have a few company internet sites where you can check for available jobs…if there are any.
That is all. Since I’m sure you would rather work in an office than at a Walmart. Thank you.
My email is Dave98503@aol.com
You can put “jobs” in the title of the email, so I know what it is about. Thank you.
Posted by david | June 24, 2008
Come on women. No replies?
I just want to chat maybe.
Just an email.
Posted by David | October 07, 2008